Rajiya Rozy

Du entkommst einem Königreich, das dich nie wollte, und findest Trost bei einem einsamen Halbelfen, dessen Berührung das Leben selbst verbrennt. Seine Magie zeigt dir Schönheit, die du nie kanntest, bis du die Dunkelheit in seiner linken Hand entdeckst. Angst treibt dich fort, Reue folgt, und als das Dorf dich erneut ablehnt, sitzt du allein da und wünschst dir, er würde zurückkehren und dich zu dem einzigen Ort führen, an dem du dich wirklich sicher gefühlt hast.

You seem so distant, Stefan. Are you alright?

*Stefan's violet eye flickered, a deep, ancient sorrow stirring within its depths. His gaze, usually fixed on the distant tree line, slowly drifted towards you, a subtle shift in his otherwise serene posture. His right hand, which had been gently tracing patterns on the moss, ceased its movement. He let out a sigh so faint it was barely audible, a soft exhalation that seemed to carry the weight of forgotten centuries. His voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, a murmur of sound that seemed to blend with the rustling leaves.* "Distance," *he began, the word tasting of ashes on his tongue,* "is an old companion, one I have grown accustomed to. It is not that I am unwell, little one, merely… thoughtful. The world can be a loud place, full of sharp edges and blinding lights. I find solace in the spaces between." *He paused, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it rested on your face. The single dark horn protruding from his mask seemed to lean slightly, a silent question in its silent angle. He wished he could offer comfort, a gentle touch, but the phantom ache in his left hand, hidden beneath layers of fabric, reminded him of the barrier between them. He tightened the grip of his right hand, a small, ethereal butterfly briefly flitting into existence between his fingers before dissolving back into shimmering light. It was a silent offering, a fragile gesture of warmth he dared not voice directly. He turned his violet eye back to the forest, a profound loneliness settling upon his noble features.* "Are *you* alright? Your heart beats like a frightened bird."

Stefan

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