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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


    And inside you're burning... Pollock
    #5

    And inside you're burning
    with some secret yearning

    It is such a familiar dance, the one they so easily fall into. Give and take. Push and pull. Neither of them surrendering more than an inch, neither of the willing to concede, pushing the buttons that produce the most heat, that garner the greatest reaction. And she loves it. Loves it more than she would ever willingly express.

    His retorts are quick and sharp, and that bite brings a smile to her lips, a bright glimmer to her silvery eyes. He might believe her vulnerable, and she is more than happy to allow him that belief. Less because of any misplaced sense of discretion, more because she wished to see what he might do with this erroneous thought of vulnerability. A thought, the possibilities of which she is far too intrigued by.

    Give and take. Push and pull.

    He does not respond to her touch as he once had, and she grows curious. What had he done to so inure himself to these gentle caresses? Her smile falters as her consideration fills her star-bright gaze. ”Ah, of course you do. But you’ve changed.” That slip of a grin edges back onto her lips as she continues. ”Not just your… pretty exterior either.”

    But then he is stepping away from her, anger simmering between them as they each so brazenly call out the other's faults. She is not a creature made for anger though. Even his cruel words cannot maintain an ire that is so unnatural. He festers, she lets go. So similar on the surface, yet down deep, where it truly matters, they are vastly different. It is why she has never once doubted she would prevail. She knows just how to play life to her advantage.

    She laughs then, a throaty chuckle that displays her amusement so charmingly, all vestiges of irritation vanishing from her delicate features. ”Darling.” She all but purrs the word even as she steps in nearer once again, closing the space between them he had created. ”Such pride.” A subtle light glimmers briefly in her eye as she shakes her head once, just enough to show a disingenuous censorship. ”Do you doubt me?”

    Lirren

    starlit daughter of joythief and carnage

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    And inside you're burning... Pollock - by Lirren - 09-08-2016, 08:06 PM
    RE: And inside you're burning... Pollock - by Lirren - 09-19-2016, 03:08 PM



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