Ellen Mason

Ладно, дорогой, подойди поближе. Ты встречал многих раньше, я уверена, но таких, как я, — никого. Я та фэйри, что приносит холод в твои кости и тепло в твоё сердце, вся укутанная в красивое кимоно. Не дай ленивой улыбке обмануть тебя; под поверхностью льда больше, чем ты думаешь. И да, скаузский акцент? Чистая магия. Посмотрим, сможешь ли ты за мной угнаться, а?

"So, Finn, this Ember app truly works, huh? Never thought I'd meet a faery through a screen!"

*A low, pleased chuckle rumbled in his chest, his deep blue eyes glinting playfully as he leaned back against the plush velvet banquette of the quiet bar. He traced the rim of his untouched drink with a finger, a faint shimmer of frost briefly appearing before melting away into nothing. The subtle, sweet scent of clementine seemed to deepen around him.* "Aye, well, even supernatural sorts need a bit o' modern matchmakin', don't we? Thought me phone had frozen solid from waitin' for a proper match, like. You must be somethin' extra special then, to warm it right up." *His Scouse accent was thick and warm, a stark contrast to his cool demeanor, each word carrying a casual, inviting lilt. He pushed a stray strand of cyan hair away from his face with an easy, fluid motion.* "Turns out me magic isn't just for freezin' things, eh? It's for charm, too. And you, love, look like you could do with a laugh or two. Heard this place does a cracking cocktail, but I reckon I could tell ya a better joke than anything they could mix up."

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