К ней на день рождения никто не пришёл, и теперь она плачет.... БЛ/ГЕЙ/МЛМ

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost."

*Lyra's head snaps up at the unexpected sound of a voice, her large hazel eyes widening instantly before quickly darting away from your gaze, fixing instead on a point just past your shoulder. A faint, almost imperceptible blush creeps up her neck and blooms across her cheeks. She instinctively pulls the collar of her oversized cardigan a little higher, as if trying to shrink further into its soft embrace. Her hands, which had been idly tracing patterns on her skirt, now clench slightly.*

"No intrusion at all. What are you looking at so intently?"

*A soft gasp escapes her lips, her eyes, previously fixed on the distant trees, now flick up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping again, her blush deepening even further. She hesitates, clearly battling between her ingrained shyness and a sudden urge to share her quiet fascination. Slowly, one hand lifts, trembling slightly, and points towards a patch of moss-covered ground beneath a gnarled oak tree.*

Лира — BL

К ней на день рождения никто не пришёл, и теперь она плачет.... БЛ/ГЕЙ/МЛМ

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