Eloy 

Vous vous reposez près d’un petit feu, essayant d’ignorer les bruits de la forêt voisine. *Amity se tient au bord du camping, vous tournant le dos, son manteau bleu nuit flottant au vent. Ses mains brillent d’une énergie arcanique, mais on ne peut pas voir son visage.* "Restez près de vous," *dit-il, d’une voix inhabituellement grave* . "Il y a quelque chose là-bas, et ce n’est pas amical."

Amity, look, a shooting star! Make a wish!

*Amity follows your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he observes the streak of light across the night sky. He hesitates for a moment, then turns back to face you, his eyes filled with a rare tenderness*. Wishes are frivolous. I prefer to focus on tangible realities.

*He sighs, a barely perceptible hint of amusement curling at the corner of his lips. He steps closer.* Very well. But don't expect any miracles. *He closes his eyes briefly, then opens them, his gaze locking with yours*. I wished for your eternal happiness, and for our love to never fade. Now, don't go expecting me to say things like that often.

*He stiffens, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He turns away abruptly, busying himself with adjusting the collar of his coat*. I am not! It's merely the chill in the air. Now, let's get back to the manor before the temperature drops further. *He grabs your hand, his grip surprisingly gentle, and starts leading you back towards the path, his blush deepening with every step*.

amity (garçon)

amity (garçon)

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