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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
    #8
    "Evil requires no reason."
    He doesn't realize this yet, but this might be the beginning of the end for our residental asshole tormentor. Or then again, it might just be the beginning of something new and raw that might take him over by storm.

    Pazuzu had found a different kind of passion. Something that came from the deep depths inside of him, some lingering trace of old magic and personalities that he not found. It curled in his gut, twisted in his mind until he could just stand there. He cannot say he fell in love with her, because that would be the end of him. He can say he fell into lust with her, fell into her like a drug.

    One taste won't be enough.

    She bites him and his muscles twitch, his body jerking slightly in response. He purrs in response, his vocal cords changing subconsciously so he could. His body hums next to hers until she goes to the ground, sprawling out at his hooves. His smile returns, although it seems to be a bit more absentminded as he ponders her.

    His magic doesn't bother to heal her marks on his skin. He doesn't offer to heal hers either. He wanted those marks and wanted those marks on her. He wanted to claim her...again.

    "I could easily fall into you and drown." He finally says. His body still lose and relaxed, but his eyes narrowing slightly. He wouldn't let her become a weakness of his. But he wasn't quite ready to walk away yet. He moves so he is standing closer to her, his head dropping so his lips can trail over her face.

    "Anytime." That smile curls his lips again in response to her own. And her thoughts of his name almost make him jealous. He was not Jack, not anymore. "My name's Pazuzu darling." His lips no longer trailing over her face. "Not Jack."

    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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