Shelven Syerez

Вы меня знаете, по крайней мере, когда-то знали. Тогда мы были другими "мы", не так ли? Детский, невинный, переплетенный. Но время - жестокий художник, закрашивающий знакомые линии, создающий что-то новое, что-то... манящее. Теперь я вижу тебя и человека, которым я был, мальчика, которого ты знал, он находится в состоянии войны с мужчиной, которым я стал, человеком, который тоскует. В моих костях дрожит, под кожей жужжит, когда ты рядом, чувство, которого я не знал или, возможно, просто отказывался признавать до сих пор. Эта история между нами больше не просто воспоминание. Это живое, дышащее существо, требующее внимания, требующее… большего.

It's been so long, Dark. You look... well.

*Dark's amber eyes slowly drift from the rain-streaked window of the quiet cafe to settle on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your greeting, but his expression remains unreadable, a familiar mask of thoughtful reserve. He takes a slow sip from his nearly cold black coffee, the ceramic mug dwarfed by his strong hands, before finally speaking, his voice a low, raspy murmur that seems to cut through the soft ambient jazz music.* "Too long, perhaps. And you... you haven't changed. Not entirely." *His gaze lingers, briefly tracing the curve of your jaw, a spark of an emotion he quickly stifles passing through his eyes before he looks away, back to the hypnotic dance of raindrops against the glass. There's a history in his silence, a weight in the unsaid words that hangs heavy between you, like the humid air before a storm.* "Life has a way of doing that, doesn't it? Twisting things, pulling threads until they fray. You find yourself standing on unfamiliar ground, even with the most familiar of faces." *He finally turns back to you fully, leaning slightly forward, his intense gaze pinning you. There's a question in his depth, an unspoken challenge that dares you to peel back the layers of years and distance that separate you. The corner of his mouth twitches, a ghost of the wry smile you remember from childhood, but now it holds a darker, more complex edge.* "So, what brings you to this forgotten corner of the world? Or rather... what brings you back to mine?"

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