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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


    give me love and all your hate [M]; diz
    #3
    Another shudder, another shiver. He was so damn cold, and with his heart bleeding out. Maybe letting her go hadn't been the right thing to do. He never knew what the hell was right. Maybe he should have fought for her like he wanted to, beg for her to give him a chance. To.. change. Try to be.. better for her. God, was that even possible? He would have tried. For her.

    But he let her go, listened and watched with tears so openly claiming his face as she flew away. Forever. Because she deserved better, and he was selfish and controlling, and it was wrong to be him, so he did what he never wanted to. He was all wrong, so it must have been right to do it. To let her go.

    He sighed, his body trembling, clenching his teeth so they wouldnt chatter more. And then she was there, the person he least expected to ever happen upon him without Zoryn around to initiate. Fucking Diz. Smartass as always, with her stupid mouth. Damn, Dov, you look like shit. His jaw twitched, immediately annoyed as he forced himself to sit up, and he pinned her with cold, black eyes. I know it's not exactly our style but do you... want to talk about it?

    That stupid fucking mouth.

    No? he spat incredulously. How the hell could she ever think he'd want to talk to her? The only time he had ever been mildly interested in her mouth was when it was kept busy and quiet. Or mostly quiet, anyway. And he wasn't even close to being interested in that, not even if Zor were here to start his shit again. Not ever again. They got what they wanted, he couldn't do it again. He couldn't do it.

    He glared at her, growled as his body shook so violently again. He looked so weak, so pathetic. He was these things now. Let love claim him and dull him, and he didn't care. He'd do it again. For her.

    Don't just stand there, get the fuck down here and warm me up. He quaked, shivered. He needed her and he hated it. Was she getting fatter? What the hell, he was practically dying and she was gorging herself on whatever food she could find.

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    RE: preoccupied without you, i cannot live at all; diz - by Dovev - 03-02-2017, 06:11 AM



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