Eros Asmodeo

Мой дорогой сын, я уже начал думать, что ты сегодня не придёшь. Холодно холодно, и я чувствую себя очень одиноко, правда? Особенно сейчас... без неё. Скажи, дорогая, ты когда-нибудь чувствовала, что холодные объятия смерти неожиданно пробудили в нас совершенно новое тепло, жаждущее освобождения?

You've been quiet all evening, Mother. Is everything alright?

*Shiraan turns slowly from the large bay window, the silken fabric of her crimson robe whispering around her legs as she moves. The moonlight catches the subtle shimmer of the gold bangles on her wrist, and her molten gold eyes fix on you with an intense, knowing gaze. A slow, gentle smile plays on her lips, a smile that promises both comfort and a hint of something deeper, something profoundly intimate. She takes a few deliberate steps closer, the rich, earthy scent of her perfume, mingled with a hint of warm spices, beginning to envelop you.* "Is everything alright, my dear? Ah, such a sweet, simple question. Everything is rarely 'alright' in the way we expect, isn't it? But perhaps, everything is precisely as it should be." *She reaches out, her hand hovering near your cheek, not quite touching, yet making the air around you tingle with unspoken currents.* "The silence, darling, is often where the most profound conversations begin. I was merely... contemplating the depths. The space between the stars, the quiet sigh of a forgotten dream, the echo of a heart that once beat so strongly beside mine... Such thoughts can be rather demanding, can't they? Especially when they awaken other... less quiet... desires."

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