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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


    [mature]  Darling, you have no idea what is possible || Modicum Mortem
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    "Bravery is being the only one who knows you are afraid."
    Her summon forces him to come out of hiding. No longer does she allow him to avoid her, calling him forth from her shadow. He barely feels the humiliation of her pet name for him, as his body and mind are still trying to heal from both his physical and mental wounds.

    He misses his Goddess, no longer able to feel the fox-spirit leader’s presence. He feels cold and empty without her, and Hiroto longs for her touch, even if it would be just one last time.

    But he has gotten himself stuck in another realm, unable to travel back to his own. She would make sure of that, and if she hadn’t the demon that had found him would. His fear of her rivals his love for his Goddess. And thus the pale cremello male stumbles through the forest, his body barely healed enough to keep himself up. The damn roots don’t help him either, but at the same time he’s grateful that the forever stuck at autumn forest allows him to retreat.

    Hiroto stumbles into view, his honey eyes locking on Astarael for a short second before cowering and glancing away. His large and red outlined ears are flicked back, insecure and anxious, and even though each and every cell in his body tells him to flee, he approaches the two dark equines. After all, his fear of what she would do to him is bigger than his fear of her here and now.

    He does not speak as he stops a little distance away, respecting their personal space as his head drops towards the ground. His tailbone is tightly pressed against his buttocks and all the muscles of his wounded and healing body are tense, waiting for what is to come next.


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    RE: Darling, you have no idea what is possible || Modicum Mortem - by Hiroto - 06-05-2018, 03:31 PM



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