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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


    [open]  will you fall, fall, fall for your furies?
    #1

    i’ve been training like a soldier; i’ve been burning through this sorrow

    The weeks and months passing the disturbance are not what he had expected.

    They were…quiet.

    Few dared to come to their depths and their kingdom, for the most part, kept to themselves. Perhaps it was a general understanding that the waters had been disturbed enough. Perhaps it was the dread that they felt whenever they visited the Ruins and remembered what had passed before. Whatever it was, while peaceful, it left him feeling anything but. Restlessness settled in his bones. A buzzing discomfort. It trailed him wherever he went, and it took everything in him to control the temper that came with it.

    Until he awoke this day and decided to do something about it. Instead of showing up to training or checking in with his fellow soldiers, with his General, he stretched and speared toward the land once more. His merlin form cut through the water easily and it is only when he breaks the surface that he shifts back into his more familiar form. His masked head comes up for air and it feels strange, but he doesn’t mind. There is something to the dryness of being on land that makes him appreciate the sea even more.

    Feeling energized by the decision to do something about his restlessness, he swims slowly along the coast until he finds the trailing river pouring outward. Shifting once more, he becomes a salmon that slips through the currents, making his way upstream along the river. Still made of water, his translucent form slips amongst the living in the river, and if he finds the brackish water distasteful, he ignores it.

    He would take this over stagnation for one more hour.

    So he swims. He swims and swims through the rapids and still, until he reaches a part of the river that grows shallow. Shifting, he stands, the water dripping off of him and becoming him all the same.

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    #2

    All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced

    There are fractures in her heart that hadn’t been there before. At times she barely notices them. On the days when she can lose herself in the beauty of the world and timelessness of existence, she can almost pretend they had never happened. But every time she gazes at the perfectly sculpted, ice-cold visage of her son, they throb anew.

    And in those moments, she wonders how she might have changed it. What it is she could have done differently to warm the ice in her son’s heart and the indifference in his father’s. Perhaps there is nothing she could have done, but the part of her that remains so sweetly naive and optimistic refuses to believe it.

    Or perhaps she has merely become a masochist.

    The water is her salvation. Once it had been her torment, but somehow, it has now become the very opposite. It has been so long since she has dived deep to forget the troubles of  the world in the silent perfection of the deep, but each day the temptation to do so grows greater and greater.

    So she does not dare stray too close to the ocean’s edge. Instead she confines herself to the murkier washes of the river, attempting to resist temptation and instead forget her troubles in the burbling of the rocky rapids. And it is here that she finds herself staring at an apparition as it rises from the water. He is too large to have approached unseen, and yet he had.

    For a moment, Persea can only blink, eyes following the trails of liquid sluicing from his skin. Then she shifts, quickly averting her gaze as water swishes around her legs, disturbed by her sudden movement. Clearing her throat as she realizes how rudely she’d been staring, she offers a faint greeting. “Hello.” She attempts a smile, but it wobbles on her lips. “You… startled me.” Pause. “Did you… swim here?”

    until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind

    persea


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