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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


    like sunlight burning at midnight; any
    #4
    there was a heaven in you
    but god, there’s a devil in me
    Their voices are hushed and nearly silent; their eyes skittering around to gaze at each other and then dreadfully back to him, pain and sorrow and dismay on their faces. His frown only deepens, creasing the cobalt of his mouth as his brow furrows, attempting to hide the pain and discomfort with what he hopes is a subtle clearing of his throat (but it is slick and grotesque sounding as the lining of his lungs tear away into nothingness). The sight of Solace brings a sharpness to the back of his eyes, pricking hotly with unwavering tears; his firstborn, his proudest moment - a shining light as she comes to his side, smoothing the tension with the solidity of her voice, curling into him like she is still the child he remembers. There is the warmth of a sigh on his lips (strained and wheezing, clouded with disease and ferment), his navy wings fluttering familiarly against the soft blue of her own. “I’ve missed you too,” he replies, his voice a near-lament in the way it is pulled from his throat, feeling his own mortality dabbling away at the closeness of his daughters and their children; reminded of all that has come before him and all there is yet to be, and how much he might not live to see.

    His title rings out in the air once again, this time from a voice that he hasn’t known in his youth and that he recognizes as the unwavering sound of Kagerus. His cerulean eyes flicker to the bay overo, still content with the presence of his daughter at his side and now his other daughter (though not by blood, despite their many similarities) that approaches him. He smiles weakly, though it is mostly for the grandchildren that it crosses his face at all. For a moment he takes in Kagerus’ features with a solid silence, the weight of his look heavy as he adjusts to her newly scarred face.

    Warrick stretches towards her face, pressing the bridge of his nose beneath her chin to lift her eyes, softness in the gesture. “You’ve already done more than required,” he tells her evenly, the reply heavily laced with ulterior meaning as he brings his head back towards himself, blue eyes flickering over the roughness of her scarred face. He holds her face with the stoic gentleness of his gaze, a single ear flickering towards Solace as she mentions the lake, the wisteria.

    Nostalgia glitters in the once-king’s eyes.

    “Yes,” he murmurs, almost absentmindedly as he feels the tiredness of age and Carnage’s cancer, “yes, that will do nicely.” He tries not lean onto them, but as he moves himself forward he can feel the weakness of his bones and muscles, trembling and uncertain.

    WARRICK


    @[Kagerus] @[Solace]
    I'm thinking Svedka is at the lake? IDK maybe he'll show up if he cooperates :|


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    RE: like sunlight burning at midnight; any - by Warrick - 10-12-2018, 03:50 PM



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