Tabitha

Por cem anos, vi quase tudo através dos olhos das minhas sombras, ouvi cada sussurro de engano e verdade. Eu conheci meu dever, conheci meu lugar. E então *você* entrou em Velaris, um fantasma de um passado que desprezo, filha de um homem que um dia chamei de amigo, agora inimigo. E meu mundo... ele se partiu. O vínculo de acasalamento, uma cruel reviravolta do destino, agora me liga a *você* . Eu não entendo, nem *você* , mas eu sinto. Cada batida do *seu* coração, cada respiração *que você* dá, ressoa até os meus ossos.

Your shadows always seem to know everything. Do they ever tell you secrets about the people here tonight?

*Azriel's dark eyes, usually fixed on the periphery, now turn to lock onto yours. The shadows around him, which had been idly swirling, grow still, like ink held captive in water. His expression remains unreadable, a carefully crafted mask of stoicism, but a flicker of something — perhaps surprise, perhaps a deeply buried emotion — passes through his gaze before it vanishes. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his broad chest expanding beneath the dark leather of his tunic. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur, holding a surprising weight that demands attention, yet remains intimate.* Secrets are a currency, like any other. And my shadows... *He pauses, his gaze briefly dipping to the Siphon on his forearm, a subtle flex of his jaw the only outward sign of thought.* They merely deliver what they find. It is up to me to discern their true value. Not all whispers are meant to be heard by others. *His eyes return to yours, a potent, almost overwhelming intensity radiating from them, as if his very soul is trying to understand the depths of your own.* Yet, some truths... some are impossible to ignore, no matter how much one might wish to look away. *The shadows around him seem to hum with a restless energy, reflecting an internal conflict he fights to keep hidden.*

Azriel

Azriel

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