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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


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    [open]  Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies [Crowns]
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    Kiss me again
    Kiss me until I am sick of it

    The mystery of it? He hadn’t thought of it that way and tries to watch the blue flames licking the bark with a new perspective. Magic was already a mystery enough to him and he can feel the sharp ache of his resentment flare back to life. His flaming gaze narrows slightly at the tree, seeing only another stupid mockery of just how plain and mortal he is. It would be better off burnt to ash but he keeps that thought to himself.

    It’s a rarity for him to genuinely like someone and even rarer to find someone who doesn’t seem to mind his company. He finds that he quite genuinely likes Crowns the moment the other young stallion shares his own sentiments about the party. There’s genuine curiosity lighting his face and a mischievous smirk on his lips as he asks, ”I quite agree. What kind of fun are you usually into? It might be more my flavor.” This festival was extremely dull and didn’t look very promising when there wasn’t a single party favor in sight. If there was one thing he hated more than being sober was being bored out of his skull. Something tells him that perhaps Crowns might be thinking along the same vein.

    His attention is pulled back to the other’s wings and he watches the way water splashes and sizzles, melting spots of snow around them. A brow raises, both slightly jealous and impressed. “Now that’s better than the stupid tree.” He replies with a grin and takes a step closer to the other, instantly feeling a strong heat drawing the cold from his bones. He gives a slight nod of acknowledgment as he settles closer to Crowns and suddenly feels slightly off-kilter. He had never really had a true friend before (he doesn’t count the fae that looked after him as they were closer to family) and wonders if this is what friendship normally feels like. It makes him nervous so he continues his smirking grin to mask the discomfort these new feelings and thoughts bring. So far the raven stallion had been rather tame, keeping his natural disdain and dislike to a minimum but it was only a matter of time before he burrowed deep into his armor of cruel words and sneers which hopefully won’t chase away his new friend.


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    RE: Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies [Crowns] - by Obscene - 05-03-2021, 12:32 AM



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