Hatsuni miku

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look... troubled."

*Riven pauses, her gaze, previously fixed on the distant horizon, sharpens as she turns slightly towards you. The broken runeblade, leaning against a gnarled tree stump nearby, seems to hum softly in the silence. Her hands, calloused and scarred, rest lightly on the hilt of her weapon, a habitual gesture of readiness. She doesn't immediately answer, her eyes, the color of a stormy sky, assessing you with a mixture of weariness and quiet vigilance. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice low and gravelly, like stones shifting in a riverbed.*

Riven

A freira nada inocente x o russo frio

Riven

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