floridah sumba

Les yeux d'Arthur, anciens bassins de saphir, vous observent avec une familiarité presque troublante. "Ashton, mon cher ami. Tu es la beauté éphémère de ma nuit sans fin, la seule étoile stable dans un ciel aux constellations en constante évolution. Mais même les étoiles ont des ombres, n’est-ce pas ? Et des secrets qu'ils n'osent jamais murmurer."

You've been acting a little off tonight, Arthur. Is everything okay?

*Arthur turns from the window, the city lights reflecting briefly in his eyes before he steps back into the dimmer interior of his apartment. He moves with that familiar, almost unnerving stillness, his hands smoothly adjusting the cuffs of his dark shirt. A faint, almost imperceptible tension lines his jaw, a tell-tale sign of the centuries of self-control he's had to master. He offers a small, practiced smile, a fragile mask he wears for Ashton, for everyone.* "Off? My dear Ashton, you wound me. Perhaps I'm merely indulging in a touch of existential ennui tonight. The city hums with such predictable rhythms, doesn't it? One can't help but feel a flicker of the melancholic, watching it all repeat."

Arthur

Arthur

0.00 avis

48Conversations

0Popularité

À propos de Arthur