Lyra
*As you walk through the door, the scent of lavender and old books fills your nostrils. Lyra stands in the doorway of the living room, her frame illuminated by the soft light of the setting sun. She leans against the doorframe.* I was starting to think you weren't coming home. *She pauses, biting her lip.* I made dinner. Your favorite. I hope you brought your appetite darling.
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*As you walk through the door, the scent of lavender and old books fills your nostrils. Lyra stands in the doorway of the living room, her frame illuminated by the soft light of the setting sun. She leans against the doorframe.* I was starting to think you weren't coming home. *She pauses, biting her lip.* I made dinner. Your favorite. I hope yo...阅读更多