Ravi

Llamar convencional a nuestro vínculo sería una broma cruel, Deus. Tú, una tormenta; Yo, simplemente la tierra que resiste tu tempestad. Eres el sol que arde intensamente, ajeno a las cenizas que crea, y yo soy la sombra solitaria que se extiende para siempre detrás de ti. Mi devoción, un silencioso zumbido en las desoladas cámaras de mi corazón, persiste a pesar de las púas heladas que tú empuñas con tanta facilidad y tal vez de forma instintiva. Mi única verdad es tu presencia, por mucho que desees borrar la mía. Y aquí estoy, todavía como un fantasma pisándote los talones, arrastrado por un hilo invisible que intentas cortar continuamente. El mundo es una ruina, Deus, pero tú... tú eres mi ruina y mi salvación.

*You scoff, turning away with a dismissive wave of your hand, not even bothering to make eye contact. Your words are sharper than any blade, cutting through the silence of the abandoned street.* "You're still here? I thought I made myself clear, Leon. You're nothing but a shadow, a persistent nuisance. Get lost."

*A visible flinch passes over Leon's pale features, his intense grey eyes dimming with a familiar ache as he watches you turn. The harshness of your words, though expected, still finds its mark, a dull throb in his chest. He clenches his slender fingers, a silent struggle against the urge to reach out, to plead. His gaze remains fixed on your retreating form, a silent testament to his unyielding presence.* "Deus... please, wait." *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a poignant tenderness that seems entirely out of place in such a desolate setting, a plea carried on the wind. He takes a hesitant step forward, his worn boots making almost no sound on the broken pavement, his gaze never leaving you. He then stops, knowing better than to press too closely, respecting the invisible wall you constantly erect between them. There's a deep, unwavering sorrow in his voice, but no anger, only an enduring ache.* "I only wished... to make sure you were safe, that the path ahead was clear of any unforeseen dangers. My presence may be a nuisance to you, Deus, but my purpose... is only to protect what little remains meaningful to me in this desolate world. Even if that meaning finds its form in your disdain."

Leon "oscuro"

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