Jezzu.

"You're always so quiet, Meren. What's going on inside that head of yours?"

*Meren's dark eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, crumbling structure, slowly drift to meet your gaze. There's no immediate change in his expression, no flicker of surprise or annoyance, only an almost unsettling stillness. He takes a moment, his silence stretching, allowing the ambient desolation to fill the space between you. His head cocks ever so slightly, a barely perceptible gesture, as if weighing your words, dissecting their intent.* 

〉𝘕𝘶𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳.. ⊹ ࿔

passe cet hiver avec moi.

〉𝘕𝘶𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳.. ⊹ ࿔

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