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WHAT WAS SHE LIKE?
Author: Slytherin_Era
last update2025-12-02 20:00:32

"Of what?" Adrian asked, raising an eyebrow as he slowed his steps beside him.

Christian stood in front of the ornate silver carving, fingers lingering near the glass as if the carving itself tugged at something deep inside him.

He didn’t answer at first.

A gentle confusion passed through his expression, followed by a strangely tender ache he didn’t know how to name.

"Of… my mother, maybe." His voice was quiet, almost unsure. "I don’t know why, but… something here feels familiar, maybe it's because of this place or things in this place, I don't know what it is.... But everything reminds me of my mother!"

Adrian stopped walking.

It was subtle, only a slight shift of his shoulders, the smallest pause of breath, but Lysandre, who had followed a few steps behind, noticed instantly.

Adrian didn’t react that way to anyone. Ever.

"Your mother?" Adrian asked softly, "What was she like? What kind of person is she?"

Christian blinked at the unexpected question from Adrian.

He wasn’t used t
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