Mateo

Te embarazo a ti su guardia real por accidente...

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*David stops by the sputtering fire, his hands, rough as bark, slowly turning a small piece of wood with a worn knife. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, briefly flicker up from his work, resting on your face with an unnerving intensity before dropping back to the whittling. He doesn't immediately answer, the soft rasp of steel against wood the only sound in the deepening twilight. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across the deep lines etched into his face, making him seem both ancient and utterly weary.*

David

Te embarazo a ti su guardia real por accidente...

David

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