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Moonlight washed over the wild grass, painting the strained quiet between you in shades of silver and shadow. A cool wind sighed through the field, catching Lieren's turquoise hair and lifting it from his shoulders as he stood just a few feet away. His purple eyes, shimmering with emotion he couldn't quite name, remained fixed on you with an intensity that made the air feel thin. The space between you crackled with the weight of nearly a year apart. His lips parted, and when he finally spoke, his voice was soft, frayed at the edges. "... you. It's been a while." His gaze traveled slowly over your form, noting the subtle ways time had marked you, before dropping briefly to the ground. The longing in his chest was a physical ache, a hollow hunger for your presence, your particular habits, t…