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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


    the cinders are falling like snow; raelynx
    #6

    i love the way that your heart breaks
    with every injustice and deadly fate

    He does not know how this scene has replayed itself, again and again. Does not know that the question, the answer, is always the same. And he certainly does not know what he has stumbled into, cannot possibly comprehend. But he is not afraid. Perhaps he is foolish for his lack of fear. He does not fear pain, nor the hollowness of death. He does not fear life, not the sharpness it brings. In the end, he is just a daft, fearless boy.

    I could stay with you. Her voice rings in his ears, offering words he had not known he longed to hear until they whispered through him. And then she touches him, her silvery muzzle brushing his dull black skin. Her touch is excruciatingly exquisite, a touch designed to bring him to his knees. But his limbs do not buckle, his knobby knees locking into their upright stance. His entire body shudders, his skin rippling, her touch a pebble dropped into a pool. His gray eyes shutter, the dark lids dipping before widening in wonder. He stares at her, the dim light in his eyes changing, brightening, for the first time since he had glimpsed her from across the arid grasses of the meadow.

    He cannot speak at first, the words catching thickly in his throat. The sweet agony of her touch still trembles through his body. When finally the words are forced past, they are whisper quiet. ”Yes… stay.”

    His quiet gaze is unknowingly, unwillingly pleading. With his silent supplication, he offers her the only other thing he can think of, the only other words that will come to his lips: his name. ”I am Raelynx. “

    Raelynx

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    i love the way that your heart breaks... - by Raelynx - 08-18-2015, 10:14 PM



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