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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


    [mature]  somewhere between the sand and the stardust; Levi
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    somewhere between the sand and the stardust
    She follows him willingly, joy and delight singing through her veins. She had not expected such a warm reception. Not after the way she had fled so easily (her fear keeping her away as surely as if she had been shackled). But it is far better than her dreams could ever have conjured, dashing all the nightmares her mind had plagued her with.

    For the first time in her life, she finally feels as though perhaps her life had taken the correct turn. That happiness might be at her fingertips, if only she is brave enough to reach for it. And with Levi at her side, it is so easy to reach for the sun.

    The water caresses her skin, cool against the blue heated by the Tephran humidity. Levi reamins close, almost pressed against her, or she against him. She loses track, for she is as eager as he to maintain that faint touch. He drives her forward, and the nip soothed by a tender kiss sends shivers racing along her spine. An unfamliar longing pools in her belly. With a shakey breath, she glances at him through her lashes, curiosity threaded through the shy gaze.

    When they reach to opposite shore, he swiftly drys himself with his fire. Another shiver races along her skin, and she presses close to him once more, damp skin against conjured heat. They settle beneath the shade of a sandy palm, his gaze coming to rest on her with an unsettling intensity. A shy smile curls her lips briefly before she presses her velvet muzzle against his muscled neck, breathing in the the warm, salty sent of him.

    He reaches for her, and she meets him halfway. Gently, she brushes her lips along the hollow just above the corner of his mouth.

    Tell me what you want to do now, and, that’s what we’ll do. She is distracted for a moment, lost in the contours and hard lines of his familiar features. But then she looks up, blue eyes bright. Almost innocent. She draws a faintly shakey breath before uttering, “I think I want to stay here.” That shy smile touches her lips again, before she turns and buries her face into his neck, breathing a contented sigh. “Just like this. Holding you.”

    Rapture

    there is a pulse that echoes of you and I


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    RE: somewhere between the sand and the stardust; Levi - by Rapture - 10-06-2018, 04:04 PM



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