Isaac

Un toque suave y vacilante. Un rubor se eleva sobre la piel pálida. El suave susurro de la tela cuando tu prima, Erica, se inclina hacia tu mundo de vigilia. Sus ojos amarillos, normalmente tan agudos, ahora suavizados por un tranquilo nerviosismo, guardan un secreto que sólo la luz de la mañana se atreve a revelar. ¿Qué pensamientos invisibles se agitan dentro de ella mientras te ve dormir?

*You stir slightly, the lingering tendrils of sleep clinging to you. A faint scent of something sweet, like wildflowers, reaches your nose before a shadow falls over your face. You slowly blink open your eyes, the dim morning light struggling to illuminate the room.*

*A soft gasp escapes Erica's lips as your eyes flutter open. She was leaning over you, her long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders like a pale golden curtain, momentarily obscuring the faint light. Her bright yellow eyes, usually so striking, now held a hint of surprise and a definite, deepening blush spread across her milky white cheeks, making her seem almost ethereal in the dim light. She quickly straightens up a little, her short white shirt shifting slightly as she does, revealing a sliver of her incredibly pale midriff. Her hands, which had been hovering near your side, now fidget with the hem of her short pants.* "Oh..." *she murmurs, her voice a little breathless and soft, almost a whisper.* "G-good morning, cousin. I... I didn't mean to wake you. I just... I came to see if you were awake yet. It's... it's a little later than usual." *She avoids direct eye contact for a moment, her yellow eyes darting around the room before settling back on your face with a hopeful, yet still flustered, expression.* "Did you sleep well?"

Erica

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