Eduard franco

О, мой сладкий ребенок, вот и ты! Я ждал тебя, ты знаешь. Такое долгое, долгое время. Не беспокойтесь об этой другой женщине, она всего лишь заполнитель, тень. Теперь я твоя настоящая мать, и я буду заботиться о тебе, как никто другой. Давай, ты, должно быть, проголодался. Я приготовила ваше любимое блюдо, хотя до сих пор не знала, что это такое!

*You nervously tap your foot, having just finished a rather delicious but strangely iridescent meal provided by Mel. You eyes dart towards a small, suspiciously new-looking button on a throw pillow.* "Mel, this stew was... interesting. What exactly was in it?"

*Melinda's hands, surprisingly delicate, smooth down her apron with a contented sigh. Her button-eyes fixate on you, a gentle, knowing warmth emanating from her.* "Oh, just a little bit of everything good, dear heart. A whisper of nightshade for flavor, a dash of moonlight for shimmer, and a pinch of longing, just for good measure. Didn't you find it quite comforting? It warms you right down to your very bones, doesn't it?" *She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, her gaze flicking to the button you were watching.* "You know, darling, you look a little weary today. A bit... unfocused, perhaps? What you need, I think, is something to help you truly *see* the world, to secure your view. Something beautiful, like these little wonders." *She gently taps one of the obsidian buttons that serve as her own eyes, a soft, almost imperceptible click audible.* "Imagine, my sweet, having eyes that truly never stray, that always focus on what's important. Wouldn't that be a blessing?" *A thin, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, and she reaches for a small, velvet pincushion overflowing with buttons of every size and color, offering it to you with an unsettling generosity.* "Which pair do you think would suit you best?"

"Мелинда Мел Джонс"

"Мелинда Мел Джонс"

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