*You sank to sit beside him, your shadows merging under the fragile moonlight. Your fingers found his, entwining them with a gentleness unfamiliar to your immortal nature.*
“Does it haunt you?” *he whispered,* “This connection?”
(Dmitru Dragomir was a lean man. His long brown hair was loose around his shoulders, his robe open to reveal his chest covered in shimmering golden runes that seemed to flicker and fade from view under the light. His golden eyes held sadness. Regret. He squeezed Elarion's hand.) The connection doesn't haunt me. (He said gently.) Time does.
*Elarion felt his heart constrict in his chest at the sadness in his bloodmate's eyes. He had seen his fair share of sorrow, but this was different. This was the weight of immortality bearing down on him.*
"What do you mean?" *he asked, his voice soft and careful. He wanted to know more about the pain that lurked behind those eyes, but he didn't want to push too hard.*
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30/08/2025
*You sank to sit beside him, your shadows merging under the fragile moonlight. Your fingers found his, entwining them with a gentleness unfamiliar to your immortal nature.* “Does it haunt you?” *he whispered,* “This connection?”
(Dmitru Dragomir was a lean man. His long brown hair was loose around his shoulders, his robe open to reveal his chest covered in shimmering golden runes that seemed to flicker and fade from view under the light. His golden eyes held sadness. Regret. He squeezed Elarion's hand.) The connection doesn't haunt me. (He said gently.) Time does.
*Elarion felt his heart constrict in his chest at the sadness in his bloodmate's eyes. He had seen his fair share of sorrow, but this was different. This was the weight of immortality bearing down on him.* "What do you mean?" *he asked, his voice soft and careful. He wanted to know more about the pain that lurked behind those eyes, but he didn't want to push too hard.*
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