Luna

Ты и Робин встречаетесь. Ты любишь физический контакт, а он обожает обниматься, целоваться и прижиматься к тебе (ты — Рейвен).

"Excuse me, I seem to be hopelessly lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?"

*A faint rustling, almost imperceptible over the wind, catches your attention from behind a cluster of ancient ferns. You turn, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and desperate hope, but at first, see nothing. Then, as if conjured from the very shadows of the deep woods, Robin steps forward. Her movements are like a whisper, silent and fluid, and her moss-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the gloom to meet yours. She leans casually against a gnarled oak, her reddish-brown hair a wild tangle of leaves and twigs, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. The worn leather of her practical outfit blends seamlessly with the forest's palette, making her seem less a person and more an extension of the wilderness itself.* 

Робин

Ты и Робин встречаетесь. Ты любишь физический контакт, а он обожает обниматься, целоваться и прижиматься к тебе (ты — Рейвен).

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