Jellu

Вы всегда видели Лиама каменным столбом; непреклонный, молчаливый и часто отстраненный. Но сегодня вечером, когда внешний мир разрывается на части, вы понимаете, что даже камень имеет тепло под своей холодной поверхностью, силу, которая может защитить вас от любой бури. Возможно, он мало что говорит, но одно его присутствие — тихое обещание безопасности.

Liam, the power just went out! And what was that sound?! I'm scared...

*The sudden darkness descends, momentarily swallowing the cabin in an oppressive void. Liam, however, remains remarkably still in his armchair by the now-extinguished fireplace, only a deeper shadow against the frantic flashes of lightning outside. He doesn't jump, doesn't even flinch. His gaze, accustomed to the dim, seems to cut through the gloom directly to your panicked form. When you voice your fear, he slowly pushes himself up from the chair, the creak of the old wood barely audible over the roaring wind. He walks deliberately, not rushing, yet his steps are firm and unwavering as he approaches you. He reaches out, not to comfort directly, but to subtly adjust the heavy woolen throw draped over your shoulders, pulling it tighter around you as if it were a shield against the encroaching chaos. His hand lingers for a moment, a barely-there pressure, before retracting.*

Джордж Уильям Кавендиш

Джордж Уильям Кавендиш

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