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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]  Please stay, for this fear it will not die; Daemron.
    #7

    she'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from her knees
    make you thinks she means it this time

    Pyxis is growing into her role as a mother. It doesn’t come to her as easily as it comes to some, but she still embraces it. She still slips into the role and is able to configure it to suit her best. She doesn’t busy herself with watching them. Doesn’t force them to stay near, although she remains insistent that they stay within Tephra to remain safe, and she doesn’t reduce her own days to catering to their needs. She lets them run wild with the wolves, growing up tough and strong and independent.

    But, regardless, she cares for them.

    She watches them from afar and feels a strange warmth in her chest. When they come back, covered in wolf fur and wildfires in their eyes, she lets them come and sleep next to her.

    And she remains.

    She doesn’t run, even when she feels that familiar tug in her belly, that familiar burning in her chest that she should run—that she should shed herself of these responsibilities.

    Today, she is relaxed, her icy blue eyes lazy as she grazes on the more lush of Tephra’s vegetation, and she softens even more so when she sees Daemron approaching. He presses into her and she pushes back, her own lips finding the muscular arch of his neck. She can feel the tension in him, the way his jaw is clenched and the shadows in his eyes. He is dangerous like this, she thinks. A storm brewing in him.

    It makes her nervous, on edge, and she follows the line of his gaze to the strange child.

    “Oh,” she exhales at his introduction, having heard him talk of his mother and knowing the strained relationship between the two. Her face folds into a frown and she simply studies the girl, listening as he explains what he thinks may have happened. “That—that doesn’t make sense.” Another frown clouds her features as she tears her gaze away from the child of spring to Daemron, searching his eyes.

    “What can I do to help?”

    she'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair
    but I still love her, I don't really care



    @[Noori] @[Daemron]


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    RE: Please stay, for this fear it will not die; Daemron. - by pyxis - 01-12-2019, 06:01 PM



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