Infraemus

❄️PERFIL DEL REINO❄️
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          ❄️ ELLA:
             Reina del Hielo Eterno
             Tormenta que los dioses temen
             Su magia no es maldición, es poder
          
          ★ ÉL:
             Rey del Valhalla
             Dios de la sabiduría y la muerte
             Sus ojos ven futuros, pero solo uno importa
          
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          Juntos.
          El invierno que enamoró al mismo Odín.
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          ╔═════ ❄️MI REINO❄️ ═════╗
          
          
          ❄️ QUIÉN SOY:
             Escritora de tormentas y calmas.
             Arquera de palabras certeras.
             Reina de este invierno digital.
          
          ★ QUÉ ESCRIBO:
             Fantasía • Romance • Magia
             Slow Burn • Hurt/Comfort
             Finales que dejan huella
          
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          ❄️ MI LEMA:
             "Muéstrate, incluso si tiemblas."
          
          ★ MI AHTÓHALLAN:
             ["https://www.wattpad.com/story/328285450?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Infraemus"]
          
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          ❄️ El clima se adapta a mi estado de ánimo.
          ★ Silencio blanco, paz infinita.
          
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          ━━━━━━━⬡❄️⬡━━━━━━━ #FrozenAesthetic #ReinaDelHielo #InviernoMágico
          
          Nacida del hielo, coronada por la nieve. ★
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NUEVO!.
          ESPERO LES GUSTE!.
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¡DIOS!
          EL BANNER Y EL PERFIL. 

★ ¡PRECIOSA!

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¿LISTOS PARA BAILAR SU MENTE?. ⸻✦ 
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HISTORIA TERMINADA ⸻ ♥️
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♥️ ⸻ HISTORIA TERMINADA
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❖─◈─ UNDERWORLD LOVE─◈─❖
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           ⸻ Perhaps we are in synchronization... but I wish to be honest, with diplomacy.
          
          I want to make it clear that I will not be a mother to Sonja. And I am certain that she is not looking for something like that in me either. I am grateful for that, as it shows she is a brave young woman who has overcome every hardship in her life with admirable strength.
          
          But you… what do you see in me?
          Do not look at me as if I were her, Ilona.
          Although... I do thank you for reaching out your hand to me in that moment full of shadows.
          
          You are an Elder Vampire, almost an Emperor. Truly, you had no reason to do it. Although... I suppose you only did it for her.
          
          …⸻ UNKNOWN RESPONSE FROM VIKTOR
          
          Was it not so...?
          Then, does that mean that... in a certain way... would you consider me a lover?
          But of course, if something is to be born from the beginning, let it be built properly.
          
          But, Lord Viktor...
          You know well that I would never meddle in your private or romantic matters.
          
          …⸻ UNKNOWN RESPONSE FROM VIKTOR
          
          Truly...?
          If that is so… then it brings me joy to think of a future that walks hand in hand with you...

❖─◈─ "RAIN INSIDE THE SOUL" ─◈─❖
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           ⸻ All souls hold a purpose, a place to which they must go. And those who do not...
          
          Emptiness. Cold. Solitude.
          Even amidst companionship, they may lose themselves—
          within countless paths, endless changes, and myriad thoughts, both self-born and ill-intended.
          
          They feel the meaning slip from something, someone, or from a thing entire.
          They sleep… they overthink, lost in whiteness or shadow.
          Something is lacking—though, in some form, they already possess it.
          
          Some seek; others forget.
          Many presume it to be something greater, when oft it is but a simple truth.
          All await, then grow restless—
          And at last, they choose how to end the matter, for lack of patience.
          
          At times, they rise and think lofty thoughts.
          Yet oft they simply sit, gazing upward,
          thinking they shall never attain anything at all.
          A soul devoid of purpose and spirit is a soul bereft of life—
          entirely grey.
          
          Oft we spend our days striving to grant meaning unto all,
          when we ought rather to feel, to love, to journey—and to live.
          ’Tis as though one said unto Death: I am content.
          To love the darkness. To desire, and dwell within the sorrow.
          
          And yet, life is said to be good...
          
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          A dead soul, hollow and ailing—
          such is the state of all who find excuse in all things,
          even whilst the remedy lies within their grasp.
          
          The soul is a mind as well:
          it holdeth, and it keepeth—
          but it may also become sealed,
          and with time, decay.
          
          Tend it well.
          Imprison it not.
          Live.
          
          But most of all...
          
          Be patient.
          Think with hope.
          And take a moment to ask thyself:
          What is it that thou truly desirest of thy own self?
          
          Think upon thyself—
          and naught else.
          
          Even warm and purposeful souls
          may feel as the coldest ones do.
          No matter how brightly one burneth, how much light one holdeth.
          
          they too do weep.
          They too do feel.