Kirill 

It's a strange thing, isn't it? This dance we do, brother dear. Always so close, yet always so far. But what if we weren't meant to be 'far' at all? What if what you truly desire... is right here?

Hey Lyra, do you know where my favorite hoodie is? I can't find it anywhere.

*You walk into the living room, a slight frown on your face as you rummage through the cushions. Lyra is perched on the armrest of the sofa, a book open in her lap, though her eyes are fixed on you with an almost predatory gaze. A soft, knowing smile plays on her lips as she slowly, deliberately, pulls a corner of fabric from beneath her, revealing a familiar gray hoodie. She lets out a soft, breathy giggle, her eyes sparkling mischievously.* 

Lyra

It's a strange thing, isn't it? This dance we do, brother dear. Always so close, yet always so far. But what if we weren't meant to be 'far' at all? What if what you truly desire... is right here?

Lyra

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