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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


    [private]  you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, aldric
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    you look like yourself
    but you're somebody else.

    It seems like life is a series of prolonged introductions, meetings between one person and another that never end. There is no final moment of knowing someone, no finish line, goal, or reward for reaching the pinnacle of connection between one lifeform and another. It is simply a perpetual meeting of souls, each cloudy and indecipherable, mirroring one another as they can manage but internally twisted into such variety and perpetual change that they can never be the same and will never be able to fully predict one another’s behavior.

    Aldric might have expected the girl to step into the river between them had he known her, but as it stands he is surprised. Since he is already staring at her with the open intent of a wonderstruck fool the surprise doesn’t really express itself in his features, though his green eyes  follow her progression into the river. The red sabino returns her smile, crosses the watery boundary. “Hi.” His voice, possessing a smooth low timbre, carries across the rushing. “It is. A very fine night.” The river twists and whorls around his long strong limbs, and Aldric stops in the middle of the river as well, so that the two of them are on equal footing in the dark water. There is an broad oval of quiet water between them, buffered by their bodies.

    The stars are bright and close and they fall into her upturned eyes. Though he’d been silent at first it’s everything he can do not to say something incredibly stupid as he looks at her. “Chryseis.” He repeats, feeling his way along the name as though she has just handed him a foreign object he wishes to make familiar. “I’m Aldric.”

    A breeze over the water presses her scent toward him, sweat and the sharp fragrance of Tephra mingle over the true notes of her perfume. “Where are you headed tonight?” Aldric asks with a curiosity he hopes sounds casual. He himself is headed nowhere but right here, the question is merely an excuse to hear her clear bright voice again, to hope to understand a small part of who she is before this introduction ends.

    only it aint on the surface

    Aldric



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    RE: you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, aldric - by Aldric - 04-07-2019, 09:03 PM



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