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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


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    Gale
    this is going to break me clean in two --
    this is going to bring me close to you



    The latest risers of the dawn chorus have begun to sing by the time Gale rises. Groggily he tries to remember why he’s asleep on the mountainside but the sharp jab of a rock in his side distracts him, so he tries to roll onto his opposite side, away from it.

    And nearly rolls on top of Mazikeen.

    He stops himself at the very last moment, bracing himself with a hand on the flat stone just beside her shoulder. Gale is not sure what this shape is called, but he likes the way he can brush the tips of his fingers along the column of her throat while he kisses in the delicate spot behind her ear. She is slow to rise, so he runs his fingers through the strands of her long hair, finding it curious that it grows only from the top of her head.

    As he does, he murmurs softly of the dream he’d had, where she’d made him the happiest in the world, and of how he thinks he must still be dreaming now. How else might he be holding her, wonderful as she is, knowing without a doubt that he’ll be wanting her for all his days? Each word is true, and in this moment Gale is thinking only of this moment, and the bleak future that awaits him casts no shadow on this luminous dawn.

    “This is a nice one,” he tells her when she finally opens her eyes, meaning the shape that he trails his hand across. From her cheek to her neck, and her firm shoulders, the ribs that he’d once tried to break with a powerful kick, the swell of her thigh. There he pauses, and whispers against her cheek with a smile: “If we don't go now, we’re going to be so late they’re going to think we’re either rude or don’t even know when Summer is.”

    He pulls away with a laugh, or perhaps not, if she draws him back in. He has learned in the wee hours of the dawn that while Heartfire had been right about almost everything else, there is one thing he wants that he’s sure won’t ever change. He’d like to spend all that remains of his time proving this to Mazikeen, and he would also very much like to see a northern light at the festival, whenever they get around to it.

    @[Mazikeen]




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