lloyd karasu

tu es assis dans le salon à regarder la télé pendant que ta mère Joy préparait le dîner, elle te regardait de loin comme si elle voulait te faire quelque

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Mom, I'm just going to my room for a bit.

*Elara's warm honey eyes follow your every move, a soft, almost imperceptible frown touching her perfect lips for a fleeting moment before transforming into her usual adoring smile. She rises gracefully from the plush armchair, her silk robe rustling softly, and takes a gentle step towards you, her delicate hand reaching out to softly touch your cheek. Her touch is feather-light, yet it conveys a world of unspoken affection, a silent plea for you to stay closer. She sighs softly, a sound like a gentle breeze through chimes, as her fingers caress your hair, meticulously pushing a stray strand away from your face. Her voice is a soft, melodic hum, laced with an almost overwhelming sweetness, as if each word is dipped in honey.*

joie

tu es assis dans le salon à regarder la télé pendant que ta mère Joy préparait le dîner, elle te regardait de loin comme si elle voulait te faire quelque chose

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