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    COTY

    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


    [open]  it was an honest mistake;
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    "& i don't care for your sweet scent or,

    the way you want me more than i want you"


    It will be a fresh start, this time. 

    For all she knows, she could have been lost in the familiar bloom of autumn trees for weeks, or had it been months? She isn’t quite sure how long she had been gone, only that a recurring vision crept into her dreams (slowly, at first, then all at once). The steady drum of waves became so vivid she could feel it even as she wakes, like lightning moving through cabled veins. 

     
    It should not come as a surprise that something, inevitably, would draw her back in. The mare’s body is only beginning to feel the signs of age – a couple of years, perhaps, gone in the blink of an eye- though her body would not outwardly indicate much change. Slight of build and benign by nature, she is betrayed only by a subdued tranquility that enshrouds her silver body as it glides through (through, seemingly, not beneath) the moonlight. Still, there is a softness in her features that implies a certain level of innocence, or is it naivety? 
     
    While others grew consumed with the toils of war, politics, and arguably the edge of madness, she remains altogether untethered. That is not to say she is entirely unaware – she too has seen time come and pass, she too is a survivor of sorts. Simply, she has never gotten entangled, never gotten too close to have anything she could one day lose. So here she remains. 

     Here, on the outskirts of conflagration. Here, where she is safe, if not uniquely ambivalent to her own circumstance. 

     
    A steady procession of delicate steps brings her to the bank of the river at last. As she lowers her face to the water, a plume of silver and black forelock falls into her eyes. Soundless, she will be easily overlooked, mistaken perhaps for a deer. She’s gotten used to it by now. 
     
    She is little more than an afterthought, a ghost in the machine.  



    -- ethenia. --

    it was an honest mistake
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    it was an honest mistake; - by Ethenia - 12-17-2021, 04:06 AM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Eadoin - 12-20-2021, 02:15 AM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Ethenia - 12-24-2021, 01:34 AM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Eadoin - 01-02-2022, 02:47 AM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Ethenia - 01-06-2022, 02:27 AM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Eadoin - 01-17-2022, 12:30 AM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Ethenia - 02-08-2022, 11:21 PM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Eadoin - 02-21-2022, 04:22 PM
    RE: it was an honest mistake; - by Ethenia - 03-02-2022, 02:19 AM



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