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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


    she burns like petrol-soaked paper and fireworks [vadar]
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    I can remember a time when I was so afraid
    when even my shadow wouldn't follow me


    Elaina finds comfort in the sunset. She wasn't sure why. 

    But somehow the warm ray’s of light make her wildly beating heart stop and falter, its pace dims and for a moment, brief and wonderful, she can breathe. She can almost feel her besides her, the comforting presence of her mother as she listens to the pounding of the waterfall flying over the cliffside on the opposite end of the large lake. But, as the sun makes its final descent behind the mountains, Elaina loses whatever presence she thought she could feel of her mother and is left in the cold of the night.

    When she finds her father, he is on his own, maybe it is the only time that he feels at peace (if he feels any peace at all). It makes her want to snuggle into his chest like she had done when she had been a newborn. To be held by him, until he hurt no more. Until she hurt no more, they could chase away their sorrows together. She wants to save her father from what is making him so sad. It is a shame, really, that Elaina could not even save herself. She needed her father to do it for her. But he looks so weak here, alone, without her mother’s pale form beside him, complimenting his obsidian, night coat. She wanders to his side, presses her nose against his shoulder, until she is completely touching his side, comforted by her father’s presence. He looks down at her, with matching eyes of amber and smiles at his daughter made of sunshine, who already looks so much like her mother. “I think tonight we should try to forget,” he murmurs, “If only for a little while.” He says to his daughter, looking down at her, with so much love, so much adoration. She was truly the perfection representation of Benjamin and Beylani. “Just one night,” Elaina had said, her eyes lingering still out to the water. “An adventure perhaps.” Just for tonight.

    She has become so much more than that little girl standing by her now dead father’s side, lost in the grief of losing her mother. Elaina was now the same age as her parents were when they had her. Elaina is now almost the same age as when her parents died, a thought that plagues her mind more and more often these days. What happens when she ages to become older than her parents. What then? Does it mean anything? Will she feel any different? The palomino tries to shake the thoughts from her mind as she moves through the trees that have all gone bare as winter cross the land. My summer child had never enjoyed winter, the cold, the monotone dreariness of the landscape that would encapsulate the world. What she hated most was the silence, as everyone would tuck away, the stars tinkling quietly in the night sky, and Elaina left only with her thoughts as she would sit just inside Lovelace’s cavern, watching the world drift onwards.

    She finds a clearing, where sunlight manages to split through the trees and send the snow below into a glistening landscape beneath her very hooves. Head turns downwards as she reaches a leg forwards and pulls snow back towards her, revealing the foliage underneath: browned grass and a single dead tulip, unable to live through the frost. Lilli. Was she ever going to see her best friend, her cousin, ever again? Was staying here and continuing searching a mistake? Should she move on into the next land she would find? Once more question plague her mind and Elaina cannot stomp them out, not while that blackened tulip is staring back at her, haunting her with unanswered questions of where her best friend was and if Elaina was ever going to see that blue eyed chestnut ever again.

    elaina*
    benjamin and beylani's sunflower-girl
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    she burns like petrol-soaked paper and fireworks [vadar] - by Elaina - 07-06-2019, 01:53 PM



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