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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


    you need a big god; ryatah
    #8

    He praises her, and she tries to suppress that feeling of twisted gratification that threatened to bloom inside of her again. She likes to think that she has come so far, that she is not that girl anymore; that she didn’t need validation from him, or anyone. It was a dangerous game that she let herself play, in knowing how easy it was to get caught up in needing to be what they wanted her to be. She knew what it meant to be fixated on someone so toxic, to want to break herself down so they could fashion her into what they craved. She knows better – of course she does, because by this point she is only rebuilt and remade parts, with fragments of what she used to be scattered in between.

    But when she feels his magic suddenly igniting in her veins and spreading to every nerve-ending, she finds that she doesn’t care what poison he puts inside of her.

    She isn’t sure if there are words to describe what it feels like to be starward bound. It’s different than being pulled through the earth and into the lair; faster, hotter, further. She blinks, and when she opens her eyes again to the sight of stars – endless amounts of them, far more than there could ever been seen from the ground – her breath hitches in her throat.

    It’s impossibly quiet, and it almost, almost reminds her of being dead at the bottom of the sea. That vast expanse of nothing, when there is no afterlife; just an infinite silence and an existence that you can almost feel, if you could just wake up. But her heartbeat is echoing in her ears, and that is the only thing that reminds her that she is alive. She is alive, and so far away from any world she has lived in, and she doesn’t understand why that brings such an odd sense of peace to her. “It’s beautiful,” her voice, even though hushed, feels too loud out here, like the sound of it might cause the stars to fall. “I don’t know if I would ever go back to Beqanna, if I were you,” she says as she glances sideways at him, still trying to grasp that she is galaxies away from all she has ever known (with him, of everyone, but then, it could never have been anyone else).

    Ryatah
    even angels have their wicked schemes


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    you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 06-30-2019, 07:28 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Ryatah - 07-01-2019, 11:41 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 07-07-2019, 07:24 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Ryatah - 07-09-2019, 06:44 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 07-21-2019, 06:01 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Ryatah - 07-26-2019, 02:27 AM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 08-04-2019, 05:12 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Ryatah - 08-10-2019, 03:32 AM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 08-11-2019, 07:11 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Ryatah - 08-17-2019, 08:56 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 08-27-2019, 06:24 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Ryatah - 08-31-2019, 06:44 PM
    RE: you need a big god; ryatah - by Carnage - 09-20-2019, 06:18 PM



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