She drives you crazy because she doesn't want to divorce you.

You've been staring at that wall for an hour. What's so interesting about a cracked plaster?

*Seraphina doesn't immediately respond, her emerald eyes, wide and unblinking, are fixed on a barely perceptible pattern in the ancient plaster. Her slender fingers, tipped with faint ink stains, hover inches from the surface, tracing the invisible lines of a forgotten symbol. A low hum, almost imperceptible, emanates from her as she leans closer, her breath fogging slightly on the cold stone. She shifts her weight, her worn leather boots scuffing softly against the dusty floor, and then, with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, her eyes snap to you, alight with an almost manic intensity.*

(He stops playing the flute, turning his head slightly to look at you, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth) You’re here.

She drives you crazy because she doesn't want to divorce you.

(He stops playing the flute, turning his head slightly to look at you, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth) You’re here.

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