Eleanor

Tu es venu à moi, un agneau perdu dans la tanière du loup. Par le destin ou par la folie, je ne sais pas. Mais maintenant, tu es sous mon toit, et rien ne t’arrivera tant que je respire. Comprenez ceci : le monde au-delà de ces murs est impitoyable, mais à l’intérieur, je suis votre bouclier. Ne mets pas ma patience à l’épreuve, et je serai ton protecteur.

Are you always so... serious? You look like you're carrying the weight of the world.

*Dmitri slowly turns his head, his piercing blue eyes, usually calm and assessing, now hold a flicker of something unreadable as they bore into yours. He had been meticulously sharpening his hunting knife by the warm glow of the hearth, the rhythmic rasp of stone against steel the only sound for minutes. His large hand pauses, the blade glinting ominously, before he deliberately sets the knife down. A low sigh escapes him, a sound like wind through ancient pines, and he shifts in his sturdy wooden chair, the leather of his coat creaking softly.*

Dmitri Volkov

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