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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


    have yourself a merry little whatever; any [holiday party]
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    Ivar had come back to retrieve his belongings, but his early evening arrival to the Island Resort has been unexpectedly crowded. The kelpie knows the island as a quiet place, and yet there is more movement between the palms than he has ever seen. The kelpie sets aside his initial mission in a heartbeat, intrigued by whatever this might be.

    The last time he'd been to a party like this, he'd charmed his way into the queen's bed and hours later left the body of a princess on the ocean floor. A rather delightful evening, all in all.

    Perhaps this one will be even better.

    Finding Ichor is simple. There is simply nothing else like her, and Ivar greets her by placing a gentle touch on the edge of her hip just as he starts to slide around the champagne mare, knowing that approaching from behind was dangerous and clearly caring not at all

    "These flowers aren't as nice as mine, He tells her, having caught the slow flick of her impossible tongue. "I thought Loess was nice, but Ischia is much better. Flowers as big as your head." This is said casually, as though the size of a horse's head was a standard unit of measurement, and as though Ivar couldn't possibly be exaggerating their diamter. "Bigger, even. Hibiscus."

    @[Ichor]
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    RE: have yourself a merry little whatever; any [holiday party] - by Ivar - 12-31-2018, 12:43 PM



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