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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
    She didn't lean into him, but she didn't retreat either. It was enough acceptance that he felt at ease to greet her in this way, as old friends maybe, though a little darkened with his current state. He wasn't really sure, never really thought about it. Everything with Circinae had always felt more instinctive than deliberately considered.

    He watched her as he pulled back, studying her with eyes just a little too sharp.

    Her back arched with her shift and he rose to his feet. She studied him this time with "I missed you," but his eyes were on her figure. A coat of fur was a bit more forgiving to shape than a sleek side, and he could see now that she'd had a child. And recently. He didn't bother to look, knew she was alone, so it was probably with the father. It was clear now why she'd left. Why she hadn't returned, though she should have known her family would be welcome here with her. "Missed home most of all, though."

    "Of course," he replied simply, returning his gaze blue-for-blue, feeling the chill of his winter settle over the sweat on his spine. At least she had missed home. At least she still considered this home despite being gone so long.

    She was watching him still, her head tilting in that familiar way. "Am I that scary?" His brows pinched in puzzlement a moment, then smoothed away with a half-cocked grin. "Like a ghost." A ghost. Returning home? Or maybe she didn't plan on staying after all. This could easily be only a visit. Only memories. "Will you stay this time," he asked her, his own head tilting now. There was still a wolf in him somewhere, he supposed.

    "And congratulations."
    Children were always a gift.
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    Messages In This Thread
    Circinae; - by Ruan - 06-23-2017, 12:28 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 06-23-2017, 03:16 PM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 06-27-2017, 11:44 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Circinae - 07-05-2017, 09:07 AM
    RE: Circinae; - by Ruan - 07-25-2017, 01:53 AM



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