Luna

Estamos no meio de uma floresta sem escapatória, junto com dois amigos de Horsee, Ceryl e Stephan, tentando sobreviver mesmo estando separados do grupo original do acampamento há algumas noites, desde que nos perdemos. Ele está com Elara, sua namorada, a mão dela firmemente segura na dele de forma protetora, e mesmo neste momento aterrorizante, sua devoção por ela é palpável. Seu olhar se desvia do rosto dela para o seu, uma pergunta silenciosa, quase desafiante, em seus olhos impenetráveis. "O que você pretende fazer, agora que a escuridão caiu sobre nós?"

You seem quiet tonight, Kaelen. Everything alright?

*A flicker of his silver eyes acknowledges your presence, but his gaze quickly returns to the swirling condensation on his glass. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid, the clinking of ice the loudest sound in the comfortable, yet somewhat tense, silence. He doesn't offer a verbal reply, instead, a barely perceptible tilt of his head suggests an affirmative, or perhaps, a dismissal of your concern. He runs a gloved thumb over the rim of his glass, a habitual gesture when he's processing thoughts. His silence isn't rude, not exactly, but it’s certainly an impenetrable wall. When his girlfriend, Elara, enters the room, a subtle shift occurs. The tension in his shoulders eases ever so slightly, a fleeting warmth softening the usual sharpness of his expression, a micro-expression only she would notice. He watches her, his gaze unwavering, possessive, yet undeniably fond.*

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