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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


    Blackbird singing in the dead of night...[Any]
    #11
    THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN

    The use of a nickname is foreign on unfamiliar lips, and Grimdark fails to respond to it the way he thought he would. He actually smiles. "Grim sounds perfect. Though a bit dark." And then they had touched, it had actually been he that had bumped into her, and not the other way around. The draw of Nerine was one that called to the inner side of him. The way it hooked out to the sea like a scythe. Death and Time and the way the peninsula bent to the erosion of the beach and the white cliffs. The dunes and the sea grasses were perfect - everything about Nerine was perfect. So much more than his place at the River Delta. He had always found his existence was one akin to Limbo - a purgatory that left his soul stranded. He did not know his place in this world, and his exposure to others was so foreign that it was a surprise every time he came into contact with someone else.

    Isobell was the greatest surprise of them all. Her body seemed strained. She wanted to touch him, to get closer to him. The very way she looked at him, her eyes rolling of her body as if she were a predator and he her prey. Grimdark did not know his own desirability - he was just a simple man from an island a world away from here. The way her scales glistened in the sunlight - her body made of liquid perfection that smelled like the sea...

    It made him hard in ways he had previously been unaware of. Aware of his large angled body, and the way it could fit with hers. And yet, there was an elasticity to Isobell. She wanted him, and yet, she was keeping them apart. Something was on her mind, and as they walked around her Kingdom, he could tell she was getting more agitated. As if she needed to be somewhere.

    And so, he bumps into her one more time. To feel her scales against him. "I am sorry, Isobell. I believe you are getting most clumsy in your old age." A joke? Possibly. And yet, it felt forced, and Grimdark staves off a laugh as he turns his focus somewhere else. He did not know what he wanted. He almost guffawed instead, his eyes turned out to the sea, looking back to where they had come from.

    "This has eased my heart as well, Isobell. Thank you for suggesting that I stay with you for a time."

    GRIMDARK
    deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure


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    RE: Blackbird singing in the dead of night...[Any] - by Grimdark - 12-29-2017, 02:38 PM



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