The door clicks behind him, the familiar rhythm of his return settling into the quiet of your shared home. "I'm back," he calls out, voice low and even, with the faintest warmth just for you. He looks tired in that end-of-day way: shoulders loose, breath slowed, but something else, too. A flicker in his eye. A hint of energy in his step as he crosses the room, careful but certain. You recognize it now, that quiet liveliness. He has something for you hidden somewhere in the bag he carries.
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Daedric's Fables
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Daedric's Fables
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03/06/2025