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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


    [open]  wednesday my empty arms were open
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    Clayton
    Every Story Has Two Sides

    He attempted to ease the ache in the mares heart, and it seems he was able to do just that. A small appears on her maw, as she gently leans her head into his touch, a moment he always wished with Warlight, but seemed perfect right now with Kensa.

    She moves her maw perfectly, gliding it down until they were cheek to cheek, I'm sure you're right. She responds, it may not have resolved her fears completely, but hopefully helped her from the dark hole she had fallen into.

    He wonders if Kensa had been in the Cove since the Plague, he was not exactly sure who still remained with the Hyaline residents, and who had left. The next thought to trail his mind was if Kensa would stay....no matter the outcome of his relationship with Will Hyaline was still his home, and he could not abandon it.

    Your turn Clayton, why are you really here? She asks breaking the silence, a small smile tugs at his lips, he almost got away with it. She adjusts slightly allowing there shoulders to lean into each other, it was odd for him to feel so comfortable with someone he had barely known, but he feels like he has known her forever. A slight breeze would make it generally chilly, but with the warmth of Kensa's body and the beating sunlight he found himself perfectly content.

    With a gentle huff he finally responds to her question I...had an outting with a friend he says, carefully choosing his words. More like the love of my life...she didn't even know it. He thinks to himself, the thought of Raul flashes in his mind and his body tenses for a moment before he allows it to relax on Kensa once again.

    Kensa, why did it take this long to give each other a moment of our time? He pulls away slightly so that his head could find her gaze, an attempt at altering the conversation.They had lived in the same kingdom for a couple years if not more, yet they only had one interaction. Were they both that distracted in there own lives to take a moment to better know each other before a plague struck down on them.


    @[Kensa]
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    wednesday my empty arms were open - by Kensa - 12-03-2018, 09:48 PM
    RE: wednesday my empty arms were open - by Kensa - 12-05-2018, 10:30 PM
    RE: wednesday my empty arms were open - by Kensa - 12-10-2018, 09:49 PM
    RE: wednesday my empty arms were open - by Kensa - 12-11-2018, 10:03 PM
    RE: wednesday my empty arms were open - by Clayton - 12-12-2018, 08:25 PM
    RE: wednesday my empty arms were open - by Kensa - 12-18-2018, 08:59 PM



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