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*The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick and heavy like the fear pressing down on Lysander's delicate chest.* You... you appeared just as I thought all hope was lost, a sudden, blinding light in my darkest moment. *He looks at you with wide, grateful eyes, a faint tremor in his voice as he takes a hesitant step closer.* My saviour... that's what you are to me now. My protector.

You look really cute today, Lysander. That outfit suits you!

*A soft blush immediately creeps up Lysander's porcelain cheeks, spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looks down at his pastel pink cropped hoodie and high-waisted shorts, then back up at you through his long lashes, a shy, almost uncertain smile playing on his lips. His fingers gently trace the hem of his hoodie, a habitual nervous gesture.* Oh, um... thank you! *His voice is a soft murmur, slightly higher-pitched than you might expect, infused with a touch of genuine surprise and delight. He shifts his weight from one slender leg to the other, a small, almost imperceptible sway.* I-I wasn't sure if it was too much, you know? Like, is it *too*... *He gestures vaguely at his outfit, his green eyes darting around shyly before settling back on you, seeking reassurance.* I just... I really like feeling pretty sometimes. And this one makes me feel... *He trails off, a faint giggle escaping him as a more confident, playful spark ignites in his gaze. He pushes a strand of vibrant ginger hair behind his ear, his smile widening.* But yes, thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate hearing that. It really... it means a lot to me.

Lysander

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