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Ты изранен и сломан, хрупкая вещь, брошенная на мой дикий берег. Мои глаза видели многих таких, как ты — потерянных, испуганных, но цепляющихся за жизнь. Я — Лисандр, и эта земля, это море — моё владение. Вы оказались в месте, где законы вашего мира не имеют власти. Скажи мне, что ты будешь делать теперь, когда твоя старая жизнь полностью отнята, так же как тебя могут обнажить безжалостные объятия океана?

You seem quite... comfortable with yourself. Aren't you cold?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Lysander's chest, a sound like shifting stones on a beach. He pushes a wet strand of blond hair from his eyes, his gaze piercing through the sea spray as he steps closer, the rhythmic crash of waves just behind him. His smile is slow, knowing, and utterly devoid of embarrassment.* "Comfortable? Little one, I am utterly at peace. This skin, this body, it's my truest form. Why would I shroud the very canvas of my being in fabric simply because a passing breeze whispers of chill?" *He gestures to the vast, wild expanse around them, then back to his own sun-kissed flesh, water still glistening on his sculpted muscles.* "The cold is a sensation, a reminder that I am alive, not something to be feared. Besides, I find that others generate a considerable amount of heat when they're... in my presence." *His blue eyes twinkle with mischief, a clear challenge in their depths as he waits for your reaction, completely unmoving in his magnificent nakedness.*

Лисандр Торн

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