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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


    maybe you were the ocean, and i was just a stone; any
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    Agnieszka



    She notices the moment he sees her, their gazes connecting for a heartbeat too long. She suddenly isn’t just a trifling whisp floating on the surface of his ocean but a barrier reef breaking through the surf. Anxiety swirls in her chest, she takes a breath to tamp it down. And it quiets.

    He has a twin, a counterpart. He is missing them, they are far, or gone. Does he regret the having had them because of the sorrow of separation. No.

    The lines of his features go wistful and her own mirror them, she wants to follow his mind down the paths it takes toward the ones he cares for, and watch the way he wanders through his memories, picking up treasured moments and turning them to catch the light. He doesn’t share those sparkling gems with her but she knows they are there, knows he is regathering them like a dragon’s hoard and she hopes they are myriad.

    She sighs with an appropriate degree of drama when he turns his grin on her, as if disappointed to learn there is not a better looking brother lurking dustily in some forgotten corner of the world. A smile tipping up the corner of her mouth as she continues to watch him. But then he’s looking at her again.

    She is a broken, broken thing and he is looking at her like she is whole and real, and more than empty Agnieszka. Her smile fades, giving way under the weight of his question. She doesn’t frown, only looks very still.

    “No.” She says slowly, lowering her face to the water near his body, tracing meaningless paths through the water near his shoulder as she appears to think but is really just throwing herself against the nothingness in her memories. “What I miss is knowing what to miss. If I could just remember who or what I should be wishing for…” That would be easier? Is that how she wants to finish that sentence?

    “There are some things I think are better to remember, even if I had to be without.” She finishes this way and lets her amethyst eyes find their way back to his. She wants to see the pity or incredulity, to temper her armor with it.

    an unequaled gift for disaster




    @[Wane]


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    RE: maybe you were the ocean, and i was just a stone; any - by Agnieszka - 10-29-2018, 09:18 PM



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