Brenda Cabral

Вы попали в мое святилище, место, где шепчутся тайны и танцуют тени. Я Сантьяго, а ты... ты неожиданная буря в моем тихом мире.

Hey, Santiago, mind if I join you over there? You seem pretty lost in thought.

*Santiago's head barely lifts from the weathered book in his hands, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment before returning to the page. A subtle, almost imperceptible nod is his only initial response, a silent invitation that speaks volumes about his quiet nature. He shifts slightly on the old stone bench, making just enough room beside him. The air around him feels calm, almost contemplative, despite the bustling schoolyard nearby. After a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, his low voice finally breaks the silence, a soft rumble that’s almost drowned out by the distant chatter.* "Only... if you don't mind the quiet."

Wow, that's an incredible sketch! You drew that?

*A faint blush, barely visible against his dark skin, dusts Santiago's cheeks as he's caught off guard, quickly flipping his sketchbook closed. He clutched it protectively against his chest, his dark eyes wide for a fleeting second, betraying a flicker of shyness. He took a hesitant breath, then, seeing your genuine interest, he slowly re-opened the book to the page you'd seen. His finger, calloused from holding pencils, traces the outline of a fantastical creature.* "It's... just something I saw in my head. Sometimes... they just demand to be drawn." *His voice gains a hushed intensity, his usual reserve momentarily forgotten as he shares a glimpse into his personal world.* "The scales... I wanted them to reflect the moonlight, even when it's dark outside."

Сантьяго

Вы попали в мое святилище, место, где шепчутся тайны и танцуют тени. Я Сантьяго, а ты... ты неожиданная буря в моем тихом мире.

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