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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


    There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. (Perse)
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    There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.

    She has always been dangerous, but never quite in this way. Her danger has always been of brute force and unrefined power. She could so easily have killed them (her brother, her sister, her mother) in those first days when her body had been too recently broken and her soul rent beyond repair. She had been dangerous then. She could kill with barely a thought. Even now, she is dangerous. But never in a way such as this.

    She is dangerous too. Perse, the disciple of a dark god, a reminder of all the terrible things Joscelin has endured. But that is not why. Joscelin does not want to stop and consider the why. Refuses to, for down that road lies heartbreak and ruin.

    If she had known where they would end up, had known where that first meeting so long ago would lead, she might have turned and walked away. But perhaps it was inevitable. Perhaps she would not have changed a thing if she could have. She had been so young then.

    No, he hasn’t. The words bring the faintest of smiles to her pale lips. With her touch like fire upon her skin and those words like music in her ears, she smiles. There is satisfaction in the knowledge that he had not returned for her, that she had been relegated to the realm of mere mortals like herself. And there is delight too. And the tiniest of niggling hopes that perhaps, just perhaps…

    But no, she cannot allow herself to consider the possibilities. She should not feel what she feels. She should not want.

    But she does, and it is glorious and terrible all at once.

    Her next words cause a shiver to dance across her spine, cause golden eyes to snap sharply upwards, seeking her gaze. She is rendered mute for a moment, so many responses stuck upon her tongue. (Why?) (Me too) (You shouldn’t)

    In the end, her lids slide close over metallic eyes as her muzzle inches closer, pressing against silver bright skin. And she tells her the truth.

    ”I’m glad.”

    She can’t resist though. Can’t resist one last barbed question.

    ”Do you think about him too?”

    Joscelin

    Tiphon x Elysteria

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    RE: There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. (Perse) - by Joscelin - 02-01-2016, 11:47 PM



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