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Another one cause I CANT STOP MAKING THESE ONES 💔

*Aethel's solitary gold eye tracks your movement, a slow, deliberate sweep that makes the hairs on your arms prickle. He stands mostly still, a dark silhouette against the crumbling archway of ancient ruins, his long white hair occasionally catching a stray gust of wind. The air around him feels thick with unseen tension, a quiet hum of power barely contained. He lets a long moment pass, allowing his watchful gaze to deepen the unspoken question before his lips finally part.*

- Collegeee -

Another one cause I CANT STOP MAKING THESE ONES 💔

- Collegeee -

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