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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


    [private]  your heart, measured in mountains, fell and climbed
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    flutter

    i will always hold you close

    There is a cacophony of sound as Flutter all but trips over herself in an effort to turn towards the sound of the new voice echoing through the rock walls like a trapped bird. It’s not that this voice is particularly startling - in fact it is as soft and childish as her own is - it’s just that it had come out of nowhere while she and Flit had been debating carnivorous shadows.

    She falls into stillness again, legs braced and eyes wide, dark galaxies stretched from throat to chest, and she smiles. Because the voice belongs to a beautiful sunshine-eyed girl about her own age, with skin as soft as green as moss, and hair like the petals of lilacs. “You’re so beautiful!” She says at once, the color of her own voice lavender with such gentle admiration. “If you tell me you’re a flower, I will almost certainly believe you.”

    She takes a few steps closer, and her delicate hooves ring out like stone against a clay and shale cave floor until she is close enough to reach out and touch her nose to the other girls’ to make sure she is real and not just some fairy apparition. “It’s nice to meet you Catnip, my name is Flutter!”

    She really does look like a pretty meadow flower, those eyes like the bright yellow center, her hair the pastel petals, and of course her body the stem and leaves. Flutter thinks she must look so dark in comparison with her smoky black roan skin and snowflake stockings. At least she got dad’s beautiful stars, she’s so proud of those, stretched all down her throat and over the entirety of her delicate chest. Oh! And her wings! She thrusts them wide and sudden, as though her thoughts are aloud and not just trapped inside her head, and then flushes pink beneath her fur as she pulls them back again.

    “I was just about to go exploring, but Flit is afraid of the dark.” Obviously Flutter isn’t afraid of the dark, her daddy basically owns the dark. He’s the coolest. She would’ve said so to Catnip, but maybe her daddy is less cool and it would have hurt her feelings.

    but i will learn to let you go


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    RE: your heart, measured in mountains, fell and climbed - by flutter - 05-11-2020, 04:11 PM



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