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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


    Circinae;
    #3
    Ruan
    When he first met her eyes, he thought he found… something. Something he’d unknowingly needed. Understanding, maybe? But it was gone before he could put a name to it, flashed and replaced in an instant by a bright sharpness as she jerked her eyes away. He frowned, confused. He’d said something wrong again, something that upset her. He wasn’t sure what; he’d only meant to try and open up to her, share a part of him nobody else received. He quickly learned not to do that, silently rebuilt the walls that kept everyone at bay. Now, her included.

    Her voice was just as sharp, had his chest tightening and his blood running cold. His stare turned hard as he listened to her accusation. What about his promise to lead them, she said, and he was only further confused. What had he said to make her think he would be doing anything different? Of course, he was staying. Of course, he was still holding his place here, leading and protecting them. The only difference was that he was alone in it now, no longer his wife at his side. Ex-wife, he reminded himself. It didn’t seem to matter how many times he thought it, he still felt like he was married.

    ”If you push us all away, who’ll be left, Ruan?”

    He shook his head. I haven’t pushed anyone away, Circinae. What are you talking about? Well, he’d told Reagan not to return home, and nobody knew that but those directly involved, but that certainly wasn’t pushing her away. That was asserting himself and making it clear he was not one to tolerate unfaithfulness. That wasn’t anyone’s business but his and Reagan’s though, and she very well could have just come back and held her place. She chose not to. The Taigans didn’t need to know the details. He would not soil his wife’s name. Ex-wife.

    Where is this coming from, Circinae?




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    Messages In This Thread
    Circinae; - by Ruan - 04-06-2017, 01:01 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 04-06-2017, 01:05 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 04-09-2017, 12:40 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 04-09-2017, 02:04 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 04-09-2017, 06:41 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 04-09-2017, 09:45 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 04-15-2017, 01:49 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 04-16-2017, 07:36 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 04-16-2017, 09:23 PM



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