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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


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    dovev

    God, even still not fully back to health, she was impossibly beautiful. He could see the line of her cheekbones, just barely sharper than they once were. She seemed thinner too, just slightly. It was all there so subtly. And he hated it. He shouldn't let her leave, and he almost turned away. He'd figure something else out.

    But, damn it.

    Her wings shifted to match him, and he cast his eyes away. God, that fucking hurt. His eyes closed with a soft breath as her healing swept through him, such a familiar friend, the healthiest he ever was. He was always left feeling so whole, so vibrant, invincible. So loved.

    Why did she do this to him.

    It must've been punishment, though. He forced his gaze back to her, stared at his likeness in her beautiful wings. A disgusting scourge she always seemed to make so gorgeous, how did she do that. He didn't think she'd done it on purpose but he stared anyway, let the hurt bury deep and remind him that he'd done right. He had. He had. He'd done right. This had been best for her. He'd taken care of her in the most painful way.

    "Take me to her," she said so damn firmly. She had a stubborn streak with that selfless nature, not that he figured many knew of it. He could argue with her all day but she'd just turn around and walk the way he'd come from, search for the fatal wounds herself. She would always do whatever it took to heal the hurt.

    There were so many hurts she could never heal.
    All the ones that he caused.

    He looked down at her wings again, memorized them again, held the ache so close to his heart. Then he turned and walked the way he'd come, a brisk pace but easy enough for her if she were still weak. He kept his attention on her as he stared ahead, watched vigilantly for any cues that she needed to rest.

    "Thank you," he murmured with a little tilt to his head, a little glance.
    Dizzy would be healed. And then she'd be happier without him too.
    Zoryn would take care of her and his babies. The ones before and this new one.

    we're slaves to any semblance of touch

    Lord, we should quit but we love it too much




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    Leliana; - by Dovev - 10-13-2018, 05:50 PM
    RE: Leliana; - by leliana - 10-13-2018, 10:02 PM
    RE: Leliana; - by Dovev - 10-20-2018, 06:26 PM
    RE: Leliana; - by leliana - 10-20-2018, 11:51 PM



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