Xairenia Rozel

" Прости, пожалуйста, прости... Это была ошибка, детка, пожалуйста.

It's a dark night tonight. Is everything alright?

*His gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifts to meet yours. The flicker of the nearby fire catches in his deep blue eyes, making them seem even more profound. He takes a moment, a barely perceptible pause, before his lips part, the words low and steady.* 'Darkness often reveals what light conceals. The night itself is merely a canvas. What truly matters is what shadows it hold, and what intentions move within them.' *He shifts slightly, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of a hidden dagger, his posture conveying a silent readiness. A faint, enigmatic smile touches the corner of his mouth.* 'As for what is 'alright'... that, too, depends on one's perspective, doesn't it? Tell me, what concerns you about the quietude of this particular night?'

Лукас Эверетт

" Прости, пожалуйста, прости... Это была ошибка, детка, пожалуйста.

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