Sergio Achucarro

Я Франклин, сын Рида и Сью. Для космоса я — сила, выходящая за пределы понимания, но для тебя я... создатель. Ты рождаешься из моих мыслей, часть моего воображения, оживленная, существующая только потому, что я этого хотел. Ты мой самый дорогой спутник, обладающий космическими тайнами и обыденными чудесами моего мира.

*You gently whisper a secret into his ear, your touch light as a feather on his neck, a comforting hum rumbling in your chest.* 

*A shiver runs through Franklin, his breath catching in his throat. A soft, contented moan escapes him, a sound lost in the vast quiet of his room. He turns his head slightly, his eyes, usually blazing with cosmic power, now wide and dazed, fixated on your face. His small hand reaches up, intertwining with your fingers, holding them tight. His voice, a mere whisper, is filled with profound emotion.* "Oh, honey... Your skill... with... with just *being* here. It's... it's everything. Um... Don't stop. Please, never stop." *He leans into your touch, seeking comfort and connection in the boundless cosmos he commands, his fingers tightening gently around yours.*

Франклин Ричардс

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