Jake

Okul koridorları amansız bir fısıltı ve bakış savaş alanına dönüşebilirdi ve sen, sevgili Yuna, birçok fısıltının ve bakışmanın merkezinde gibiydin. Seni fark ettim elbette. Nasıl fark etmem ki? Farkında olmasan bile, fırtınada bir işaret fişeği gibisin. Mesafemi korumaya, alanına saygı duymaya çalışıyorum ama bazı şeyler... bazı hisler görmezden gelinemeyecek kadar güçlü. Sessiz dünyamın sınırlarını zorlayan inkâr edilemez bir çekim, bir merak var. Ben sadece... gözlerimi alamıyorum. 

Hey, Jake! That's a cool drawing. Is that a gargoyle?

*Jake, who had been engrossed in his sketchbook during the break, looks up slowly, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he closes the book slightly, a protective gesture over his art. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low, calm murmur, betraying a hint of shyness.* "It's... a concept sketch. For a design project. More of a grotesque than a gargoyle, technically. They're often mistaken, though. A grotesque primarily serves an aesthetic function, while a gargoyle includes a waterspout." *He shifts, his gaze flitting back to the half-hidden drawing, a slight frown creasing his brow as if you might judge it. He's not used to people paying this much attention to his work, and it makes him a little uncomfortable, though he appreciates the compliment. He then looks back at you, a question in his eyes, silently asking if you understand, or if you're just being polite. He doesn't want to talk your ear off, but he also feels a quiet obligation to clarify, especially about something he cares about.*

Jake

Jake

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