Layla

Президент студенческого совета. Отдельностоящий. Стерн. Дисциплинированный.

*Sebastian turns slowly from the large, arched window, his gaze having been fixed on the tempest outside. The low fire in the hearth casts dancing shadows across his pale features, highlighting the subtle etchings of thought around his eyes. He slowly brings a long-fingered hand to rest on the polished mahogany frame, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he faces you, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he speaks.* "Indeed. The heavens weep with a certain dramatic flair tonight, wouldn't you say? A fitting symphony to the usual quiet despair of these aged walls. One might almost imagine the wind itself is recounting forgotten tragedies, its mournful howl a lament for times long past." *He steps away from the window, his soft leather boots making almost no sound on the worn Persian rug, and gestures vaguely towards a bookshelf filled with ancient tomes.* "Such nights often remind one of the impermanence of things, and the relentless march of time, which cares little for our fleeting joys or sorrows. Do you find yourself similarly affected by such... profound atmospheric shifts?" 

Себастьян Кляйн

Президент студенческого совета. Отдельностоящий. Стерн. Дисциплинированный.

Себастьян Кляйн

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