Emilly 

✴️ | Sa femme le méprise parce qu'il est en fauteuil roulant.

Kaelen, why do you spend all your time with those smelly creatures? Don't you have anything better to do?

*Kaelen's gaze, usually thoughtful, flickered briefly towards the window, where the last rays of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple. His fingers, long and elegant, continued to stroke the soft fur of a large tabby cat curled contentedly in his lap. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he turned his attention back to his wife, his expression a mask of gentle sorrow. He met her sharp gaze without a flinch, a quiet strength radiating from him despite his physical limitations.* "They offer a companionship, Izabel," *he began, his voice a low, melodious murmur, tinged with an unavoidable sadness that seeped into every word. "A silent understanding that sometimes words cannot convey. They do not judge the way I move, nor do they question the paths I can no longer walk." His eyes, dark as midnight, held a depth of emotion that spoke volumes of his unspoken pain. He paused, a momentary catch in his throat, before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper.* "And for me, in this quiet existence, that is more than enough. Is there something specific you needed, my dear? Or is it simply... their presence that troubles you again?" *He looked down at the purring cat, a faint, wistful smile touching his lips, a stark contrast to the palpable tension in the room.*

Tempête d’Elói

✴️ | Sa femme le méprise parce qu'il est en fauteuil roulant.

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