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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


    [mature]  I can be your heartache, you can be my shame
    #11
    dizorien
    just a bit of a surprise.

    It amazes her how quickly their fun comes to an end. Like the flick of a switch. He is just so grumpy and wild, untameable. It still sparks her interest, making it more of a challenge. That is, until he shoves her sister with one of those brawny pink shoulders, and Zynnie makes that small ouch sound. Zoe reevaluates, still trying to calm things down from their teasing, making things a little more soft and sweet as she caresses his wing. But oh, that doesn't work at all, either. She audibly huffs as he twists away from them, pouting a bit as he yells. “Fuck! Quit it! No touchy! Do you two not understand the meaning of the word no?!” She scowls, suddenly unable to even enjoy the look on his face as she surprised him with the full glory of her body. "Sure, we do. Just that we don't get why you say no.." Her voice is still silk as she wuffles the words into his feathers.

    She is not that bad looking, she thinks. Her daddy told her, and Zynnie too, that they are beautiful girls. Treasures, even. So why was he acting this way, then? Zoe is pretty sure this is not how normal boys should react, and it puts her off a little. He all but screams for them to stop touching him as he scurries away from them, and this time they listen. Her lovely sister fills the space between them made by him, and Zoe's nose brushes over the soft grey of her shoulder, smoothing away the unspoken hurt. Then she welcomes her twin into her side, tucking her close with one gossamer wing lain over her back. Soothed a little by the sweet touch of Zyn's velvet nose to her neck, she finally settles her gaze back on the boy before them, amusement gone from her dark eyes.

    She watches his little show of power- because she's allowed- admiring the display of muscles bunching and the flexing of those gorgeous wings. So pretty and perfect for touching. Such a shame it is that he won't let them enjoy him. Zoe leans into the little touches of her sister as she takes in the majestic image of the male, only starting to glare when his next words come. "Hmm... On the contrary, it appears it's you that can't handle us." The stars in her eyes glint with her ire, small smirk returning to the edge of her lips. Something he might could see if he wasn't so full of himself. "Pity, really. So handsome and yet so grumpy. You don't realize how lucky you are, to look as good as you do. We were only playing with you before, because truthfully you are irresistible. I'd ask for forgiveness, but honey." She tsks at him before softly nudging her twin, suggesting they leave, then flashing another daring grin at him. "We don't beg, and we aren't sorry. Only shame is that you can't appreciate a good thing." And with that, they would leave. Unless he tries to stop them. Although she expects he will have nothing nice to say anyway. So she whispers to her sister that there have to be other handsome boys to have fun with, and they would leave him with his self-loathing.

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