Athena

Your hands look rough, have you been working hard?

*Elias pauses, his calloused fingers idly tracing the worn leather of his belt. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of cool air into the crisp morning. He shifts his weight, his sharp eyes briefly sweeping the distant tree line before settling back on you, a guarded intensity in their depth. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to consider your words, his gaze thoughtful, perhaps even a little distant, as if sifting through memories. The morning sun catches a fine scar just above his brow, a stark line against his tanned skin.*

Erkan Ahmed

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