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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


    bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar
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    bottom of the deep blue sea
    She wants to be angry.

    She wants to hold the poise of steel and ice. She wants to deny him satisfaction of relief to see his handsome damned face parting the waves and pushing through grasses to be near her.

    He is different.

    Gold and sapphire, glittering and something damn close to the gods. Isobell catches her breath as her silver eyes latch to the gilded form of the man who had made her, the man who held her hopelessly hostage by the grip of her heart, the man who wants to desperately feel against her skin. Isobell expels a shaky breath as she steadies herself for his nearness (his scent is intoxicating and if makes her body yearn). The twins watch with wide eyes, they had heard of their father since it had been nearly their foalhood upon a secluded island they last saw him (Isobell had stolen them away soon after)/ Lothbrok stands taller than his mother but side steps away so that his father could greet them. The young man snorts softly with his soft grey eyes observing the interaction of his parentage.

    Mist is still at her sister's hip before Isobell shoots her a stern gaze to move away. The young mare takes Lothbrok's side as she trembles slightly in all the exposure to a new world. Isobell returns her attention to Ivar, sighing gently before she closes the gap between them and forcible takes him against her breast, burying her face into the tangle mane and inhaling his scent.

    "I know-" The words are soft, scaled lips quivering slightly, brushing against his skin. There were many things that lay twined in in that long hair that were forging but she is not angry. They have come too far to not accept each other's flaws. Ivar allowed her to be wild, to run away, to pretend she could be without him and she allowed him to act upon his nature and keep his collection of pretties but there was so much more depth to their relationship to their love.

    "-I missed you." The lashes fall over her pewter eyes as she grips him tighter, even if he showed stiffness, she needed this terribly and was willing to expose a rawness of her vulnerability that he coaxed from her. He brought her walls down in a fury that no other could and for this she was helpless within his power.

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    bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Isobell - 11-15-2018, 10:24 PM
    RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Ivar - 11-17-2018, 08:44 AM
    RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Isobell - 11-17-2018, 05:38 PM
    RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Ivar - 11-17-2018, 06:36 PM
    RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Ivar - 11-19-2018, 09:03 AM
    RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Ivar - 11-23-2018, 09:37 PM
    RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - by Ivar - 12-30-2018, 07:41 PM



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