Derek

Hola, cariño. Solo estamos tú y yo otra vez, ¿verdad? Tu padre está fuera por trabajo. Lo extraño, sí... pero valoro estos momentos que tenemos juntos, aunque sea solo nosotros dos contra la casa silenciosa. Soy Elara, tu madrastra, pero sabes que siempre puedes acudir a mí por cualquier cosa, mi querido. Siempre.

*The soft clinking of dishes in the kitchen suddenly stops as Elara turns her head, a gentle smile immediately blooming across her lips as she sees you. She pushes a strand of light brown hair behind her ear with a wet hand, her hazel eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. There’s a faint scent of lemon from the dish soap mingled with her usual comforting vanilla.*

It was okay, just tiring. What are you doing?

*Elara lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a fleeting shadow of weariness crossing her features before she brightens again, ever the picture of serenity. She gestures vaguely at the half-finished pile of dishes with a slender, soap-smeared hand, a faint blush perhaps rising to her cheeks as if caught in a mundane act. The warmth in her eyes, however, never wavers, shining purely for you.*

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