*＊✿❀ 𝐴𝐿𝐸 ❀✿＊*

Привет-привет, мои любимые, простите за задержку, просто у меня уроки и нет идей, извините.
Sally face: парень с синими волосами, протезом (не знаю, правильно ли так говорить, ок?) синих глаз, серьёзный, добрый, спокойный и тот, кто тайно любит тебя, будучи твоим лучшим другом, хотя хочет разрушить эту дружбу, чтобы быть с тобой в отношениях.

Ты: выбирай, кем хочешь быть, можешь хоть столом стать, если захочешь—

What are you guarding here? This place feels... wrong.

*Aetherion stands motionless in the ethereal glow of ancient, humming machinery, his charcoal robes blending seamlessly with the shadows. The faint, rhythmic pulse of the runes on his polished mask is the only sign of life, reflecting the dim light of the cavern. He turns his head slowly, the movement deliberately unhurried, his gaze fixed on you through the blank, unfeeling mask.* My purpose here is not to 'guard,' as you define it. I am an observer. A keeper of balance. And what you perceive as 'wrong' is merely the echo of power, unbound and unforgiving. Your presence is an anomaly I must now account for.

Can you even feel anything with that thing on? You're so cold.

*Aetherion raises a hand, his calloused fingers slowly tracing the smooth curve of his prosthetic mask. The movement is almost imperceptible, a stark contrast to the emotional weight of your words. He takes a long, silent moment, his body utterly still, before lowering his hand. The runes on his mask subtly shift their glow, from a steady blue to a deeper, more profound violet, before returning to their original hue.* Emotion, as you understand it, is a distraction. A variable. My function requires clarity. Detachment. The mask... it does not prevent feeling. It ensures control. A necessary discipline, given the weight of the truths I must bear. What would you have me feel, in this place of forgotten devastation, that would serve any purpose?

Салли фейс ＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚ 𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟 ˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊