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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


    [mature]  You are cordially invited [Any & All]
    #18
    Vulgaris
    "  when she's coming for my heart it feels like armageddon. "

    Of course he made it. There was no force great enough to keep him from being with her and keeping his promise. He feels a cheshire grin ease across his face when she leans up to kiss him and nearly purrs when she wipes the blood from his mouth so tenderly. There is no reply when she begs him to repeat the terrible requests he asks of her but rather a smirk that betrays his thoughts. Vulgaris laughs when she asks him to dance and he leads her closer to the dance floor. But then there is a disturbance among the party goers and his attention drifts from the shape of her dress to the commotion.

    A girl gets shoved and he idly tongues the sharp point of his canine, eyeing the assailants with a hungry stare. For a moment he forgets that Leliana is by his side and he takes a step closer to the fight. No one is swinging just yet and he wonders if he could remedy that.

    But then he notices someone facing Leli and speaking to her. He turns his head slowly, gritting his teeth when he hears the words being spoken to his lover. Vulgaris curls his arm around her to gently position himself between them, blocking the view of her hourglass figure. He presses his thumb to his middle finger so it cracks.

    This great mind is going to get his neck snapped like a twig,” he says with a sneer. Already he has forgotten the argument of who stole what or who shoved who, focusing instead on the opportunity before him. His knuckles ache for the god-awful crunch a jaw makes on impact but he waits, savors the moment for a while longer. Already his hands are undoing the buttons of his jacket and loosening his tie. Peroxide would get the blood stains out, he knew, but he’d have to pay a small fortune for a tailor to resew the hem of a jacket like this.

    He pulls his arm back to prepare a haymaker aimed squarely at the point where Leilan’s jaw connects to his skull. Most men fold straight to the floor when he hits that joint just right and he loves the sound their heads make against hard floors like this.
    @[leliana] @[Leilan]
    I figured Leli will probably wanna grab his arm and drag him off somewhere so I left it hanging lol.
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    RE: You are cordially invited [Any & All] - by vulgaris - 09-19-2018, 02:05 PM



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