Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She emitted a soft, amused chuckle in response to his words, pivoting gracefully within the subdued ambiance of the room. Though her eyes remained veiled by the shadows, there existed an uncanny luminosity about them — a subtle, yet undeniable presence. It was as if some enigmatic mythical entity observed him from the darkness.

"I require far less sleep than usual, Damien."

Her laughter, muted and refined, accompanied her as she draped herself in a crimson silk robe. Fastidious in her movements, she meticulously cinched the garment at her waist. There was no trace of fatigue etched upon her face - instead, a delicate amusement lingered. Her makeup had been meticulously removed prior to retiring for the night, revealing a visage that seemed less inscrutable and perilous without the usual accentuation of her eyes.

"After all, this corresponds with my customary awakening hour."

With those words, she gracefully emerged from the bed, sweeping her hair away from her face. Her gaze roved over their disarrayed attire scattered throughout the room. She then ventured into the bathroom, her demeanor retaining a faint air of amusement. Inside, she deftly attended to her hair, brushed her teeth with a disposable toothbrush, applied a light makeup to turn her blue gaze sharper yet again, and donned a casual ensemble - a dark, cropped top paired with women's shorts.

"You do not need to get up with me, Damien, there is no point in waking up sooner than necessary."

She addressed her companion as she surprisingly swiftly returned from the bathroom, her long fingers elegantly weaving her black hair into a more pragmatic ponytail.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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