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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


    anyone;
    #4

    there's no religion that could save me

    no matter how long my knees are on the floor

    i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding

    if that'll make it right

    He feels the creeping of her ivy up his leg before he feels her melt into him; funny, that they would both greet each other with the powers their mother blessed them with before their physical bodies. He smiled at the notion, memorizing how she and the ivy felt pressed against him. Since their parting as children, Nihlus and Cerva have remained apart; this moment was unquestionably one he had no intention of forgetting.

    A grin has already blossomed upon the soil of her lips when she turns to pivot him; it’s hard to grow happiness without a little rain, after all. An identical expression adorns the man’s typically sinister face; I guess too much rain can be a bad thing, too.

    "It certainly has been, sister - I offer the greatest of apologies, you can be sure.” His voice drips in a delightful dry humour, one Cerva ought to know unfortunately well. The rascal only widens his grin, blue eyes glowing more brightly in light of their reunion. Yes, for an icy bastard with an offensive opinion on everything, he sure does have a big, sweet heart. In his own sarcastic way, of course.

    He sighs dramatically at her questions, leaning heavily to one side as he summons an answer from Deep Within. At the sight of her gentle, sad eyes, however, the man straightens (well, posturally) and answers genuinely.

    "I’m doing alright I suppose. I’ve been a resident in the Tundra ever since mom and dad disappeared, but I’ve done a shitty job of ‘upholding the legacy’ or whatever you wanna call it.” His lips tug downwards in humiliation and anxiety. "I’m not really good at this whole life thing. Ever since Carnage...” He fades off here, his cocky grin coming back into play at the thought of his venture into the afterlife, and the trait he now holds as proof of his quest. "But that’s a story for another time.”

    Shaking his dished head with a slight chuckle, Nihlus sizes up his little doe of a sister, and wonders just where she herself has been. He saw the look in her eyes, the one that asked where he had been and why he had left her; she wonders if she can see it in his. "What about you? Been up to anything over the years that your ol’ brother might like knowing a thing or two about?”
    Nihlus
    rain manipulating, rabbit shifting, astral projecting son of Sinder & Noori
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    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Cerva - 04-03-2016, 11:06 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Nihlus - 04-03-2016, 03:52 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Cerva - 04-04-2016, 07:12 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nihlus - 04-12-2016, 06:43 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Cerva - 04-28-2016, 03:40 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nihlus - 05-08-2016, 12:39 AM



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