"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
06-22-2018, 10:57 PM (This post was last modified: 06-22-2018, 10:57 PM by Solace.)
Solace
. . .
She watches him a moment longer than she probably should - but it wasn't like there were rules for this sort of thing. Solace had been curious about this man (more so than she had ever admitted) and it's hard for her to look away from the flesh-and-blood version of someone who has so often stalked her thoughts.
"They are," she replies with her diplomat's smile, maybe her auto-pilot was finally stepping in. But there she stops, because Kagerus is moving forward to take control, as she so often does, and Solace is more than happy to hand over the reins. When the sulky stallion's eyes leave her, she feels as though a weight has been lifted off her chest. Out of the spotlight, she can breathe again.
Avoiding his critical eye, she looks to Abysm, the only one who seems to be enjoying this meeting. In her experience, families were large complicated lifeforms of their own. It may seem strange, Solace had never questioned Kagerus' decision to part from her son. She had been delighted to find him hail and healthy withing Hyaline's boarders one day, and after that any doubts which may have eventually surfaced never had a chance.
But another appears, familiar yet unknowable, saving her from having to manufacture an appropriate, engaging question. He commands their attention and addresses Kagerus' firstborn. She feels out of place, the only one not linked to another present by blood, and she holds her silence.
@[abysm] @[rapt] I really apologize you had to wait so long for this underwhelming post
