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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


    The whole family. And any Ischians.
    #8
    “Yeah, what she said,” Kirby chimed in with a nod at Lacey. He didn't have much interest in glowing goldilocks beyond that, turning instead to check on and fuss over everyone else in turn and leaving Lace to handle the niceties. Perks of not being in charge anymooore, he could pay attention to his family instead. Lacey was intact, if a little wet, but who was he to complain about that? He managed to keep his smirk under a bit of control anyhow as he tugged a stray strand of her name into place, stole a moment to breathe in her sexy scent and let out a breath against her neck. Damn, he'd missed her.

    A grin for Reilly, who had a Look on his face that made Kirby think he needed a few stiff drinks. He'd thought they were on friendlier terms, but maybe the time apart had changed things. Or maybe he'd thought wrong. Who knew? As ever, Kirb wasn’t much fussed about it, and figured time would tell. Quick check in with Baddie to make sure he’ made the crossing okay, and he moved on to fuss over Kharon and Kali hiding in his mane.

    So fuckin’ proud of you, kid, he thought, nudging Kharon gently. You handled that brilliantly, got everybody rounded up and safe. Maybe we find you a nice quiet spot to get away from the crowd in case you need it, huh? Kharon was used to a pretty quiet life on Ischia, and this many stressed minds around, it’d be a miracle if he didn’t start needing some peace and quiet. Lemme know if you need me to take her for a bit, he added, nuzzling little monkey Kali clinging to Kharon’s mane.

    And then there was Kylin. He headed her way to fuss over her too, to make sure she and her girls had made the crossing okay. Awkward time gap or no, he wanted to hold her close, tuck her up against his chest, nuzzle her--but he had a feeling they weren’t exactly at the touchy stage of okay, huh? So instead he got close enough to exchange a breath, reaching out and brushing his nose against hers if she let him. “Kylin. Girls.” A smile for her babies, who he still sorta had to wrap his mind around being his grandbabies but hell, he could easily accept them as his. “You three made it across alright?”
    Bite my shiny metal ass.
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    The whole family. And any Ischians. - by Kharon - 11-03-2018, 08:46 PM
    RE: The whole family. And any Ischians. - by Kerberos - 11-06-2018, 12:28 PM



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