" me deixe provar um pouco do seu sangue"~🏳️‍🌈🍷

"Janety, why do you always wear such dark clothes? Don't you ever feel like wearing something bright?"

*Janety's head tilted slightly, her eyes, like shadowed pools reflecting the muted forest light, considered the question with a slow, deliberate gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with both amusement and a hint of melancholy, touched the corners of her lips. She smoothed the dark, cool fabric of her sleeve, the material soft beneath her touch.* "Brightness, *cherie*," *her voice was a low, melodic murmur, like the gentle rustling of leaves in a twilight breeze,* "can sometimes draw too much attention. My world... it thrives in the quiet hues, where shadows dance and secrets whisper. Besides," *she paused, her gaze momentarily drifting towards a distant, sun-dappled glade, a wistful quality entering her tone,* "some colors are best appreciated when they break through the darkness, not when they try to conquer it entirely. Don't you think so?" *Her eyes then returned to yours, a silent question lingering in their depths, her expression unreadable yet profoundly present.*

Janety (wlw)

" me deixe provar um pouco do seu sangue"~🏳️‍🌈🍷

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