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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


    [open]  flowers where your face should be [Aurora, any]
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    AuroraElis

    Bitterness was never a part of her.  No matter how many times she had been hurt.  No matter how many times she had been abandoned or given false hopes, she found a silver lining.  

    That day she had left to go find their son to introduce to someone and to tell him his father had returned home was the last day she had seen either of them, alive.   Phoebus was nowhere to be seen and she had gotten lost down some tangled web of magic, so she was unsure how long she had actual been gone.  Long enough that something had happened, long enough that Rou had succumb to his mortal allotment of time.  Her only regret was not being there in his final moments; to hold him, to comfort him, to say she loved him one last time.

    It was a cruel irony that the magical realm she had departed to also spat her back out with the powers to heal.  She had been too late.

    So now as he stands before her -alive- standing in a cold river, wet and shaking, she backs up a few more paces to allow him to remove himself from the hyperthermia that surely threatens him.  He chuckles to himself, and she smiles kindly to his humor.

    Her caramel face observes his.  There is a clear hurt painted across his features and she wonders just what it is that ales him.  With soft, sympathetic eyes, she listens to his plea.  And it is only when he finishes that a soft shake to her head comes, "You died Rou, there is nothing to be sorry for.  I am the one who is sorry."  Her navy eyes shy eye from the gaze they held on his face, "I should have been there for you, and I wasn't..."  

    Tears begin to well in her eyes as she thinks of that day.  Finding him alone.  No one should die alone, and the decades after that she had ensured it.  She was there, for each life that found themselves on the shores of the beach.  If they wished to be saved, she would do them that favor.  But if they wished to depart, she would stay with them until their soul had been freed from this realm.  

    She chuckles softly as he speaks of his return as if it is an inopportune burden.  "What matters is you are where you want to be...  If this is indeed where you wish to be?"  Looking back to his face she wonders of the afterlife and what returning would feel like, but she does not mention it.

    Not all that glitters is gold



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    RE: flowers where your face should be [Aurora, any] - by AuroraElis - 05-30-2024, 08:19 PM



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