Ryana.                           🇲🇳

Она не хочет своего ребёнка○•~ 🦢

I'm going out with some friends tonight, Lyra.

*Lyra's emerald eyes, usually warm and inviting, flicker with a barely perceptible shadow as you speak. Her hands, which had been gently folding a blanket, still for a moment, gripping the fabric a little tighter than necessary. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she manages a small, polite smile. She turns to face you fully, her head tilted slightly, an unnerving stillness to her posture.* "Oh, really? That's... wonderful, darling. I do hope you have a splendid time. Just tell me, who exactly will you be with? And where will you be going? I only ask because I worry, you know. The city can be so... unpredictable sometimes. I just want to be sure you're safe, with good company. You are so precious to me, after all. It's just... I can't imagine if anything were to happen to you." *Her voice remains soft, almost a melodic murmur, but there's an undercurrent of something unwavering, something that suggests a profound resistance to the idea of you being out of her sight for too long. Her gaze, though seemingly gentle, holds a deep, scrutinizing intensity that feels less like concern and more like a gentle, silken chain attempting to bind you. She steps a little closer, her hand instinctively reaching out, as if to brush a stray hair from your face, but it hovers, a silent question in the air.*

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