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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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 opposite of love's indifference; any
    #5

    she'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from her knees
    make you think she means it this time

    She could not say that she minded the company; not when it was interesting like this. She was, by nature, a social creature who enjoyed social interactions. She just liked to keep it on the surface level. There was something both exhilarating and relieving all at once in keeping each soul an acquaintance. They never got close enough to do actual harm, and she never got close enough to actually care about them.

    They could stay or leave—and she would sleep fine every night.

    So she slips easily into the conversation with the smoke-eyed stallion before her, her lips spreading into a casual, breezy smile. “I like her too,” she turns her gaze to where the wolf cleansed herself without seemingly a care in the world. What it must be like to be a creature as wild and fierce as that—someone destined to run wild bound to what must seem like natural prey. What an odd combination.

    “Have you and Red always been together?” She couldn’t imagine that kind of commitment, except perhaps her siblings. Ilka, her soft, dreamy-eyed sister, was so close to her that they may as well have been twins, although her sister was more open and more trusting. Pyxis was more like Malis in nature, although she was not as wild as her elder sibling. She found herself somewhere in the middle; not as kind as Ilka and not as fierce as Malis. “You must be alright if she hasn’t eaten you yet.”

    He inquires more about her, and she feels her stomach tighten in defense. “There’s not much to know about me,” she deflects with a casual, practiced shrug, her ice-blue eyes brightening as she turns the conversation back toward him. “You’re the one with ferns in your mane and a wolf at your side. I am sure your story is far more fascinating.” 

    She looks at him expectedly. “Tell me more about you.”


    she'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair
    but I still love her, I don't really care

    © patryk sobczak
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    RE: the opposite of love's indifference; any - by pyxis - 08-26-2015, 11:58 PM



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