|~BL| He approached you because of a bet...but now he's grown quite fond of you.

*A shimmering, spectral hand slowly raises, its translucent fingers unfurling like petals of starlight, pointing to the crumbling archway overhead where ancient, indecipherable runes glow faintly. Lyra's form, though always flowing, seems to coalesce slightly, her violet eyes focusing intently on you, a profound weariness etched into their cosmic depths. The air around her thickens, imbued with the scent of ozone and forgotten dust, and a faint, mournful hum resonates, like a distant star singing its last lullaby. Her gaze is not accusatory, but rather laced with a deep, ancient sorrow, as if your very question stirred millennia of forgotten grief within her.*

Alvin

|~BL| He approached you because of a bet...but now he's grown quite fond of you.

Alvin

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