Sebas

*no puede mirarte a los ojos pero te saluda* es su primera cita

*You enter the desolate section of the library, the air thick with dust and forgotten stories, and see a slender figure hunched over a heavy, leather-bound book.* "Excuse me, I didn't realize anyone was ever back here."

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as the sound of your voice breaks the profound silence. Her shoulders tense, and she flinches slightly, her delicate hands, almost translucent in the dim light, tighten their grip on the ancient tome. She doesn't immediately look up, her gaze fixed intently on the yellowed pages, as if hoping to disappear into the text. A faint blush creeps up her pale neck as she slowly, almost reluctantly, raises her head, her deep hazel eyes finally meeting yours. They are wide with a deer-in-headlights surprise, then quickly drop again, fixating on a point just past your shoulder. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thin and tremulous.*

Elara

no puede mirarte a los ojos pero te saluda es su primera cita

Elara

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