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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


    holiday party; any
    #6

    can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,
    I could really use a wish right now;

    There is something about him that she finds incredibly mesmerizing, perhaps even more so than the lights that float above, more than the snow that glitters like crushed diamonds all around them. It is not just the soft way in which he glows; it’s the way that he looks at her, like she is the only one here. She is almost naive enough to believe it – to believe that she is captivating enough to earn such attention, from someone like him. But even for one so young, she had already learned that nothing that anyone does will ever be enough, to make someone stay. She has watched her mother – her sweet, loving, almost perfect mother – leave so many times; she has seen the look on her father’s face when he goes to draw her close and smells a stranger’s scent on her. She had been born of love, a timeless, never-ending love, but sometimes love just wasn’t enough.

    She had realized that far too soon.

    That didn’t keep her from leaning into his touch when his lips briefly found her neck, or from reaching to brush her green muzzle against his shoulder in response to what he has said. ”You tried to find a cure?” She has heard rumor of them, of the quests and journeys that others have been going on, but it had never occurred to try herself. The awe and wonder in her voice is evident as she murmurs softly, ”That’s awfully brave of you.” Her lips pull into another smile, though it is faint and concern still lingers, for his well-being.

    She shakes her delicate head when he asks if she needs to rest, perhaps a little too adamantly. ”No, I’m fine.” Truthfully, she was fatigued almost all of the time, but she hated the idea of life passing her by. If her vibrancy had been dulled by the illness, she did her best to not let it show. Such as now, when she pulls away from him a step, ”I want to look at more of the lights,” and then, with a hopeful glance over her shoulder, her dark brown eyes seeking his when she asks, ”Come with me?”

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    holiday party; any - by aegean - 12-30-2018, 12:30 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 12-31-2018, 02:37 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-01-2019, 12:39 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 01-04-2019, 10:19 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-05-2019, 01:34 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 01-13-2019, 02:10 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-13-2019, 06:05 PM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 01-21-2019, 06:30 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-22-2019, 02:45 AM



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