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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]  kiss me until I can’t speak
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    and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.

    It is difficult, but she smothers her fury. The young girl before her is a physical reminder that she had been played for a fool; perhaps not on purpose, because she had thoroughly read Ophanim’s mind a million and one times, and he had never given any indicator of being manipulative. But as she stood here, staring at the golden-eyed manifestation of what she could only call betrayal, she found herself thinking back on every single mildly suspicious thought he had ever had. When he had been worrying over mistakes, but she had never been able to figure out what he meant by that. They didn’t have faces or names, and now she realizes they should have. She should have pried harder, shouldn’t have allowed herself to be hypnotized by his quiet touches and adoring thoughts. She looked so stupid, and it infuriates her, and it’s all she can do to swallow it down.

    It is difficult – but she manages.

    “I suppose you wouldn’t have much to fear, would you.” It is not spoken as a question, but a statement, in response to the flash of sharp teeth. Starsin was still infinitely foolish in many ways. She hadn’t learned to fear the physical capabilities of others, and Alita is no different. She did, however, have a healthy respect for it, and she knew a useful tool when she saw one. She watched her, much in the same way she had first looked at Vulgaris, or Litotes, and even Castile.

    But even more so than her usual games and manipulation, there was also an incredibly selfish part of her that wanted to keep this part of Ophanim that he had given away so freely, so carelessly. As if she somehow thought that bringing her back to Loess would ease the sting. “You can come with me to Loess, if you want.” Her words are still soft, and here she reaches to just lightly brush her lips atop the girl’s golden head. She pauses for a moment, before offering her in a voice so delicate that it betrays the weight that the words carry, “Your father lives there. I’m sure he’d love to meet you.”

    starsin

    it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
    ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )



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    Messages In This Thread
    kiss me until I can’t speak - by Starsin - 03-21-2019, 01:18 AM
    RE: kiss me until I can’t speak - by alita - 03-31-2019, 01:36 PM
    RE: kiss me until I can’t speak - by Starsin - 04-02-2019, 11:50 PM
    RE: kiss me until I can’t speak - by alita - 04-17-2019, 01:05 AM
    RE: kiss me until I can’t speak - by Starsin - 04-24-2019, 01:38 AM
    RE: kiss me until I can’t speak - by alita - 05-04-2019, 01:03 AM



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