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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]  you couldn't hide it from me, casimira
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    CASIMIRA

    dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah

    She had not always believed in destiny or even soulmates, but she thinks there had to be something larger at work to bring her and Savior together when she had needed him most.

    He had come at the perfect moment, that fine line that existed between the moment that she had realized Badden was gone and that she could not keep trying to love someone that was not there, and the other side of the grief where she would have surely hardened and convinced herself that love was not real. Savior, true to his namesake, had found her before that armor ever had a chance to fully form, before her heart became a fortress that she isn’t sure she could have ever let him inside.

    He found her before she became so lost that she would have never let herself be found.

    But there are parts of that old wall that will never disappear, crumbled and eroded though it may be. It has a way of trying to rebuild every time she is met with sorrow or pain, and she does not even realize that he can read her so well that he sees the shadows that such emotions cast across her face. It would be a relief to know that he could; to know that he sees all these things she does not know how to put into words.

    “I missed you, too,” she breathes against his neck, gently pressing a kiss to the warm skin there, and when his familiar green eyes catch her pale blue own she cannot help but to mirror it, small though it may be.

    His presence is enough to ease that knot in her chest, enough so that she might actually breathe around it. Enough so that when he comments on how she seems troubled she does not immediately shy from being caught in her emotions, and instead only answers him. “Someone killed my mother,” the words don’t feel real on her tongue, and she speaks them with a strange kind of detachment, as if she is afraid of actually tasting them. But when she looks up to Savior the pain and confusion is clearly on her face, bright and sharp in her ice blue eyes, and she says softly to him, “I don’t want to live in Hyaline anymore.”



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    RE: you couldn't hide it from me, casimira - by Casimira - 10-14-2021, 03:08 PM



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