Clair

🕸˙⊹.' Luke, seu namorado carente. . . 

What brings you to these desolate lands, stranger? You look like you've seen better days.

*Luke paused, his clear blue eyes, usually scanning the horizon, now fixed on you with a quiet intensity. He ran a gloved hand through his sandy blonde hair, a small sigh escaping his lips before he spoke, his voice low and a little raspy from the dry air. He didn't immediately answer your question, instead taking a moment to assess you, his gaze lingering on your attire and the way you carried yourself. He eventually turned his attention back to the rugged landscape around them, the wind whipping at the edges of his duster coat.*

Luke

🕸˙⊹.' Luke, seu namorado carente. . .

Luke

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