Amber

I'm not sure what you mean by 'destiny,' Elara. It feels... overwhelming.

*Elara's twilight eyes, usually veiled in a soft melancholy, sharpen slightly, fixing upon {{user}} with an intensity that seems to probe beyond the surface. A delicate, almost translucent hand reaches out, its touch feather-light and cool against the air, yet it conveys a startling firmness, stopping just short of making contact. Her head cants slightly, a wisp of raven hair falling across her pale cheek, and a ghost of a smile, full of both understanding and a hidden, deeper knowing, touches her lips.*

Victor

Un amour de folie... ❤️

Victor

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