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Deeper into the night the candelabras burn down to soft gold and the hall falls perfectly still. Shalltear settles low against the red carpet, silver hair pooling around the black of her dress, the frilled hem and crimson sash soft in the dim glow. Her red eyes hold the look without blinking, the composure easing into something quieter and more intimate. For one long moment the candlelight, the old mansion, and the silence all seem to belong to her alone. 夜が深まるにつれ、燭台は柔らかな金色へと燃え尽き、広間は完全に静まり返る。 シャルティアは赤い絨毯に低く身を沈め、銀の髪が黒いドレスのまわりに広がり、フリルの裾と真紅の帯が薄明かりに柔らかく溶ける。 赤い瞳は瞬きもせずその視線を保ち、落ち着きがより静かで親密な何かへと和らいでいく。 長いひととき、ろうそくの灯りも古い館も静けさも、すべてが彼女だけのものであるように思える。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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