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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


    [private]  i was catching my breath
    #1

    DAWN

    it must be about as hard as forgetting your best friend

    Once, she had believed that love was the burning in her chest when he had told her about another. She had thought that love was the tears shed and the painful goodbyes, and the years with no true reconnection.

    Once, she had wondered if love was the way that Litotes wrapped her up in his tantalizing darkness. Was love the way that he had taught her to embrace her bear, instead of hiding from it? Or maybe it was love when she was sneaking around with her best friend’s husband, the one she used to frolic with along the hills and beaches of the Cove.

    Once, she had pondered if her childhood crush - an oh so brief thing, before she discovered him - was the one she was destined to love. Until he left her with no warning, alone to raise her second set of twins in as many years. Was that heartbreak she felt at his absence? Or was it a sense of relief, knowing that if their love was true, he never would have left her?

    Once, she had tried to force her love, only to be caught up in the throes of lust instead. She knew it wasn’t love, when she seduced the boy in the cold waters of Hyaline. But she did it anyway.


    -

    Nothing could have prepared her for this.

    Nothing could have prepared her for the moment they finally succumbed to their passions, wrapped up in grief and not knowing what the future held for either of them. When she had returned from the Mountain, shaken and stripped of all power, he had held her tight and whispered to her how beautiful she was, even stripped down to her barest form and broken with grief. He had nursed her back to health and they had grown stronger together, and their brief passions had flourished into something so, so much more.

    So this is love.

    When the darkness comes, she is afraid, but she is not alone. He is there with her through it all, and she takes comfort in knowing that she will never again be alone. Their young son, born the spring before this eternal winter, is a constant source of joy in their lives, and Dawn delights in watching the boy prance around, only to turn and giggle at the bioluminescence of his hoofprints. Their cozy den is filled with a brilliant blue light from both Rhaegor and Sunset, and though something tells Dawn she should be uneasy in the darkness, she has never felt more at peace in her life.

    Her bear doesn’t plague her, though the words of Wysteria still linger in the back of her mind. If she is to be strong without her powers, she has to fully embrace everything that broke her, and maybe - just maybe - she’s not ready for that yet. So for now, she’ll remain powerless, and she is at peace with that.

    With a gentle sigh, she leans into Rhaegor, and though neither of them speaks, the atmosphere is peaceful. Happy, even.

    This is the love that she has been waiting her entire life for, and it is everything she could have imagined and more.





    @[Rhaegor] hi no rush i just suddenly had a lot of dawn muse?
    clean.
    #2

    They light up the sky together, even in this darkness.

    Dawn, Sunset, and Sunny. Their names revolt against the darkness in their very existence. Rhae thinks upon this often in the bioluminescent blue gloom of their den and does his best to remind Dawn of it, too; their mental health prospers best when they work together upon it. Strange, to think that these moments now in this eternal winter compromise some of the calmest, some of the happiest moments that he can remember.

    Grief brought them together after an adulthood spent in denial over a childhood love -- but a newfound love kept them together ever since. A newfound love from which new life sprung.

    Their son.

    Their Sunset.

    Dawn's easy sigh and weight against his side reawakens Rhaegor to the present moment, though the warm feelings which accompanied his roving thoughts remains. In front of them in their cozy den, Sunset prances about, all legs and smiles for the admiration and unconditional love presented him by his parents. Rhaegor smiles at the thought of a child raised in love, in calm; the thought reminds him of his own childhood far away in Hyaline, in his own little grotto with his own loving parents. And still, even then, with his beloved Dawn.

    "He has your nose," Rhae whisper to Dawn with a grin, flicking said part with the edge of his lips. "And your beauty." Grinning wider, Rhae reaches and rumples her forelock, gratified to smell her ever familiar scent thereupon.

    "But," Rhae says more loudly so that Sunset might hear, "I think he's got my spunk!" And with that, the new father lets loose a laugh that only the very closest to him get to hear: a soft sounding melody of laughter, so unlike the alien clicks that the rest of the world gets to hear.

    Nay, the darkness bothers them little there, where the family of Suns lives and grows.






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    @[Dawn]
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