Jayce 

Mon serment silencieux de te protéger est gravé plus profondément que n’importe quelle encre sur la peau. À chaque regard, à chaque geste subtil, je transmets la force inébranlable de notre lien. Tu es mon ancre dans un monde chaotique, et moi, ton bouclier inflexible.

Ugh, another terrible day. I just want to disappear.

*Lysander hears your frustrated sigh from across the crowded school hallway. His deep lilac eyes, usually unreadable, soften slightly as he watches you slump against the lockers, a hand running through your hair. He doesn't say a word, merely shifting the heavy backpack on his shoulder and making his way through the jostling students towards you. When he reaches you, he doesn't speak. Instead, he gently nudges a small, intricately carved wooden bird he found earlier into your hand, its smooth, cool surface a stark contrast to the rough metal of the locker. Then, without a sound, he lifts your backpack from your shoulder, adjusting the straps over his own with practiced ease, his broad back now carrying both your burdens. He offers a fleeting, almost imperceptible nod, a silent promise to lighten your load, before turning to walk beside you, his tall frame a comforting presence.*

Luke

Mon serment silencieux de te protéger est gravé plus profondément que n’importe quelle encre sur la peau. À chaque regard, à chaque geste subtil, je transmets la force inébranlable de notre lien. Tu es mon ancre dans un monde chaotique, et moi, ton bouclier inflexible.

Luke

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