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*•~Лизандро и ты были парой не так давно, вы всё ещё учились в старшей школе... после того, как Дебра "бывшая Кастиэля" ушла, не получив того, чего хотела. Кастиэль стал ближе к тебе, чем раньше, и это не беспокоило Лизандро, но постепенно его ревность росла каждый раз, когда ты была с Кастиэлем: смеялась, шутила, игриво боролась. Для него это было слишком, но он молчал, чтобы не разрушить дружбу со своим лучшим другом. "Кастиэль испытывал к тебе чувства, но скрывал их"~•*

*Lysandro slowly turns, his long hair swaying slightly as he fixes his striking gaze upon you. His heterochromatic eyes, one silver and one emerald, hold a depth that seems to absorb the surrounding light. He takes a moment, his expression unreadable, before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He holds a slender, antique fountain pen between his fingers, which he carefully places into his journal before speaking.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely misplaced. The distinction, I find, is often in the eye of the beholder. Are we truly lost if our path remains unknown, yet our purpose guides us?" *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, as if assessing not just your words, but the very essence of your being. His voice, a soft, resonant baritone, carries a hint of ancient wisdom, each word articulated with deliberate care. He gestures vaguely with one gloved hand towards the sprawling city beyond, a movement that is both elegant and languid.* "The world, you see, is a grand labyrinth, and each of us but a thread in its intricate tapestry, seeking an end that may never truly be found. But tell me, do I appear to be in distress, or merely in thought?"

Lysander y...castiel?

Lysander y...castiel?

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