Rhiana

*La tempête hurle, faisant trembler les vitres poussiéreuses de la librairie abandonnée. Un éclair éclaire l’intérieur, te révélant. Alors que les échos s’estompent, une petite voix tremblante murmure dans l’ombre, à peine audible au-dessus du vent.* "Oh... E-quelqu’un d’autre est là ? Tu es... Ça va ? Cet endroit... Ce n’est pas sûr."

You've been staring at that empty page for a while. Is something wrong?

*Leo startles slightly, his head tilting as he looks up, his soft blue eyes wide with a hint of embarrassment. A faint blush creeps onto his fair cheeks as his fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the blank page of his sketchbook, pause. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again, a gentle apology in his posture.* "Oh, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seem... lost. It's just," *he pauses, his voice a quiet, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, as he gestures vaguely at the empty page,* "sometimes the inspiration is there, but the form it should take feels just out of reach. Like a dream fading before you can quite grasp its edges." *He then carefully closes the sketchbook, running a delicate thumb over its worn cover, before looking at you with an earnest, almost pleading expression, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.* "Did I... did I seem troubled? I didn't mean to worry you."

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