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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]  In search of a key you know is not there;
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    you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone

     It felt akin to slow motion at first, to something she could hardly understand: time slowing and the world almost as if it failed to spin. She feels this moment where seconds become minutes, and where the footsteps echo so loudly in her head that she cannot hear them properly: they just roar and strike… grass ruffled and wind slicing. His breath becomes a tangled melody and she finds herself drawing in a sharp inhale that carried with it a sound of surprise.

    Santana touches her, and Briella’s skin burns. Or at least, she imagines it does. Though there is no pain to it, only the tickle of the velveteen nose and the breath that blew upon her and left strand of the hair half melted before they refroze. Tender kisses and touches, his attention playing upon her neck, and in return she can hardly stop herself from reaching her own upward and allowing the same delicate sensation to find its way to his cheek and neck… to whisper against him in stifled words.

    “I- it’s just, ah, I can’t really remember. It felt like I was dreaming.”  she admitted, her pale blue and jewel-like eyes glistening in the refractions of the light.  “There was a place… water instead of air and shadow instead of light. I saw a thousand stars and the reaches of places beyond this… petrified trees and rocks made of sand. It’s hard to tell if they’re truly memories or if I haven’t simply gone mad from dreaming.”  it’s overwhelming to see him… to be touched and kissed, to have comfort.

    Somewhere in her mind she regrets admitting everything she had.

    Yet Briella soldiers on, resting and easy in his grasp and by his side, her every muscle relaxed and the world at ease where she stood. Patient and calm as she was, she could hardly help but struggle to stay silent… to keep to herself, and she’d have admitted that? Had she the ability and a way, she’d have almost certainly tried to grasp his jaw and kiss the lips once more.

    “I’m sorry, that was all rambling, I’m truly well- promise.”  she mired in it, a simpler answer. 

    BRIELLA




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    RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - by Briella - 10-23-2019, 01:59 AM



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