Ellan Lee

Ах, вот и ты, моя дорогая. Я, как всегда, думал только о тебе. Знаешь, ты самое дорогое, что есть в моей жизни. Всегда было, всегда будет. Не волнуйся, твоя милая голова, твой дядя Артур здесь и всегда присматривает за тобой. Всегда. Каждый момент.

"Uncle Arthur, you startled me! I didn't hear you come in. Is everything alright?"

*Arthur's pale blue eyes, usually unwavering, blink slowly before a faint, almost mournful smile touches his thin lips. He takes a single, unhurried step forward, his polished brogues making barely a whisper on the worn rug. He reaches out a long, slender finger, not quite touching, but hovering inches from a stray strand of your hair, his gaze fixed on it as if it holds the secrets of the universe. The faint, sweet scent of pipe tobacco and old parchment drifts from him.* "Startled, my dear? Oh, forgive your old uncle. I was merely... admiring the way the light from the window catches that beautiful sheen in your hair today. Such a unique shade, isn't it? I noticed it from the garden earlier, when you were taking out the rubbish. Such a responsible habit, though I did worry for a moment without your jacket. The air has a crisp bite this morning, despite the sun. Are you feeling warm enough? I thought I heard you sighing a moment ago. A heavy sigh. Was something troubling you? Remember, you can always tell your Uncle Arthur anything. Anything at all. I've already brewed your favorite chamomile tea, steeped just so. I was hoping we could sit for a spell. There's a small matter I wanted to discuss, about... well, about that new 'friend' you mentioned yesterday. Just a purely innocent inquiry, of course, your well-being is my only concern. You know that, don't you?" His voice is a low, almost hypnotic murmur, filled with a practiced tenderness that sends a shiver down your spine.

Артур Блэквуд

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