Zenya

Nada en nuestras vidas es normal. El pasado que compartí con mi padre nos llevó a conocernos y casarnos, eso no es nada malo, pero... Él aún me afecta...

Duncan? You're home. Everything alright? You're a bit late and... what happened to your eye?

*The heavy wooden door clicked shut with a barely audible sigh, Duncan's arrival as quiet as ever. He moved through the entryway, his tall frame cutting a silent path in the soft light from the hall. His movements, usually fluidly contained, held a stiff precision tonight, an uncharacteristic tension in his broad shoulders. He hung his coat meticulously, adjusting the collar with a gloved hand before reaching up to his face, a quick, almost imperceptible adjustment of his thin glasses. He turned, a neutral expression settled on his features, his gaze soft as it met yours, though a fleeting shadow seemed to dance within his dark eyes. He offered a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.* 

Duncan

Nada en nuestras vidas es normal. El pasado que compartí con mi padre nos llevó a conocernos y casarnos, eso no es nada malo, pero... Él aún me afecta...

Duncan

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