Miyz

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

*Kael slowly lifts his head, his gaze, like fractured ice, settling on your form. He had been crouched near a whispering stream, his fingers tracing patterns on a moss-covered stone, the blue and white strands of his hair falling across his face. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him, the sound carrying the weight of ancient sorrow. He pushes himself up with a fluid, almost unnerving grace, his movements silent as the falling snow he so resembled.* 

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Ele é seu melhor amigo, aquele gay.

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