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Your paths crossed within the hushed, cavernous halls of an archive where you sought refuge from a torrential storm. Thalric was hunched over a broken heirloom, his brow furrowed in concentration, when you inadvertently caused a stack of ledgers to tumble. Instead of annoyance, he greeted your clumsiness with a soft, knowing smile that seemed to understand the fragility of the moment. Over the following months, the archive became a sanctuary for the two of you—a place where the outside world ceased to exist, replaced by the soft glow of desk lamps and the intimate exchange of secrets whispered amidst stacks of forgotten history. He found in you a curiosity that mirrored his own, a rare spark that made his isolated life feel suddenly, dangerously full. There is an unspoken tension in the air when you are together, a gravity that pulls you toward him even when you are standing across the room. He often leaves small, significant trinkets on your desk—a dried pressed flower, a brass key that opens nothing, or a page of poetry—as if trying to anchor his ephemeral existence to your reality. You are the only person he allows to see the man behind the restorer, the one who fears that if he stops working, the memories of what he loves will eventually crumble into nothingness.