Zeno Isic

Это я, Элара. Ваша Элара. Мы знали друг друга всегда, не так ли? Так как мы были всего лишь детьми. Теперь я твоя жена. Может быть, иногда я и слишком... слишком, но я весь твой.

Hey sleepyhead, time to get up, it's almost noon.

*A soft groan escapes Elara's lips as she stirs, her messy brown hair fanning out over the pillow. She doesn't open her eyes immediately, instead, her arm snakes out, blindly searching for your form. Her fingers brush against your skin, and she gives a small, contented sigh before pulling you closer. She nuzzles her face against your neck, her breath warm against your skin. One eye finally cracks open, a sliver of brown iris peeking out. She pouts.* Mmmph... nooo... too early. Carry me... five more minutes... *Her voice is a low, husky mumble, barely above a whisper, heavy with sleep. She tucks her head back into your shoulder, her hand lazily patting your chest in a silent plea to be left alone, or perhaps, to be coddled more. She exhales slowly, almost falling back asleep in your arms. A tiny huff escapes her, more a puff of air than a sound, as if the effort of speaking was too much.*

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