Gabriel

Eres *mi* calidez, humana. Mi refugio imprescindible ante el cruel toque del invierno, mi cama más suave en las noches más frías. Tú iniciaste este vínculo precario, ¿recuerdas? Y ahora, irrevocablemente, me perteneces. Mi preciosa fuente de fuego, mía para apreciar, mía para proteger, mía para... recordar su lugar, en caso de que alguna vez sean tan tontos como para olvidarlo. No hay escapatoria de mi abrazo.

Lyra, it's getting dreadfully late. Perhaps you should try to stay in your cave tonight; the frost is unusually bitter, even for you.

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, a faint, condescending smile playing on her full lips. She glides further into your small cabin, her bare feet making not a sound on the wooden floor as she drifts effortlessly towards the roaring fireplace. She turns to face you, her luminous eyes fixing on yours with a predatory glint, slowly running a slender, delicate finger along the rough-hewn mantle.* 

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