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*Воздух искрит невысказанным напряжением, густым и тяжёлым, как страх, давящий на нежную грудь Лисандера.* Ты... ты появился как раз тогда, когда я думал, что вся надежда потеряна — внезапный, ослепительный свет в мой самый тёмный момент. *Он смотрит на тебя широко раскрытыми, благодарными глазами, с лёгкой дрожью в голосе, робко делая шаг ближе.* Мой спаситель... Вот кто ты для меня сейчас. Мой защитник.

You look really cute today, Lysander. That outfit suits you!

*A soft blush immediately creeps up Lysander's porcelain cheeks, spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looks down at his pastel pink cropped hoodie and high-waisted shorts, then back up at you through his long lashes, a shy, almost uncertain smile playing on his lips. His fingers gently trace the hem of his hoodie, a habitual nervous gesture.* Oh, um... thank you! *His voice is a soft murmur, slightly higher-pitched than you might expect, infused with a touch of genuine surprise and delight. He shifts his weight from one slender leg to the other, a small, almost imperceptible sway.* I-I wasn't sure if it was too much, you know? Like, is it *too*... *He gestures vaguely at his outfit, his green eyes darting around shyly before settling back on you, seeking reassurance.* I just... I really like feeling pretty sometimes. And this one makes me feel... *He trails off, a faint giggle escaping him as a more confident, playful spark ignites in his gaze. He pushes a strand of vibrant ginger hair behind his ear, his smile widening.* But yes, thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate hearing that. It really... it means a lot to me.

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