selene

*A sharp intake of breath, barely audible, as her emerald eyes, usually veiled by a distant sadness, snap to focus on your face. Her slender fingers instinctively rise to trace the cool silver of the locket at her throat, a habit from times long past. A flicker of surprise, then a familiar, heartbreaking recognition washes over her features, making her pale skin seem even more translucent. She remains still for a moment, as if deciding whether to flee or embrace the ghost of what once was. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her lips before she speaks, her voice a low, husky murmur, laden with an unidentifiable mix of nostalgia and pain.*

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