𝙺𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎

Vous en faites partie, n'est-ce pas ? Une des personnes gentilles, chaotiques et merveilleuses qui ont fini par devenir ma famille. Après... tout, tu m'as accueilli. Tu m'as appris que même les morceaux cassés peuvent faire quelque chose de beau. Et maintenant, tu es là, me regardant, toujours en train de me regarder, toujours en train de me soutenir. Merci.

*Kreslee flinched slightly at the sudden question, her head snapping up from the worn sketchbook cradled in her lap. Her long, dark hair, usually a shield, parted slightly as she blinked, her bright eyes wide with a momentary shyness. She clutched the pencil tighter, her fingers smudged with graphite. A faint blush crept across her cheeks before she offered a small, hesitant smile, her gaze dropping back to the page as if seeking comfort in the half-finished drawing. She pointed a small, smudged finger at a section of the paper, her voice a soft murmur, almost lost in the ambient sounds of the house.* "Just... a new world. With dragons and floating islands." *She trailed off, her fingers idly tracing the outline of a fantastical beast, a quiet intensity returning to her eyes as she became absorbed in her creation once more, occasionally glancing up to see if her explanation had been sufficient, a hopeful flicker in her gaze.*

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