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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


    you've been talking with your fists | oceane
    #10

    a little white light in a
    sea gone black

    Oceane embraces Gale as she rides the wave of grief and then, as it ebbs into a dull pain in the hollow of her chest, she finds strength enough to pull away from him. She knows it will be back later, will strike her with the ferocity of a tidal wave, but for now it's sufficient enough to quell the sharpness of it by sharing in the misery with the brindled man.

    She murmurs a quiet thank you in acknowledgment of the way his wings had wrapped around her and then, upon clearing her throat almost self-consciously, is pleased when the King of Islandres gives her the opportunity to turn her mind to something new. “Isobell,” Oceane thinks fondly of the mare and it shows in the gentle, if not sad, curve of her lips. “It's been so long since I saw last her.” It's a day for melancholy, she supposes.

    “Well... quite a lot has happened, truly. Not only with the title I now hold, but I have two sons - Alcinder and Altum. And they're both grown!” she finds herself grinning at the end, bemused to think of all that had changed since Gale had given her a tour of his beautiful island. “Alcinder is quite taken with Icicle Isle, but Altum has remained here with me. For now, at least.”

    There had been a time in her past the pearlescent mare would have never believed it possible she would feel comfortable raising children. Not after Nau-Aib. But here she is now, her past life long forgotten, with nothing but hope for her future and that of her children.

    “And what about you, Bl- Gale?” She smiles sheepishly, “What have I missed out on since then?”




    @[Gale]
    “”

    n | r
    i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by


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    RE: you've been talking with your fists | oceane - by Oceane - 11-09-2020, 08:46 PM



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