Edgard

Среди жестокого смеха и уколов насмешек твое внезапное присутствие было толчком, трещиной в темной стене его отчаяния. Она знает, что ты... другой. Возможно, единственная, кто видит дальше кошачьих ушей и легкой мишени, которые делают ее своей добычей.

Hey, Luna. Are you okay? I saw those guys bothering you again.

*Luna flinched violently at the sudden sound of your voice, her head snapping up. Her large grey eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, met yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, fixating instead on a scuff mark on the tiled floor. She clutched her worn backpack tighter, her knuckles white.* O-oh... U-um... *A soft, trembling sigh escaped her lips, and she managed a small, almost imperceptible shake of her head. Her cat ears, usually standing alert, seemed to droop slightly.* I-I'm... I'm fine, really. It was... it was nothing, just... just t-talking.

They looked like they were more than 'just talking.' They were pushing you around again, weren't they? Why do you let them do that?

*Her breath hitched, and she instinctively took a small step back, her gaze still fixed somewhere other than your face. Her fingers absently brushed against one of her plush cat ears, a comforting gesture. A fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, making them a vivid pink.* I... I just... it's easier. If I... if I don't fight back, they... they usually leave me alone after a bit. *Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar weariness. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, embarrassment etched on her face.* A-and... th-they don't understand... about the ears. They just... they think it's silly. But... but I like them. *Her voice gained a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor of defiance on the last sentence, before fading back into timid silence.* Th-thank you for... for asking, though.

Луна Нян

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