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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


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    [private]  when the days have no numbers;
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    ◦ ◦ ◦ ◊ ◦ ◊ ◦ ◊ ◦ ◊ ◦ ◊ ◦ ◦ ◦

    Drip, drip, drip.

    Land – rising.

    Molecules rearranging.
    Gold and white.

    Flesh sewn from liquid.
    Dragged from an ocean of grief.

    She feels –
    Cold.

    She had existed, once, hadn’t she?
    But had she ever lived?

    Blink.
    Eyes of blue, lashes of frost.

    Where…
    Icicle Isle.

    Land – returned.
    Liquid – reformed.

    And fear?
    Meaningless.

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    Like lightning, it comes back to her in flashes –
    Her life, if one could call it that.

    Darkness – broken only by burning shocks of white-hot light.
    Birth – brought into the world alongside her twin, Rhy.
    Childhood – lived in terror of her electric sister, of the Flash.
    Youth –separated from the source of her fear beyond Beqanna with her parents.
    Early adulthood – Rayelle and Riagan sending her back to Beqanna alone:
    ‘Be brave,’ and, ‘We’ll be there soon, darling.’

    Still, her fear went with her.
    Butterfly-heart.

    Seeing Rhy again – independent. Resilient. Following in their grandmother’s footsteps.
    Still terrifyingly electric.

    Strangers meant to be sisters.

    But then,
    Oh, then.

    A dream – a quest.
    A gift.

    Becoming Winter.

    Learning control.
    Learning to let go.

    Seeing Rhy once more – both different.
    Both changed –

    A bittersweet reunion.

    ‘Our parents were there, with the dead.’
    ‘We won’t see them again. Not here, anyway.’

    And,
    ‘We have a brother.’
    ‘They said we should find him.’  

    But then,
    Oh, then.

    A war.

    For her, cause for avoidance –
    A recluse in the north.

    For Rhy, cause for action –
    Holes in memories.

    She never saw her sister again.

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    Her parents – dead.
    Rhy – dead.
    A brother – lost.

    Nothing left.

    The earth shifted.
    And when it did –

    She melted away.
    And she was gone.

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    Drip, drip, drip.

    Land – risen.

    Molecules rearranged.
    Gold and white.

    Flesh sewn from liquid, sealed in ice.
    Countless years suspended in the ocean, ageless.

    She feels –
    Cold.

    Yes, she had existed, once.
    But she had never really lived.

    Blink.
    Eyes of blue, lashes of frost.

    When…
    Snow melting. Spring.

    Land – returned.
    Liquid – reformed.
    Winter – revived.

    Fear is meaningless.
    You can’t fear if you don’t feel.

    She remembers everything.

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    kora

    vanished winterchild of riagan and rayelle


    nothing to see here, don't mind me :|
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    when the days have no numbers; - by Kora - 11-28-2018, 05:40 PM



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