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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


    the moon is a target range; jack
    #6
    "Evil requires no reason."
    He laughs groaning himself as her teeth find his skin and bite it. She chases the pain with the soothing touches of her lips, her breath and he begins to find it so he cannot stand it either. His lips go back to her skin and he waits (not long) for her answer, trailing those light teasing kisses and bites across whatever skin he can reach.

    “I want all of it. Show me everything.”

    He groans aloud at her answer, pressing his skin against her own. Their body heats mingling and making it almost unbearable as his blood roars in his veins. Subconsciously he builds a wall around them, protecting himself as he gives more of himself to this girl than he has to anyone in a long time.


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    He's not sure if it has been hours or days, but even his own body trembles. The muscles twitching beneath his skin even as the blood drips from various places on his body. His breathing is ragged but he still stands, is still steady enough. The scent of magic, blood, and other things is thick in the air and the wall that had been around them is gone. He was covered in her scent, in their sweat and blood that had mingled until he had not known where he had stopped and she had began.

    It had been a beautiful thing.

    He touches her neck with his lips, that same smile curling his lips. "Was that enough?" His body finding its way to touching her again. (Dear Gods she was like a drug.) He didn't know if he would be able to get enough of this, this something that happened when they both liked to play. His previous toys had been broken when he had found them, broken even more when he was done. But this...this glorious creature that had his blood and sweat mingling with her own, she had enjoyed their time.

    And the thought of this scared him a little.
    pazuzu
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    the moon is a target range; jack - by Daeryssa - 04-19-2016, 07:19 PM
    RE: the moon is a target range; jack - by Pazuzu - 04-19-2016, 08:16 PM
    RE: the moon is a target range; jack - by Pazuzu - 04-20-2016, 07:25 AM
    RE: the moon is a target range; jack - by Pazuzu - 04-20-2016, 02:54 PM
    RE: the moon is a target range; jack - by Pazuzu - 04-20-2016, 05:26 PM
    RE: the moon is a target range; jack - by Pazuzu - 04-21-2016, 07:17 AM



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