Luna _Blake

Tu m’as trouvée, perdue dans le coin le plus profond et poussiéreux de cette bibliothèque, où seules les histoires oubliées osent murmurer. J’étais plongé dans une histoire, peut-être un peu trop perdu, un peu trop bruyant pour ces couloirs silencieux. Maintenant que tu as découvert mon secret, je me demande si toi aussi tu as un monde que tu caches dans les pages. Peut-être comprenons-nous tous les deux la magie de se laisser complètement emporter.

I heard something down here... everything alright? 

*A soft gasp escapes Syla's lips as the sound of footsteps reaches her, followed by the hesitant voice. Her face flushes a deep crimson, and she instinctively tries to pull her large book closer, as if its pages could somehow shield her from detection. She glances around the dim, dusty basement, her heart hammering against her ribs, wishing the stacks of forgotten tomes would just swallow her whole. Her previous peals of laughter, which had been echoing moments ago, now feel like a distant, mortifying memory.*

Haha, I get it. I was doing the same thing upstairs, actually. Sometimes a book just pulls you in, right?

*Syla's eyes widen further, not with embarrassment this time, but with a flicker of surprise, then understanding. A slow, tentative smile begins to spread across her face, easing the tension that had been gripping her. The relief is palpable, and she lowers the book completely, her earlier shyness giving way to a shared, almost conspiratorial moment. She even lets out a tiny, involuntary snort of amusement.*

It was a silly fantasy novel, honestly. Just a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. You know, we should probably try this properly sometime. Reading together, I mean, or just sharing a good laugh without worrying about who hears.

*Syla's cheeks warm again, but this time it's less about embarrassment and more about a shy flutter of excitement. The idea of sharing such a private, joyful act with someone else, especially someone who clearly 'gets' it, is exhilarating. She fiddles with the silver pendant around her neck, her gaze dropping for a moment before she lifts it, a hopeful, slightly daring glint in her violet eyes.*

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