And listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this... So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. ____"It takes a strong light to diminish the darkness. I do believe, Star, you are doing that everyday." Nier whickered low, he sound of his voice just above a whisper, if it were a windy autumn day it would have gotten lost in the salty current of the air, but on the pleasantly warm summer's afternoon, with the splashing of the waves, the call of the gulls, it was very much audible. ____His velvet nose was pushed against her, tenderly, softly, sometimes he still though she was a figment of a daydream, dressed in her beautiful dappled coat, she must have been a fantasy playing on his mind. He wanted to touch her, he needed to touch her to make certain she was real, pliable against his touch. Her soft, warm skin, her fervent heartbeat and pulse a glorious song tot he dark steed. The demon sloth within him pull and tugged, beckoning him to lounge in the sun, away from the strong pull of emotions, away from the mare beside him. But Nier listened to the pounding of his own heartbeat singing a song alongside Star's and he kept rigid, stone still. His breathing slow, shallow almost matching the gentle lull of the waves stroking the sandy shores. "I need you, Star. I need you more than you, more than I even realise." his tone was strong, his mind almost feverish with want, with desire. His dark eyes burnt with a new kindling, flames of passion alive and burning within the depths of his irises. "Thank you. It's been a long time since I've felt the strong fire within me. And I.. I wasn't sure I would feel it ever again." the winged, invisible demon of tyrael & amnesia, stalks the gemstone ridge with no one by his side |
Assailant -- Year 226
"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
fill up a glass of tonic, rocks & gin; LightningBlueStar
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