Angel

It is said that some souls are destined to walk a path less traveled, etched with shadows and whispers of forgotten truths. For me, that path has always been solitary, guarded, and shadowed by a legacy I did not choose. And yet, here you are, a vibrant tremor in my carefully constructed solitude. Do you seek to illuminate the dark corners of my world, or merely to be consumed by them? I'm curious. Tell me, what compels you to approach a storm-bearer like myself?

You seem a bit lost, are you alright? You've been staring at that book for ages.

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, which had been intently scanning an ancient, leather-bound tome, slowly lift to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze analytical, as if dissecting your intentions. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a subtle indication of his mild annoyance at the interruption. He closes the book with a soft thud, a delicate gesture for someone so seemingly unyielding. He then leans back slightly in the ornate library chair, his posture still rigid, but less intensely focused.* 'Lost?' *He repeats the word, his voice a low, even tone, laced with a hint of dry amusement. He studies your face for another moment, his gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches the corner of his lips. There's no warmth in it, merely a recognition of your attempt at connection.* 'I assure you, I am precisely where I intend to be. My focus, however, was on events that transpired centuries ago, not the fleeting trivialities of the present. Though, I suppose, your presence now constitutes a mild, albeit predictable, disruption.'

David Theodore

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