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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


    [birthing] Easier for you to let me go; any
    #8

    Ilma
    And there's a lesson waiting to be learned
    the firestarters always get the burns
    and the good guys never get the girl

    Tired, she'd never felt so tired. Or did she? Surely, with Tähti it must have been the same, but perhaps this time she's just been a little too tired to begin with, or emotionally tired, so maybe she is more tired than last time indeed.

    In any case, it takes a little longer for her to collect her bearings and move. Stand, turn and

    "Oh gods, no..." she whispers softly. But he can hear her, so she shouldn't say more. She wills herself to move, mindlessly cleaning his nostrils and eyes, but as she reaches his neck and the characteristic stripe, she freezes a third time (hopefully a last time for now. She can't do this. She can't be caring for this child! He's so much his father's it scares her to look at him, to see his stripes and remember the front hooves at the corner of her view, scraping at her shoulders, holding her in a position against a rocky surface, clenched against her wings, she remembers.

    She doesn't remember cleaning the rest of her son afterwards, silently. He's being cleaned with a salty aftertaste, softly mingled with tears, but she buries her head between the boy's wings, the one thing that at least for sure is different, is "Llowell,", is her little wolf, not the big one that had done the unspeakable.

    Her breath is only a tiny bit raspy as she wipes her tears on her baby boy's coat, hoping he wouldn't notice with the damp of his amniotic fluid having been there so very presently, and for good sake she licks it away also, as if she'd accidentally left a spot damp. She inhales deeply after that, standing half over her son.

    But it doesn't take too long for her rescuer (for that is what he's done, safe her soul from being quenched and drowned by the dark thoughts, she is quite sure) to arrive once more. Wherever he's been, she wonders vaguely, frowning into the distance. Through the bushes she can see his movement, and when she's recollected herself, she calls to him, softly, unsure of her own voice. She has a son, and she'd like the two of them to meet.

    and shooting stars cannot fix the world


    @[Svedka]
    Since Andromeda doesn’t have a lot of time on her hands lately I think we should wrap this up?
    Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
    Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time


    Messages In This Thread
    RE: [birthing] Easier for you to let me go; any - by Faellyn - 05-23-2018, 04:46 PM
    RE: [birthing] Easier for you to let me go; any - by Ilma - 05-26-2018, 03:10 PM



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