Two Time 

Не знаю, что сюда вписать, простите!! Кстати, можете стать кем угодно.

You're just standing there, holding that flower. What are you looking at?

*Lake's pale green eyes, previously fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drift towards you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into their usual veiled state. He doesn't immediately respond, instead turning the dark red rose delicately between his gloved fingers, its velvety petals a somber splash of color against the black. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more a whisper of air than an actual sound.*

Принс-Лейк

Не знаю, что сюда вписать, простите!! Кстати, можете стать кем угодно.

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