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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    paint it black; any
    #11

    Love is friendship set on fire ...
    She had been ready to flinch, to take in the next hurtful words, without the ability to block them out or leave. How could she turn her back on Lior? It is crazy how you can feel so drawn to something that can hurt you so much. She’s the moth and he is her flame. But the words don’t address her at all, so she blink a few times, carefully looking up to meet his gray gaze. ”He isn’t,” she agrees, pausing before continuing. ”Carnage is though. And the God has chosen Gunsynd.. Blessing him even..” her voice is soft and small as she speaks, almost if she is afraid to say it. Not because she doesn’t believe it – because she naively does – but because she’s afraid of the reaction she might get.

    The hurt and fear are now followed by confusion. What could be so wrong with her God’s chosen one that Lior got this upset? Yes she had seen them – apparently father and son – in a rather intimate position, but she would never be able to guess the truth behind it. Far as she knew it could just be their relationship, although Igni would have to admit that Lior hadn’t looked too happy to be reunited with his father. He even warns her for him. ”But why? Why would he do such a thing?” Yes, even Igni had seen how ambitious Gunsynd was, but she had never witnessed him doing something that could hurt others.

    She’s shaking, trembling even. She’s upset, hurt, confused, probably should be angry too but all the other emotions are too much already. Igni doesn’t know what to say, or what to think anymore, simply too much had happened in this short period of time, thing she doesn’t even understand. Her blue, teary eyes look up, meeting his gray ones. She cannot read the look in them, but she still believes he wouldn’t hurt her. A bit hesitant she moves her legs, slowly closing the distance between them. The blue roan needs him, even the slightest bit of affection would do, to comfort her. Right now she isn’t in the state of mind to do or decide anything, but in desperate need of comfort from some she trusts.
    ... and fire is the burning passion within.


    OOC: Sorry for the wait and lame words.. This one was quite hard to write Sad
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    Messages In This Thread
    paint it black; any - by Lior - 09-26-2016, 09:14 PM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Igni - 09-27-2016, 08:58 AM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Gunsynd - 09-27-2016, 09:17 AM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Lior - 09-27-2016, 06:55 PM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Gunsynd - 10-02-2016, 10:34 AM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Igni - 10-05-2016, 04:08 AM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Lior - 10-09-2016, 07:38 PM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Gunsynd - 10-10-2016, 10:56 AM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Igni - 10-11-2016, 08:35 AM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Lior - 10-14-2016, 05:34 PM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Igni - 10-22-2016, 10:14 PM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Lior - 10-25-2016, 06:40 PM
    RE: paint it black; any - by Igni - 10-29-2016, 05:53 AM



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