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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


    so what if you can can see the dark inside of me? ; Azlyn
    #1
    There was a breeze that picked up.
     
    And as always, with the coming breeze, came the floral scent that chased the bright purple ass of Azlyn. It was almost uncanny. He smelled flowers, he looks for purple. Azlyn. It was hard to describe what he felt about her. Such a complicated mess of emotions. He enjoyed her company; her sass. He enjoyed the company of a friendship that was not dependent on what he could give to someone else. Instead, he was a man, and she was a woman, and they were able to braise each other with little concern for politics and foreign affairs. It was plausible to say that Ashley could feel himself drawing down deeper emotions for her; but as far as he could tell, she was someone he thoroughly enjoyed and, for the moment, had no wish to further examine.
     
    He had been hurt before. Love and lust and betrayal usually came hand in hand, and in his case, it was the cost of his throne and the majority of his credibility with his Kingdom. It was by only the deaths or desertion of those who had been there from the beginning that the story of his broken heart faded into obscurity—and he had no wishes to repeat or visit his memories. He had only just come to grips with the reality that those days were long gone, and despite the few from those days that were still around, most of them that he chose to associate himself with were just ones who knew him to be as he was; rather than what he had lost.
     
    And so he leaves the sanctuary of the spring and goes heading through the forest; his red buckskin hide set against the green like a target. Azlyn was much better suited to the island; flowers grew here that were her color naturally. A beautiful deep purple that would forever haunt the magician’s mind’s eye—no matter what their relationship would develop into.
     
    Not that he was examining that.
     
    Because he was not.
    ashley
    I walked the path, it led me to the end.
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    #2
    azlyn.
    Ischia is just so beautiful.

    Azlyn had fallen in love with the isolated land the moment she and Ashley had stepped foot upon its sandy shores. The place is dazzling to her, so different from the other lands she has lived in. With its white sands, pleasant temperatures, thick foliage, and rainbow of parrot life, it’s easy to love. And it’s isolation only adds to the appeal - while she is glad to have company once again, the thought of being inundated by a crowd of friendly, inquisitive horses is rather unpleasant.

    That said … she has to admit that the allure of the place is rather enhanced by the presence of a certain loudmouthed buckskin stallion.

    It’s hard to put her hoof on exactly what pulls her to Ashley, but she think she understands some of it. It’s the lack of pretense. There are no illusions between them, no half truths or masks. They are both too old, and have gone through far too much, to pretend to be anything other than what they are. It’s … refreshing, in a way. Nice to just cut loose with someone.

    She’s actually mulling over that thought when an oh-so-familar earthy scent drifts through the trees towards her location on one of the island’s many beaches. She can’t help but smile as she turns back into the trees to seek out the scent. Apparently she’s not the only one with someone on her mind …

    She finds him after a few moments, striding between Ischia’s tall palms, his red hide sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the green. Warmth blooms in her chest at the sight of him - a feeling she’s not willing to analyze fully. Not yet. “Well, well, well.” Her voice is playful, her lips spread in a wide grin. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

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    #3
    Time has passed.

    The two have lived in companionable distance, living and loving underneath the trees. The days here were much more temperate than they were on the mainland. The jungles stayed warm and balmy, and the waters were calmer with the coming of the colder months. Insulated here in Ischia, Ashley and Azlyn were as inhabitants on a tropical isle—a proverbial Adam and Eve. And in the colder of those nights, they had had a moment And that moment had produced a child. Where could he go? He had brought Azlyn to his home—the place that he guarded and protected above all else. And yet, the rounder that she grew, the more he found himself absent. His mind was always disconnected from where he was; he wondered if Azlyn could tell.

    There was a guilty shadow that followed him wherever he went. He felt—at odds with himself.

    How does a man love two women? How does he choose?

    Does he choose?

    How does a man forget his heart and return to what he knows his blood is good for—what he was made to be? A quiet, peaceful—albeit failing kingdom.

    Ischia, land of nothing.

    No, this was certainly not the Dale. And yet, he defends it is if it was.

    When would he learn better?

    Ea was never around. Tiphon had fled to whatever cave he had found in the back parts of this island. Was there any point in staying?

    Was there any point to Ashley?

    And yet, that scent that plagues him. She smells so good. Always of flowers that she has since taken stringing in her hair. Beautiful.

    How does a man decide how to be?

    He has no idea what he’s going to do with his life, but he knows that great changes are coming.


    ashley
    I walked the path, it led me to the end.
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    azlyn.
    What exactly does she feel for him?

    Months on, she still isn’t certain. He drives her crazy at times, with his sassy remarks and backhanded compliments on her ass. But on other occasions he can be so sweet, so caring. Like when he first offered her a home in Ischia. She feels a definite, even strong, affection, but is it love? She does not know. She knows so little of the concept (that is, romantic love) to truly understand.

    And while she’s certain he at least feels affection for her in return, she dares not consider the potential depth of his feelings for her.

    Lately though, he has seemed rather preoccupied. He still visits her on occasion, but his mind seems far away. She hasn’t pressed him on it. He is his own stallion, and despite her own uncertain feelings, she at least knows he does not belong to her. She is far too old to have any illusions on her ‘claim’ to him. Her children though … her children are hers forever.

    She hadn’t intended on getting pregnant. Despite the passage of years Lestrade’s loss is still too recent, still too fresh. But on one, heated night, one thing had lead to another …

    But she doesn’t regret it, though she hadn’t intended it to happen. She’s loved every one of her children, and she will love this one just the same. She’s even started looking forward to it, in spite of herself. She hasn’t had a little one to look after in years.

    She’s still musing over what the coming months will bring, when that oh-so-familiar scent floats reaches her nose. She turns, and smiles instantly at the sight of the buckskin stallion. But the smile is short lived, her eyes narrow and lips draw together in concern at the sight of the morose expression on Ashley’s face. Normally she would have chided him, but something in his face gives her pause. “What's troubling you?”



    Ugh I struggled with this post so much. I'm sorry it's so awful D:
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