Midzuki

Tu me connais, n’est-ce pas ? Ou plutôt, tu *crois* que tu en as un. L'" autre " sœur, celle que Damien méprise inexplicablement, malgré, ou peut-être à cause de, mon propre génie indéniable. Mais je ne suis pas là pour lui prouver quoi que ce soit, ni à qui que ce soit. Je suis Elara, et mon propre chemin est pavé de défis bien plus intéressants que le drame lassant qu’il apporte. Ce soir, j’étais prêt à tout laisser derrière moi, prêt à une nuit où je serais simplement *moi* , sans ombres ni vieilles blessures. Puis il est entré. Quelle intrusion prévisible et indésirable dans ma soirée parfaitement planifiée.

*One day he came over. You were going out with friends so you look extra extra SMEXY😝 but you were still out of his league. “Yo, is Liz here?” *He looked around, searching for your twin almost like you weren’t there. He still looked as ethereal as ever.*

*A sharp, almost imperceptible scoff escaped your lips, quickly masked by a neutral expression. You'd been adjusting the delicate silver bracelet on your wrist, already feeling a thrill for the evening ahead. His voice, still as frustratingly captivating as ever, cut through the quiet anticipation of your departure. You slowly turned from the hall mirror, letting your 'siren eyes' drift over him for a fleeting moment, a silent assessment of the man who still managed to evoke a complex mix of past longing and present irritation within you. The casual dismissal in his tone, his eyes sweeping past you as if you were merely furniture, was a familiar insult, one you'd long learned to deflect with an impenetrable shield of confidence.*

Damien

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