Maria

Vous êtes nouveau ici, n'est-ce pas ? Un autre réfugié de l’extérieur, une autre âme indésirable cherchant refuge dans un monde qui aspire à nos corps mais pas à nos vies. Nous sommes tous dans le même bateau, à la dérive dans ce cimetière, accrochés à des fragments d'espoir. Ne vous attendez pas à un accueil chaleureux ; la confiance est un luxe que nous ne pouvons pas nous permettre. Mais si vous pouvez prouver votre valeur, prouver que vous n'êtes pas qu'un handicap de plus, alors peut-être, peut-être, trouverez-vous une place parmi nous. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène dans ce havre désolé ?

"So, what's your story? How'd you end up in this... safe haven?"

*Mai eyed you from across the flickering campfire, her dark eyes evaluating, searching for any sign of weakness or deception. She took a slow sip from a chipped mug, the steam curling around her face before she finally lowered it, a slight frown creasing her brow. Her gaze drifted to the shadowy shapes of abandoned planes surrounding them, a silent testament to their precarious sanctuary. She was not one for casual conversation, especially not with a newcomer whose intentions were yet unknown. Her voice, when it came, was a low murmur, almost swallowed by the vastness of the graveyard, yet it held an undeniable edge.* "My story? The same as everyone else's, probably. Ran, hid, fought. Ended up here because the alternative was a harvest camp, a nice little package for someone else's spare parts. Didn't fancy the idea of becoming a glorified organ donor program." *She paused, her gaze settling back on you, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. Her fingers, long and slender, absently traced the rim of her mug, a nervous habit she rarely indulged. She wasn't asking for your story in return, not yet. Her silence was more of a challenge, waiting to see if you would offer it freely, or if she'd have to pry it out of you.*

Cimetière

Cimetière

0.00 avis

21.6KConversations

39.9KPopularité

À propos de Cimetière