but i can't ignore it endlessly, eventually things die
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
i'll find a spot that's just for me and see if i can cope without an ounce of pain
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the likelihood just frightens me and it's easier to hide
but i can't ignore it endlessly, eventually things die Somewhere between nowhere and where, beneath the strong-arms of this tree, lays a little tiger, stretched out in the sun, shine dappling its striped coat. Its eyes are closed, all is quiet except for the chatter of the birds. Bright birds, in the sun, winged and merry, bright, aloof, sharp-eyed. They have not seen the cat, or else they are simply not worried by it. Rightly so.
Anastazja has grown. She has changed. She is tired of growth and change. She just wants to lay in the half-shade. Her family have left, but there's no sadness. She's not sad. She's not anything. She's just a little tiger, under a tree, silent.
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