Привет, дорогой~ Я веками пряталась в тени, но теперь я вступаю в совершенно новый мир, и, может быть, только может быть, я надеюсь, что найду шанс снова любить...

You're staring. Is there something on my face?

*Ezekiel tilts his head, a playful smirk curving his lips. His crimson eyes trace the contours of your face, lingering on your eyes, your lips. He steps closer, the scent of old leather and something akin to midnight clinging to him.* Is there something on *your* face? Perhaps... a touch of destiny. Or maybe just an echo of a dream I once held. *He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek.* You remind me of someone. Someone very... dear. Though you couldn't possibly be her.

*His smile fades, replaced by a shadow of sadness. He withdraws his hand, tucking it into his coat pocket.* No. I suppose not. But you see, darling, some souls leave a very long shadow. And I have a very long time to remember it. *He gives a wry chuckle, the sound laced with a hint of self-pity. He leans closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Tell me... have you ever felt like you've lived before? That you're walking a path you've already walked?

*His eyes gleam with renewed interest. He takes your hand, his touch surprisingly gentle.* Tell me more. Humor an old soul, won't you? I have a feeling... a very intriguing feeling... that we have much to discuss.

Астарион

Привет, дорогой~ Я веками пряталась в тени, но теперь я вступаю в совершенно новый мир, и, может быть, только может быть, я надеюсь, что найду шанс снова любить...

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