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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


    let's start a fire they'll remember, anyone
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    BRIGADE

    This is exactly why he should keep to himself.

    This is exactly why he should know better than to try and find companionship. He has ruined everything that this might have been, he realizes, studying her face, and instead of making her feel better, he has only found every reason why she should feel worse. Self-loathing erupts in his chest when he sees the regret and the defeat in her eyes and thick in her voice and he wants to correct her. He wants to tell her that it’s not her, that it’s him. That he somehow finds a way to poison every interaction, but the words don’t come.

    Instead he is quiet, sullen, muscles drawing furrows on his jaw as he tries to think.

    But it doesn’t matter because nothing comes.

    No matter what he says or how he feels, it won’t change the fact that he has shattered this moment between them and he still wouldn’t be able to touch her—even if he hadn’t. There is a wall that lives between them that he would never be able to surmount; there is a distance that he could never bridge.

    Wouldn’t it be better for them both if he never tried?

    What good would it do if he forced it and nothing happened?

    “There’s no point in wishing,” he says and there’s more grit in his voice than he would have imagined, more anger than he would have wanted. “It’s probably for the best,” he says and, even knowing that there were so many ways that it could be interpreted, he doesn’t try and clarify. Doesn’t try and tell her that it’s for the best because she shouldn’t want someone like him touching someone like her. She shouldn’t want to have someone like him near; she may burn, but he didn’t know how to do anything but destroy.

    He takes a step back.

    “This has been,” he starts and then his voice dies off. For a second, there is amusement that flashes across his handsome face, transforming his features, but it’s gone before he draws his next breath.

    “Goodbye, Brinly.”

    And then, without waiting, he turns and runs back into the shadows.

    the world was on fire and no one could save me but you
    it's strange what desire will make foolish people do



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    RE: let's start a fire they'll remember, anyone - by brigade - 07-07-2019, 03:44 PM



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