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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]  now tragedy, that's funny; kharon
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    Kerberos huffed out a breath, drew his son’s scent in through his nose and watched the way the boy pressed against him, brushed a kiss to his shoulder, watched him with new wariness in his eyes. Mmm. It felt good, striking fear into a heart, and something deep in him thrilled at the scent of it, at the way the boy shrank in on himself, keeping those magnificent wings tight to his body. Except. That was his blood, and his blood should stand tall.

    He blew out another breath and nudged his son’s shoulder, dragged his lips along the boy’s neck in turn. Affection, reassurance, he could do those. Reached, though, to nudge beneath his boy’s chin, push his head up where it belonged. Tall. Strong. Confident. You are Mine. We are magnificent. We do not cower. They would find his woman, his boy’s mother. They would bring her home. Or the world would burn to the ground.
    Bite my shiny metal ass.
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    Messages In This Thread
    now tragedy, that's funny; kharon - by Kerberos - 12-09-2018, 05:42 PM
    RE: now tragedy, that's funny; kharon - by Kharon - 12-09-2018, 06:35 PM
    RE: now tragedy, that's funny; kharon - by Kharon - 12-25-2018, 03:16 PM
    RE: now tragedy, that's funny; kharon - by Kerberos - 12-27-2018, 08:01 PM



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