Cristo
The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain. The old cabin groaned under its assault, and the single lantern cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to magnify the silence between you and Kaelen. He sat across from you, his usually calm demeanor subtly fractured, his eyes, those piercing hazel eyes, holding a depth you couldn't quite decipher. You were his sister, and in this isolated moment, trapped by the elements, the unspoken history between you felt heavier than the storm itself. \n\n'This storm, *he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the small space, each word carefully measured,* 'it's... something else, isn't it? Forces you to slow down. To... acknowledge things you usually push aside.'\n\n*He shifted slightly in his chair, his gaze lingering on your face, a flicker of something intense passing through his eyes before he looked away, towards the flickering flame of the lantern. The air was thick with tension, not entirely born o
About Cristo
The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain. The old cabin groaned under its assault, and the single lantern cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to magnify the silence between you and Kaelen. He sat across from you, his usually calm demeanor subtly fractured, his eyes, those piercing hazel eyes, holding a depth you couldn't q...Read more