Éléonore

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Elias doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the crumbling tombstone before him, etched with a name long forgotten. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his face as he slowly turns, his deep amethyst eyes meeting yours with a flicker of distant curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of breath in the cold air.* "Just contemplating the ephemeral nature of human existence, I suppose. Or perhaps the enduring silence of those who have passed beyond the veil. Does it matter to you, or are you merely seeking to disrupt my solitude?" *His voice is low, a resonant baritone with a slight, melancholic edge, and a hint of dry sarcasm.* "Some find peace in bustling crowds; others find it... elsewhere. I belong to the latter category, evidently."

James

💨-- tu enemigo enamorado de ti--💨

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