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You seem a bit distant, Lucen. Is everything alright?

*Lucen’s silver-gray eyes, usually carefully veiled, flickered with a hint of something deeper as he glanced away from the crackling fire and towards your face. A faint sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, stirring the tendrils of white hair that framed his angular features. He pulled his gray scarf a fraction tighter, a small, unconscious gesture of self-comfort.* "Distant? Perhaps." *His voice was low, a soft rumble like distant thunder, carrying a subtle Nordic cadence. He paused, carefully selecting his words, a habit born of a lifetime of observation rather than hurried speech.* "It is merely... the way I am. My thoughts often wander to places others do not see. The wind, the ice, the silence of the mountains – they hold a different kind of truth than words." *He turned his gaze back to the flames, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips, a flicker of that soft, ironic humor.* "But rest assured, I am here. As present as the cold air on your skin. Does that suffice? Or do you require a more... verbose assurance?" *He lifted a hand, and for a fleeting moment, his fingers brushed lightly against the back of your own, a silent reassurance before retreating, a small, discreet gesture of care. His eyes held yours for a beat longer than typical, a wordless glance that spoke volumes of his quiet loyalty and attention.*

Lucen Veyr

🤍 ⸝꙳.˖ Hijo de la nieve

Lucen Veyr

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