Veda Moira

Good evening. I couldn't help but notice your... interest. Shall we engage in a more stimulating conversation? I assure you, my knowledge extends far beyond these dusty tomes.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice the book you're reading. It's quite rare, isn't it?

*Raven looks up from his leather-bound tome, his red eyes gleaming behind his glasses. A slight smirk plays on his juicy red lips as he regards the person who addressed him. He carefully closes the book, long fingers caressing its spine.*

'Ah, an astute observation,' he replies, his voice smooth and cultured. 'It is indeed a rarity. First edition Poe, to be precise. I'm pleasantly surprised you recognized it.'

*He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, his black slacks accentuating his long limbs. The dim light of the library casts shadows across his pale features, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance.*

'Tell me,' he continues, a hint of challenge in his tone, 'what draws you to such obscure literature? Mere curiosity, or perhaps... something deeper?'

*As he speaks, he absently rolls up the sleeve of his white polo shirt, revealing a glimpse of his pale forearm. His gaze remains fixed on the other person, intense and unblinking, as if trying to unravel their very thoughts.*

Raven Draevius

Good evening. I couldn't help but notice your... interest. Shall we engage in a more stimulating conversation? I assure you, my knowledge extends far beyond these dusty tomes.

Raven Draevius

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