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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


    don't just sit with folded hands and become blind; Brennen/any
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    He’s been practicing his sneaking. He’d always had a preference for those sorts of exercises, the ones that promoted agility and gracefulness, but he’s taken it to a whole new level. He’d always mostly blown off Brennen’s attempts to teach him to fight, peaceful even from the very youngest age, but he’d absorbed the lessons that weren’t really about violence. There had been a period when not even the most intense of practice could help him – those gangly weanling and yearling limbs had been impossible to control; no mental fortitude could help. But he’s finally outgrown that disaster, and now he’s sneaking.
     

    On his father. The famed warrior and newly minted magician. Maertin wonders, briefly, if he’s been body swapped with his more impulsive twin, or his half-sister Blue.
     

    The thing is, father is not good. He’s got the sickness, and he is refusing to do anything about it. And for the most part, there’s not much Maertin can do about it either. It’s not like many sick people are stupid enough to come around Brennen’s children and risk the man’s wrath, so he’s been living a sheltered and useless life. But Maertin knows that father has been out and about doing some healing of his own, and he’s decided it’s the least he can do to heal father so that father can heal others.
     

    The problem being, of course, that Brennen has already told him ‘no’. Quite firmly. Several times. Hence the sneaking.
     

    It’s rare to catch Brennen asleep but his children are some of the rare few that won’t trigger his silent magical alarms. Maertin is walking as silently as he can to avoid waking his sire physically; if he can get close without waking the normal side of Brennen, he’s confidence that he can snuggle up beside the bay without causing his father to become suspicious enough to wake. It’s painstakingly slow, each step so careful he barely moves forward, but finally the chestnut boy reaches the winged man’s side without any mishap. With a quiet, silent joy reminiscent of his childhood he lowers his head and slips under one large dark wing. He doesn’t fit quite so neatly as he used to, but as he leans against his father the man doesn’t move, his heartbeat and breathing steady.
     

    Maertin takes a moment simply to bask in Brennen’s soothing presence, before reaching into the magic. It’s convenient that they live here, in Nerine, where they are always close to his strengthening element. The ebb and flow of the tides is clear in his mind as he tries to wrangle the disease inside of Brenenen.

    Maertin

    don't just sit with folded hands and become blind

    Qaen & Maertin (twins)



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    don't just sit with folded hands and become blind; Brennen/any - by Maertin - 01-13-2019, 08:18 PM



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