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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


    the wolf at my door; gryffen
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    Time, I have come to learn, diminishes all things. Great dynasties, great heroes, reputations and decorations. All of these things fade, first into the hearts of the beloved and later onto the lips of strangers, but eventually they fade even there as the mouths move on to more delectable gossip. Even you are not immune, as your importance begins to diminish; true, each day you hang above me, watching, but it matters not when each of those same days you fade into darkness once more. It’s not that I don’t know you’re there, watching and waiting, but moreso that I am beginning to swallow the bittersweet truth that you don’t care, not about me. And frankly, I don’t care. Tones of twilight overhead mark the end of your consciousness for the day, and no more do I sigh in relief and feel waves of tension lift from my shoulders. I feel blank, bland, boring and blue. I am weary of your chokehold, no matter how much I do miss that look… you, mindless, animalistic, pure and unadulterated rage. The dull handprints you left behind when you’d touch me and the kisses you’d leave imbedded in my skin.

    No, I don’t care, but oh, how I miss you sometimes.

    These nights grow longer and lonelier for a girl so disposed on a figure from the past, one whose vices diminish and virtues enhance as time moves forever on. You’re more handsome now, all rippling muscle and golden locks, accented with just enough dirt and sweat to maintain the flawless air of masculinity. You were not an abuser or a monster, no! Just a misunderstood man whose responsibility outweighed his patience. We are all guilty. We are all sinners. Let me not be the one to judge you, when the bloodstains won’t wash from my tired hands and the nightmares keep me awake in the night and clung to shadows in the daytime. But I digress.

    It’s a good night to peruse these lonely grasses, for a bright full moon rises in a cloudless sky. It renders this space almost navigable to me, nevermind the occasional pause and stumble. Crisp autumn air brushes around me in small waves, bringing a world of aromas and stories about the day’s visitors. I perch atop a small hill and pause to snatch a few mouthfuls of the sweet grass, eyeing the world around me in total vain but listening, waiting, hoping.

    (& I know you’re a million miles away, but is it so much to ask?)

    naoi
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    the wolf at my door; gryffen - by Naoi - 07-25-2015, 07:51 AM
    whose afraid of the big bad wolf? - by Gryffen - 07-28-2015, 08:54 PM



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