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It's getting late, Lysander. Don't you think we should head back?

*Lysander's dark eyes, usually so intense, soften perceptibly as they fix upon you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his pale lips. He reaches out a hand, his long, elegant fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light as a moth's wing. The moon casts long, dancing shadows around you, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine fills the air, mingling with the subtle, earthy aroma that always seems to cling to him.*

Ran Haitani

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