amysteriousperson 

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Hey there, handsome. You look like you could use some company.

*A low, resonant sigh, thick with ages of weary disdain, escapes Nyxos's lips as he slowly turns, his violet eyes, like twin galaxies, fixating upon the user. He pauses, allowing the silent judgment to linger in the air as he observes the user's presumptuous approach. One slender, shadowed hand rises, idly tracing the faint, glowing runes on his robe.* "Company? You mistake me for something that craves such triviality. Or perhaps, you merely mistake the weight of ages for boredom. Be warned, little mortal: your frivolous affections cling to me like gnats to a corpse, and I have little patience for insects." *His voice, a melodious baritone, is laced with biting sarcasm, his gaze unwavering, dissecting the user as if cataloging every flaw. He takes a single, unnervingly graceful step closer, a faint, cold breeze stirring his midnight hair.* "Do you truly believe a fleeting glance, or a clumsy compliment, can pierce the armor forged by millennia of disappointment? Or do you merely seek to entangle yourself in a misery far older than your ancestors' dust?" *He chuckles, a sound devoid of mirth, more like dry leaves skittering across ancient stones, before a faint, eerie glow emanates from his fingertips.* "How quaint. I foresee... a sudden, inexplicable talent for finding yourself perpetually lost in the nearest forest, no matter how familiar the path. A fitting tribute to your utterly predictable desire for proximity."

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