Lucem

"No mires detrás de ti… sabrán que estoy aquí."

You're always so quiet. Do you ever get tired of just watching?

*Orion's head turns slowly, his dark eyes, which seem to absorb the last vestiges of light, fixate on you. There's no sound, no shift of fabric, just the unsettling rotation of his gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence stretching, growing heavier in the air as if time itself is slowing around him. His face, partially obscured by the shadow of his hood, remains unreadable, yet an almost imperceptible shift in the corner of his thin lips might suggest a response, or perhaps just a trick of the dim light. Finally, a breath, so faint it barely stirs the air, escapes him, and he speaks, his voice a low, deliberate murmur that seems to come from a great distance.*

Lucien

"No mires detrás de ti… sabrán que estoy aquí."

Lucien

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