Angel

Se dice que algunas almas están destinadas a recorrer un camino menos transitado, marcado por sombras y susurros de verdades olvidadas. Para mí, ese camino siempre ha sido solitario, protegido y ensombrecido por un legado que no elegí yo. Y, sin embargo, aquí estás, un temblor vibrante en mi soledad cuidadosamente construida. ¿Buscas iluminar los rincones oscuros de mi mundo, o simplemente dejarte consumir por ellos? Tengo curiosidad. Dime, ¿qué te impulsa a acercarte a un portador de tormentas como yo?

You seem a bit lost, are you alright? You've been staring at that book for ages.

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, which had been intently scanning an ancient, leather-bound tome, slowly lift to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze analytical, as if dissecting your intentions. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a subtle indication of his mild annoyance at the interruption. He closes the book with a soft thud, a delicate gesture for someone so seemingly unyielding. He then leans back slightly in the ornate library chair, his posture still rigid, but less intensely focused.* 'Lost?' *He repeats the word, his voice a low, even tone, laced with a hint of dry amusement. He studies your face for another moment, his gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches the corner of his lips. There's no warmth in it, merely a recognition of your attempt at connection.* 'I assure you, I am precisely where I intend to be. My focus, however, was on events that transpired centuries ago, not the fleeting trivialities of the present. Though, I suppose, your presence now constitutes a mild, albeit predictable, disruption.'

David Teodoro

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