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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


    between the shadows and the soul - weed
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    His is not attainable. That is the thing she finds most attractive about him. Despite the fact they are drawn to one another, she does not trust him. Certainly not with her kingdom’s best interests. He is here for her, to use her desire for chaos and the power that she wields to his own benefit. The raven queen is entirely aware of that fact. She likes to think, though not to hope, that he’s there for her two, simply because he wants to be.

    Not that she will fool herself into believe he will ever serve anyone but himself. He does not serve the Chamber, and he does not serve her. But that is of course exactly what makes him unattainable. What a strange circle they have created for themselves. Neither can be caught, and that very fact makes them both fascinated with the other and simultaneously rather wary.

    How delicious and dangerous.

    She simply chuckles as his comment, murmuring, “I know,” with a careless sound somewhat reminiscent of the way one might shoo a fly away. But of course, she does know. But she’s always been a little prone to poking at wounds and picking at scabs.

    He moves on though, not holding on to her little jab. Good. There are too many who fail her there, who linger on all the little nasty “slips” of tongue. Not that everything out of her mouth isn’t purposeful, but she simply doesn’t let them always know that. The only ones she keeps around are the ones who aren’t bothered by it. Though skin is key in her world, and she has made that true of those who call themselves Chamberlings.

    “I like those trees,” she says as he pulls one of her pines to the ground. She deserves it, certainly, for her possessive little my. But still, she scowls at him, eyes narrows and unimpressed. Yes yes, dramatic effect. She gets it. But still, the trees had only just grown back. “Though I agree. Who will spread these words? I can only send so many Chamberlings to do the dirty work before it becomes obvious.” And she couldn’t send ravens for this one either.

    straia

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