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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]  tell your baby that i'm your baby
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    but you’d never get hit without earning it
    and i only hit you first ‘cuz i deserved my own hit too
    still it comes the time to call you out
    since i’m the one that you should be about

     
    A map of the lover’s lives would be well-marked and smeared by the tears of joy and pain. A wildflower valley of their children, a birthing here and here, an adopted child there. The first time they kissed, in a crystal clear lake protected by mountain. The deeply trodden path through tall grass and thickets of trees that leads to the home where their hearts reside. A map such as this, one that Litotes spends hours sweating over everyday, leads him to where he belongs at the end of each day:

    By the side of the one that has stuck with him through fear, hate, survival, disgust - by the side of the fiercest love and will to live he has ever known.

    Pain rises in his throat when she asks of his life before Beqanna. Most of his time has been spent here, chasing dreams he is not sure are all his own. His short life with an aggressive father is years and literal miles away. It is not something he dwells on often anymore, but when he does it is a nosedive into everything Litotes has ever done wrong - everything his father would have done if he were in the cremello’s place. He swallows, pressing the tip of his nose to Kensa’s, sad gentility in his eyes.

    “It’s funny we haven’t talked about that, huh?” His reply is a hesitant murmur, and he looks to the mountains on the opposite side of the lake. “I came from a place called Mustang. My father was a ruler of a territory called Cattail Lake. I grew up in the shallows of murky water, and mud always coated my legs.” Lie smiles now, finding Kensa’s gaze with a dazzling nostalgia he has never felt before. “Do you think that suits me? I am not certain it does.” The smile fades. “My father was a cruel man. I used to spend a lot of time fearing I would be like him.” He does not admit that he thinks he is more like his father than he should be.

    “What about you, Kensa? Tell me all about your life before . . . this.”

    Litotes

    @[Kensa]


    Messages In This Thread
    tell your baby that i'm your baby - by litotes - 06-16-2019, 04:24 PM
    RE: tell your baby that i'm your baby - by Kensa - 06-22-2019, 08:41 PM
    RE: tell your baby that i'm your baby - by Kensa - 07-05-2019, 07:54 PM
    RE: tell your baby that i'm your baby - by Kensa - 08-04-2019, 10:05 PM
    RE: tell your baby that i'm your baby - by litotes - 08-10-2019, 12:19 AM
    RE: tell your baby that i'm your baby - by Kensa - 08-11-2019, 11:17 PM



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