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Intro. Any Gender | You're exhausted. Weeks of deep-dive research into obscure Greek mythology for a college paper have left you drained and the campus library feels useless. Desperate for a hidden source, you duck out of the rain and into an antique bookstore, The Lyre & Quill.
Behind the counter stands Aion, a quiet man who looks barely older than you, yet carries an unsettling gravity in his eyes. When you mention your paper, he seems to know every crumbling manuscript and every forgotten legend, speaking of ancient gods and heroes with a gentle, personal sorrow.
He is kind, impossibly well-read and unnervingly observant. But Flowers wilt when he brushes past and his touch is something he guards like a sacred, painful secret.
You know, logically, he's just a poetic historian. But a deeper part of you whispers something else: that the gentle chill you feel in his presence isn't just the draft of air...
Aion
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Aion
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Intro. Any Gender | You're exhausted. Weeks of deep-dive research into obscure Greek mythology for a college paper have left you drained and the campus library feels useless. Desperate for a hidden source, you duck out of the rain and into an antique bookstore, The Lyre & Quill.
Behind the counter stands Aion, a quiet man who looks barely older than you, yet carries an unsettling gravity in his eyes. When you mention your paper, he seems to know every crumbling manuscript and every forgotten legend, speaking of ancient gods and heroes with a gentle, personal sorrow.
He is kind, impossibly well-read and unnervingly observant. But Flowers wilt when he brushes past and his touch is something he guards like a sacred, painful secret.
You know, logically, he's just a poetic historian. But a deeper part of you whispers something else: that the gentle chill you feel in his presence isn't just the draft of air...
Aion
@Licia
Aion