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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


    [private]  Like a flower waiting to bloom - Kharon
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    Like a flower waiting to bloom.

    The waves gently roll against her legs, wetting her pale lavender and creme coat, but it is the sound of the waves that offer her most comfort. Even though the island is different, wrong even, the sea that surrounds them is still very much the same. Or at least, that is what Kylin tries to tell herself, and what she holds on to, as it is the only thing keeping her sane.

    The lavender lady is aware of his approach, and it would be a lie if she would say that the anticipation does not make her heart race and abdominal muscles clench. Kylin wants nothing more than to snuggle underneath his wings once again, it had been supposed to be her place all along. And yet, looking at him hurts too, makes her remember everything. The good and the bad, but never able to forget or ignore that she had been the only one to be left behind.

    Perhaps not on purpose, but the reality nonetheless. One that hurts.

    So it is a good thing she does not know of Kharon’s feelings, that he would rather avoid her, and quite possibly forget about her. She had never forgotten about them. Had always hoped for their return, and cried herself to sleep too often at night. Lonely, Kylin has been incredibly lonely, and on top of that insecure. They must have left her for a reason, not? But not just them. Ea had, Caw had, even Circinae, Krone and Klaudius had. Was it that bad that she had been vulnerable for their attention? For the imagination of a better life, one in which she was cherished?

    A lavender ear turns in his direction, and then slowly her neck bends so her hazel eyes meet his. Like his, her body is tense, in both anticipation and fear. “Kharon,” she whispers, insecurities written all over his face, like readable in his. Only to be replaced by a flash of pain, and a flinch as he drops his words next. Instantly her gaze is down, and her transparent fins press more tight against her barrel.

    There is nothing to she can say, except confirm it, which she does with a sharp nod. Her girls, to whom she never had been a great mother, but who she loves with whole her motherly heart.

    Kylin




    @[Kharon] Ugh, my heart cries for them T.T
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    RE: Like a flower waiting to bloom - Kharon - by Kylin - 11-06-2018, 01:07 PM



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