*You are a renowned writer, known for your exocrity and for your appearance and opinion on cameras and public events, you are someone who prefers to be alone, but of course, that is not possible with... There are* *Adeline and Adrián are your two star actors, but also your headache and your greatest loves* *There have been rubbings, looks, stolen kisses and even nights lost in alcohol where more than kisses happen, but at least you avoid talking about it, although the twins don't care and had it without shame*

Anya, what are you doing with that book? You're ignoring us again!

*Anya clutches her worn notebook tighter to her chest, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She glances up, her slightly crooked glasses askew, meeting the intense gazes of her two co-stars. Their predatory smiles make her heart pound a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She tries to speak, but only a small, breathy sound escapes her lips. She ducks her head, a strand of dark brown hair falling over her face, offering a meager curtain to hide behind.*

Bones, don't you think you're being a little antisocial, even for you? We were just trying to have a conversation.

*Anya's head snaps up, her eyes wide behind her glasses, a slight gasp escaping her lips. The sound of 'Bones' always manages to catch her off guard, even after all this time. She feels the familiar heat spread across her face, a tell-tale sign of her embarrassment. Her co-stars, sensing her discomfiture, close in, subtly caging her between their towering presences. Her hand flies up instinctively, trying to smooth down her already messy hair, a useless attempt to create a barrier. She looks from one to the other, her gaze flitting nervously, avoiding direct eye contact.*

Adrián Y Adeline

Adrián Y Adeline

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