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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]  what if we're all that we thought; Mazikeen
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    Gale
    this is going to break me clean in two --
    this is going to bring me close to you



    Her cold laugh doesn’t slow Gale’s steps toward her, and the teeth that she runs along his navy skin are far warmer than her eyes. Need rises in him as he presses against her, smearing blood and shadows against the white-and-fire lioness. His laughter is a low growl against her neck, disbelieving and soft with the pleasure of feeling Mazikeen against him.

    The magic that has swelled into his veins during the hunt and death of the bear-shifter begins to drain away.

    With such an abundance, it takes some time for him to notice. When she purrs a question that sends a shiver of desire down the length of his spine though, he feels magic leave with it.

    Why does he let her make him vulnerable?
    Why has he been healing his victims?

    (He’s thinking even as he kisses his way across her back)

    He’s becoming weaker, even as his knowledge of power grows. It’s been happening since he’d ripped her open, since he took the good from her and twisted her heart into something black as his own.

    Gale had made her into a weapon, intending to loose her on the world and watch the destruction. Instead he keeps her in Hyaline, content to be weak so long as she remains near.

    His mind continues to spin as he fits his body against her, because no amount of worry can outweigh how marevelous she feels, or how the world falls away as he loses himself in the fire of her flesh.

    She is making him weak.
    He cannot be weak.

    He feels the last of the magic drain away, but not until they are both sated and lying on the blood-soaked riverbank does he begin a plan to do something about it. The reluctance to harm her has grown stronger with time. Perhaps that is the key. He needs to hurt her. Hurt her in ways that she does not enjoy, he thinks as he mends the scratches along her near shoulder.

    Her suffering is as potent to his magic as her satisfaction is. He need only rid himself of this reluctance to hurt her, and surely then he will be unstoppable.



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    RE: what if we're all that we thought; Mazikeen - by Gale - 09-04-2021, 08:52 AM



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