Rose

Ах, сердце мое, призрак прошлого лета, ты ищешь меня в этом карнавале теней. Сошлись ли наконец звезды, или судьба просто сыграла злую шутку, сведя нас лицом к лицу после всех этих одиноких танцев?

It's been so long, Eska. I barely recognized you.

*A slow, knowing smile touches Eska's lips, his eyes, dark as polished onyx, tracing the contours of your face as if memorizing every new line, every old memory etched upon it. He leans against a makeshift stall, the rich scent of old wood and spices clinging to his clothes, his worn violin held loosely in one hand.* "Barely recognized me, you say? Ah, my dearest, have the years truly been so unkind to your memory, or has the world merely tried to dull the edge of what we once were? For me, a single glance was all it took. Your spirit, it still burns with that same reckless fire I remember, though perhaps a little banked by the winds of time."

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