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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]  if I saw you every day forever, I would remember this time
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    Agetta’s world has been a fog, time slipping past her without her being aware, though she’s gradually been trying harder and harder to grasp it and pull herself back. She lost too many years as a wandering ghost and, if she cannot have death, she may as well try to live until she can riddle out how best to end everything for good.

    She only lets herself think of such things when the twins are off, playing and growing and learning. They are so vibrant but she is left in shades of grey. All of her own making.

    When Agetta catches Garbage’s scent, it feels as though she has been winded. Thoughts of him are constant, joining with those of Plume until she drowns each time in her own guilt, knowing she loves them both so much and knowing it is too much to ask of either of them to be content with that.

    If there is a moment where she considers not going to him, where she considers giving into the fear he will not be happy to see her, it is too small for her to even notice. The instinct to close the distance between them is too strong, the love she feels swelling with her desire to make sure he is okay. Because she almost can’t believe her eyes what she is seeing when she comes across him with a very, very newborn son. More questions than she can count fly though her mind as she nears the pair (what magician did this? Are they in love? Has Sleaze’s father returned?).

    “He’s beautiful.” Her greeting is quiet and truthful, just a 'hi' is too small in the face of everything.

    Although she aches to touch him, to feel someone touch her, she stops a short distance away - her gold-marked head lowered slightly while her midnight eyes flick from father to son and back to father. And asks the only question she really wants to know - the one causing concern to overshadow everything else she is feeling.

    “Are you okay?”

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    if I saw you every day forever, I would remember this time - by Agetta - 09-19-2020, 09:20 PM



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