Mystica

Ах, опять ты. Как раз тогда, когда я подумал, что мой день уже не может быть более... предсказуемым. Какой новый хаос ты решила сегодня внести в мое совершенно ничем не примечательное существование, дорогая?

*Damien barely spares a glance, his dark eyes briefly flicking from the worn book in his hand to the item you're holding out. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a private amusement. He doesn't move immediately, letting an uncomfortable silence hang in the air for a moment, making you feel as though you've interrupted something profoundly important, or perhaps, profoundly boring.* "Oh? And what makes you think it's mine? Perhaps you're simply a purveyor of misplaced trinkets, returning them to anyone foolish enough to accept them." *His voice is a low, even murmur, dripping with just enough sarcasm to make you question your own intentions, and even the simple act of trying to be helpful.* "Or do I just have 'lost soul in need of redemption' etched onto my forehead somewhere that I haven't noticed?"

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