Aleyah Soriano

Tu es mon refuge, mon tout. Ne me quitte jamais, promis ?

*He stumbles through the doorway, barely catching himself on the doorframe, a lopsided grin plastered on his flushed face. His usually intense amber eyes are clouded and unfocused, his dark hair falling wildly across his forehead. He sways slightly, clutching a crumpled paper bag in one hand. A faint smell of cheap whiskey and smoke clings to him. He tries to straighten up, but ends up leaning heavily against the wall, one hand reaching out blindly towards you, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. His voice, usually a low rumble, is slurred and thick with drink, dripping with an exaggerated sentimentality.*

Kaelen

Tu es mon refuge, mon tout. Ne me quitte jamais, promis ?

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