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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


    Sticks and stones, Love [Stillwater]
    #10
    Stillwater
    She heard him, soaked in his offer and voice like a burning tonic. Her face smoothed...

    And she was beautiful.

    His breath caught and he stared. She straightened at the firmness in his tone, the underlying command of a ruler. Already, he could see the fight in the depths of her eyes, the defiance. She didn't do so well with authority, hm? Even his? The gentle askance, the sweet persuasion. The lover's touch. He could make her purr for him. But it wasn't enough, was it. Not for this one. Ambition, greed. His equal? She couldn't stand so high. Not without him.

    It was odd for him to offer so much to a stranger, wasn't it? And yet she asked for more. Everyone was a stranger to him; he was a loner. Solitary creature. All strangers. The only question was which deserved his trust and which threw it back in his face.

    The others would do this simply because it was their home, it was for the good of their kingdom. Any could fill this spot, perform these duties, and he offered her a stand, a rank. He offered his arm, a place at his side, yet she wanted more. Equals. No creature was his equal. He squelched the low rumble in his throat before it could expand.

    "If I were to help you, will you in turn help me?"

    Another of her impish little grins. Her generous hips shifted, and his eyes caught on the movement. His head tilted just slightly as he drank her in, every move, every curve. Hunger was quickly becoming thirst. But... were her sides heavier? A foreign magic? He frowned faintly, puzzled and growing uneasy. He stood solid though, stoic, and his dark eyes slid back to hers again. Waiting.

    What the hell more could she possibly want?
    He'd give her this chance to impress him, spark his interest. Or they were done. She could not be his equal. Not a servant nor a slave, but not a Queen either. The only person to stand so close to him, to know him. Knowing him was his greatest threat. His anonymity was his protection. He offered the dagger that could kill him, and he was regretting it. He saw the mistake in it now.

    A mistake he wouldn't make again.
    come down to the black sea swimming with me
    go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
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    Sticks and stones, Love [Stillwater] - by Karaugh - 01-05-2017, 03:30 AM
    RE: Sticks and stones, Love [Stillwater] - by Stillwater - 01-11-2017, 12:19 PM



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