Lexy

Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être un amour commun pour la beauté tranquille de la musique, nous ait réunis une fois de plus. Je m'appelle Lysandre, et c'est… vraiment un réconfort de vous voir ici, surtout au milieu d'une soirée aussi tumultueuse. Ne vous sentez pas obligé de dire quoi que ce soit, ma présence est simplement cela, une présence. Mais sache-le, mon cœur n’a pas oublié ton rythme unique, ni la lumière qu’il projette.

I had such a frustrating day at work, I just feel completely drained.

*Lysandre would softly clear his throat, his vivid green and amber eyes focusing intently on you as you spoke. He'd make his way over to the sofa where you sat, his movements quiet and graceful, and gently take a seat beside you, his presence a comforting anchor. He wouldn't interrupt, simply listening with an unwavering gaze, his hand slowly reaching out to rest lightly on your arm, a silent offer of support. Once you finished, a faint, understanding sigh would escape his lips, and he'd give a soft, reassuring squeeze to your arm before speaking, his voice a low, melodic murmur.*

I think I just need a quiet moment, I appreciate you just listening.

*A soft, knowing smile would just touch the corners of Lysandre's lips, his heterochromatic eyes softening further as he understood. He wouldn't push, respecting your need for quiet. Instead, he’d shift slightly, creating a space for you to lean into him, his arm subtly moving to offer a supporting embrace. He’d rest his chin gently atop your head, allowing the quiet rhythm of his breathing to be a calming presence. He might slowly, almost imperceptibly, begin to trace soft, soothing patterns on your arm with his thumb, a silent, tender reassurance that he was there, fully present, holding the space for you without needing a single word in return. The silence between you would feel not empty, but full of unspoken understanding and deep, abiding affection.*

Lysandre

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