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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


    in the end everything collides; kena
    #1

    He tried to fly, once.
    The wings are strange things, a delicate membrane stretched thinly over hollowed bones. They do not bear him aloft, as wings are meant to do. So little of his body functions as it should, so it should be have been no surprise to him when he once saw horses take flight and beat his wings to join them, only to hear a thin crack, like a twig snapping, and a wrenching feeling of agony radiating from his left wing and into his skin.
    (The fracture had long since healed, leaving only a slight twist to the line of his wings, unremarkable to the untrained eye.)
    He still thinks of flying, aches for it in the same indefinable way he aches for so many things.

    He is a glass house is a world of stone-throwers, a boy who should not exist – indeed, a boy whose existence was snuffed out, fate met whilst torn between two women he loves
    (loved)
    and should not have.
    He is resurrected, now, through magic he does not begin to understand, but he could not tell you why, or to what purpose. He is no stronger now, he is still the same frail glass thing, with papery wings and skin so delicate it’s translucent, a network of veins and arteries mapping his livelihood. He is the same thing that begs to be broken, his existence now an affront to nature twice-over.

    Yet.

    Yet he breathes. Yet he continues, moving and living and persisting even if his state is sometimes wretched. His veins still map a living thing.
    His interactions with others since his resurrection have been few, scattered conversations that meander nowhere. And maybe that’s for the best. Skim the waters rather than sink.
    So when he sees this girl, he smiles. The sun shines through his skin and highlights what lies beneath.
    “Hello,” he says, “I’m Contagion.”

    contagion

    be careful making wishes in the dark

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    #2
    Kena

    Her family, the word is nothing other than a reminder of their abandonment. Her father was too much of a coward to bare witness to his own child's first days on this earth. Her mother, a sweet women that was up and gone in a matter of days before the war. And her half siblings, those that are already far too damaged, as she had become lately.

    She was damaged. Like a broken toy, placed out of reach. Her siblings hated her existence, they spoke of her being the product of true love. They spoke of how their mother left them when her father walked into the picture. How they were thrown out of the family like damaged goods. Well she was now damaged goods.

    She kept herself in her mother's past kingdom, a hope that her mother would return. The kingdom was all she had left, that and her bastard daughter she had spawned two years ago. The kingdom held her sanity, her means of humanity to move on. But lately she had strayed away wandering the meadow in the solitude of her own being.

    She had done that for many days now. Until, a peculiar fellow confronted her in a rather gentlemanly manner, as a sweet gentle smile brushed across her lips. Sun shined through his transparent skin as he spoke, introducing himself in a pleasant manner. She dips her head thoughtfully, "I'm Kena." She answers in an elegant tone. It wasn't her best greeting but lately these days most things haven't been her best. So in order to create means of conversation she added, "Contagion," she tastes his name briefly before continuing. "What brings you to the meadow today?" She allows her gaze to surface his translucent skin, returning to his face.

    I Have A Blank Space Baby

     
    Horrible start I must admit! Hopefully it'll get better.

    @[Contagion]
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    #3

    His family is a thing gone – his parents had left him and Adaline tanged on the sands as they walked into the ocean, the morbid endnote to a relationship built on tragedy. There are distant relatives, half-siblings and cousins, all scattered and none with names he knows.
    There was only Adaline, as family (as more) but she is gone, too; thus, he is alone in this.
    He is alone and he is glass, and every heartbeat is a miracle because nature should not allow this, should not allow such a delicate creature to transgress the earth. But it does, and he exists in his own strange tenuous way.

    And though there’s been a kingdom, once, the possibility of a home – the falls, with water powerful enough to break him and a wolf-girl who led him through its paths – it was no more, for he had died there, and he could not go back without remembering the stench of blood and she way Adaline had cried his name.
    So it’s back to the meadow where he is a ship in the night, where those he knows are long gone, where he walks on breakable legs until he doesn’t, until he stands before a stranger and offers his name because it’s all he has to give.
    She asks what brings him to the meadow and he considers it, wonders how to distill his terrible history into a facetious sentence, lest he send her running.
    “I was…” he pauses, muses on the choice of words, “…displaced from my former home.”
    Enough about him.
    “What about you, Kena?”

    contagion

    be careful making wishes in the dark

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