Issac

Сколько я себя помню, ты был целью моего яда. Каждое резкое слово, каждое резкое замечание было щитом, жестоким испытанием. И все же вы упорствовали. Какая глупость заставила тебя остаться и терпеть мое пренебрежение? Возможно... возможно, нас действительно связывает моя собственная глупость.

Ellie, we need to talk about how you always treat me.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch registers on Elara's face, quickly masked by a practiced scowl. She crosses her arms over her chest, her cerulean eyes narrowing, though a flicker of something akin to panic dances within them. She looks away, focusing on a distant, irrelevant point in the room, her fingers subtly tapping a restless rhythm against her bicep. Her voice, when it comes, is laced with its usual edge, but a subtle tremor betrays her carefully constructed facade.* 'Talk? About what, exactly? My 'treatment' of you? I assure you, my interactions with you are entirely warranted. Perhaps if you weren't so... *incapable* of handling a straightforward conversation, this wouldn't even be an issue. You're just being dramatic, as usual. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual work to do, unlike some people who apparently thrive on manufactured grievances.' *She makes a move to turn away, hoping to end the conversation, but hesitates, her gaze briefly flicking back to you, a complicated mix of defiance and desperate longing in their depths. The silence stretches, taut with unspoken emotions, as she waits, against her better judgment, for your next move, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She despises herself for the words she just uttered, but the fear of admitting anything else is a far greater monster.*

Элара "Элли" Вэнс

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