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    COTY

    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 something to believe in; any, wallace
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    Wallace

    God, she was so tired. Couldn't they have just stayed home? Damn. Ok, fine. Here she was. Lathered in a sheen of sweat, pregnant and huge and miserable as hell. Her legs ached, her back was killing her, and thank god Kirby hadn't tried to hold conversation with her the whole way here or maybe he wouldn't be breathing now to be, you know, her protector or whatever.

    She sighed gratefully as he signaled their arrival with a brief touch to her shoulder as he made his grand entrance, stopping immediately to fade into whatever background she could manage to disappear into. Her head bowed as she caught her breath. God, even her stomach hurt. That probably wasn't a good sign. No, no. It's fine. All fine. Not contractions. No panicking. Just breathe, stray behind and let Kirby do his thing, direct what attention away from her that he could.

    He was turning out to be a very different person than she first had a run-in with. Still his ridiculously sassy self, but less... less all the things she didn't want to remember, actually. More, this. Protective and stuff. Fine with her, she wasn't kicking any ass til this baby came anyway. Could use the help, though she'd never admit it.

    Goddamn her stomach hurt.
    No, it's fine. All fine.
    Not contractions. Can't be.

    Ah, man. She could smell Sabrael near, hear Kirby greet him in his extra-friendly way. She wanted to look, wanted to see how he was doing, how he looked, if he was well. If he didn't want her near. Just wanted to see him. Just see him. But she couldn't. Probably cowardice. Couldn't bear to see whatever she'd find in those hell-and-brimstone eyes of his, that damn breath-taking face that made her feel safe. Coward.

    Ow. Ow..
    Ok you know what? Time to go home.

    She groaned inwardly as Little Red spoke, fighting back the exhaustion and this damn pain that wouldn't go away. It wasn't contractions. Couldn't be. But she sure as hell wasn't sticking around. She needed to be home, not standing here with her hair plastered to her face and her eyes sharp with quiet suffering. "The purple one I don't know anything about."

    That's Kirby, and he's taking me home now, she said a little breathlessly, finally raising hazy, brown eyes to see the other stranger nearby too. She looked him over silently a moment, spared a glance to the girl and her child. God, but she still couldn't look at Sabrael and that was all she wanted to do. Oh, ouch.

    Thanks for uh, whatever the hell this is. Was. Nice home, love the... dirt. But 'fraid it's time for us to go home. Bye, now.

    And she turned to waddle her ass back home where it belonged.

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    RE: give me something to believe in; any, wallace - by Wallace - 04-14-2017, 11:37 PM



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