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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


    [mature]  we talk like spirits
    #2

    everything we are, it just went away
    with a slide of the tongue and a sour taste

    She’s been meaning to visit her family for some time now – she hasn’t seen any of them since she visited with Cress at the Resort, and that feels like so long ago – but she just hasn’t quite gotten around to it. Moping around in her own sadness and visiting foreign kingdoms have taken up so much of her time lately... granted, she’s done a lot better with the former lately, and visiting other kingdoms and meeting their leaders has been so much fun! The only kingdom so far that she hasn’t visited is Loess, which is, ironically, where all of her family is located.

    Barely one golden hoof has crossed the border before she hears her name called, and she looks up to see Litotes rushing to her side. A satisfied sound echoes at the back of her throat and she smiles broadly as she melts into his embrace, remembering their gentle conversation on the beach that seems so long ago now. He has been here for so long now that the scent of Hyaline has faded from his coat, while the colliding flavors of Loess dance along his withers. It is almost a pleasant aroma, though he is losing semblance to the colt he was – no longer the Primarch of Hyaline, or defender of the East. Briefly, she wonders what will happen to him once his capitivity is up.

    He calls her beautiful then, and all thoughts stop in their tracks as she pulls away from him, suddenly shy. Sunny had never called me beautiful. Sure, she’s grown and filled out since then, finally starting to grow into her legs and her curves, but to be called beautiful? He asks after her wellness but her throat is so dry and her tongue is so heavy that she cannot speak.  

    Knowing that he will be wanting a response she meets his eyes, trying in vain to blink away the tears there. “I’ve been... alright,” she admits, not wanting to make her crying a normal occurrence in their talks. “To say I’ve been great would be a vast overstatement, but you needn’t worry. Every day is a little easier.” Wanting to deflect the conversation away from herself, she nudges him playfully on the shoulder.

    “And you? You don’t seem to be fairing too poorly, for a prisoner.”

    Dawn

    oh, it's gonna be a long night



    @[litotes]
    clean.


    Messages In This Thread
    we talk like spirits - by litotes - 02-27-2019, 05:42 PM
    RE: we talk like spirits - by Dawn - 02-27-2019, 10:32 PM



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