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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


    watch earth b u r n >> myrina
    #5

    this isn't mischief

        He has to admit, although time has swept over them, she looks exceptionally well. The gray across her brows and fluttering her lips give her an aged look, but the fierceness in her eyes and the muscle under her skin prove she is still strong. He wonders, compared to her, how he might look. There is gray unashamedly beginning to spread across his torso and around his bruised eyes (a hidden genetic code finally coming into play), there is an ache of arthritis in his knees during winter (a consequence of his ambitious young life taunting the magician who broke said forelegs), and there is a certain degree of gauntness in his cheeks (outlying the sharpness of his bones underneath, bringing them to the forefront, yet giving him a handsome look).

        He can almost sense her fight (after knowing her for so long, he’s almost gotten the hang of her – almost), but it’s hiding from him. He catches glimpses in the hard gold of her eyes (in the way her lips draw firm and grim, in the heavy flare of her nostrils), but other than that there is nothing he can identify. The snarl of her voice causes a thick chuckle to creep out of his mouth. “Calm down, babe,” he purrs. “It’s not the end of the world, the fact that we’re aging.”

        Then she admits to bringing him down with her, when she dies, and he smirks. “Can’t go without me even in the afterlife, babe?” His bruised eyes dance with mingled amusement and mischief. He shrugs carelessly. “Although I suppose it would be fun to bother you everywhere you go…” The thought of going somewhere causes him to think about his interaction in the meadow with the girl that looked strikingly similar to this golden-eyed warrior.

        “Speaking of which, I’m positive I met a daughter of yours in the meadow the other day. Spotted girl, young and sassy, with orange eyes… Ring a bell?” He pauses, then looks at her with something almost close to carefulness and deep interest mingled with – no, it couldn’t be – a sprinkle of hurt. “Who’s her father?”

    lokii

    this is mayhem



    I hope you don't mind me adding Nayl and his conversation into this thread... Just wanted to give them something to talk about and sedate Lokii's curiosity. (;


    Messages In This Thread
    watch earth b u r n >> myrina - by Lokii - 09-29-2015, 03:42 PM
    RE: watch earth b u r n >> myrina - by Myrina - 09-29-2015, 10:08 PM
    RE: watch earth b u r n >> myrina - by Lokii - 10-07-2015, 02:58 PM
    RE: watch earth b u r n >> myrina - by Myrina - 10-12-2015, 07:31 PM
    RE: watch earth b u r n >> myrina - by Lokii - 10-20-2015, 01:49 PM
    RE: watch earth b u r n >> myrina - by Myrina - 11-02-2015, 03:55 PM



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