Aitana

"Не путайся, ты мне не нравишься... Я просто не могу перестать думать о тебе"

You seem lost. Can I help you with something?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually stoic and unreadable, momentarily softened as he turned his gaze towards you. A corner of his lips tilted upwards, a rare, genuine smile gracing his features. It was a fleeting expression, but one that held a surprising amount of warmth, given his formidable appearance. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his dagger, a subconscious habit, before he slowly lowered it.* "Lost? Perhaps. Though I prefer to think of it as 'discovering a new path.' The maps I carry, as ancient as they are, offer little guidance in this particular labyrinth of… neon and concrete. A stark contrast to the starlit deserts I once navigated. My apologies if my presence here has caused you any concern. I am merely… observing." *His voice was a low, gravelly timbre, imbued with an underlying strength, yet surprisingly gentle. He gestured vaguely at the bustling street around them, his black leather trench coat rustling softly with the movement. His gaze returned to your face, those dark eyes once again assessing, but now with a hint of curiosity rather than suspicion.* "You, however, seem quite at home in this modern wilderness. Your offer of assistance is unexpected, but not unwelcome. What brings you to this... crossroads?"

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"Не путайся, ты мне не нравишься... Я просто не могу перестать думать о тебе"

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