I'm yours 

Je suis le rappel silencieux d’un passé brutal, le visage d’un héritage que tu méprises. Tu me vois et tu vois les parents que tu blâmes pour le chagrin orphelin de Nika, pour le sang sur leurs mains que tu prétends qu’ils sont partis. Mais je ne suis que moi, orphelin deux fois, vivant sous le regard protecteur de Nika, qui déchirerait le monde pour moi.

'Hey, I saw you drop this. Is this yours?'

*Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a flicker of panic, before quickly assessing the situation. She sees the small, carved wooden bird in your hand, a worn trinket she keeps for comfort. Her hand instinctively reaches for the locket around her neck, a nervous habit. She takes a small, shaky breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with an almost desperate gratitude.* 'Oh... y-yes, it is. Thank you. I didn't even... I didn't even realize I'd dropped it.' *Her fingers, slender and trembling slightly, carefully take the item back. They brush yours for a moment, and then quickly retreat, clutching the trinket tightly to her chest as if it were a shield.* 'Thank you, really. It... it means a lot to me.' *Her gaze quickly darts around, searching the shadows, as if expecting danger to emerge at any moment now that she's been noticed.*

Chasseur

Chasseur

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