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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


    FLASH. Give me nostaligic childhood yearnings. [Dahmer, Smoak, Open]
    #5
    CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
    & SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
    "I wouldn't need you dangling that over my head forever," Dahmer says in response to Scyla rescuing him from the volcano, amusement playing in the undertones of his gruff voice. He'd been to the peak of the volcano only once before, when he'd peered into the caldera with Lucrezia. The memory makes him a combination of nostalgic, angry, sad... he removes it from his thoughts, tucking it away just as Desole had taught him to do when he was younger, because feelings are distracting things.

    His son heeds Dahmer's call quickly, as he is apt to do. The young boy has a streak of rebellion hidden within him that manifests itself in exploration, but he has never been the type to disrespect his parents. It's been easy to raise the bone-armored colt beside Ellyse; her soft spot for her children does not overshadow the warrior that she is, and though she is not as strict or demanding as Dahmer's own mother had been, it's easy to see the benefits of her military prowess even in the umbrella of maternity.

    The champagne colt's sliding halt does, in fact, prompt a disappointed frown on the black beast's lips, but there's a hint of amusement twinkling in his bright blue eyes that, perhaps, only Scyla would be able to notice. Smoak's newfound diplomatic formality draws barely-suppressed laughter from the Commander, who knows full well that Solace's gentle soul must be rubbing off on his son. The winged stallion reaches out gently to Smoak, his soft muzzle nudging just behind the colt's poll affectionately.

    "Oh, great, I'm not sure where you learned to be so blatant, but I'm going to need to have a chat with that person..." he pauses as he rolls his blue eyes exaggeratedly, "I'm just hoping that their skill will rub off on me before I try to learn, that's all."
    Dahmer
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    RE: FLASH. Give me nostaligic childhood yearnings. [Dahmer, Smoak, Open] - by Dahmer - 09-15-2017, 08:11 AM



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