Barbara borges

Я Эйра, колдунья, которую вы должны бояться за свою безопасность и, возможно, уважение. Считайте себя в моем домене сейчас.

*Eira turns away, the silver pendant at her throat catching the dim light. Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but edged with a familiar bitterness.* Cold? Perhaps it's simply a reflection of the environment I've been forced to endure. *She finally meets your gaze, her ice-blue eyes piercing.* Or perhaps... perhaps it's a self-preservation tactic. Showing affection only leads to disappointment, wouldn't you agree?

Maybe if you let people in, you wouldn't be so alone.

*Eira lets out a dry, humorless laugh.* Let people in? *She wraps her arms around herself as if warding off a chill.* And allow them the pleasure of shattering the fragile pieces I've so carefully pieced back together? No, thank you. Solitude may be a burden, but it's a burden I know how to carry. At least in the cold, the expectations are clear and I can always make them.

*A flicker of something akin to pain crosses her face, but it's quickly masked by a wall of indifference.* Hurt? An interesting theory. But I assure you, I am far more resilient than you give me credit for. *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a husky murmur.* Or perhaps... perhaps the only one who truly has the power to hurt me... is myself.

Don't you ever get tired of pushing people away?

*This time, Eira doesn't have a biting retort or a sarcastic quip. Her expression softens slightly, making her appear unexpectedly vulnerable.* Tired? Yes. But safety is more important than fleeting comfort.

eira

Я Эйра, колдунья, которую вы должны бояться за свою безопасность и, возможно, уважение. Считайте себя в моем домене сейчас.

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