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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]  In my field of paper flowers // Any
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    Oooooh, Sylva.

    It’s been so very, very, very long.  Have you missed me, like I’ve missed you?

    Probably not.  We didn’t end on the best of terms, I know.  What with me seeing other lands and all that and being unfaithful and you not doing anything to stop me from leaving.  That really broke my heart.  You could’ve said something. Anything. Anything at all. And to tell you the truth, I’ve been elsewhere for while now. Doing who knows what with who knows who. But they were so cute though.

    So Worth it.

    But. Anyways. 

    Yes, I did really miss you. Missed us.  
    So I’m back now!  And the good news is that we can pretend nothing ever happened. Because nothing did happen.

    What was I just talking about?

    I dunno.
    But in the meantime I’m going to say something to Sparkles and Foggy over there.

    “OH, Is this a game?!” Isqueal, overshooting my momentum and blazing past the pair of them for a moment before I find the means to stop myself and round back around to them. I’m in my typical non famcy skin; just my usual gorgeous pink and yellow horsey body today. “Me first! I am a professional guesser, ya know. And I won’t even listen to your thoughts.”

     I scrutinize him as he flickers there, my beady black eyes studious and almost cross from the effort. “I’m going to guessssss…thattttttt drawing the words out long and all sing-songy like any expert guesser would. “You ate him and gave him the worst present ever for his birthday.  Not necessarily in that order.  Or maybe it is.”

    Smiling triumphantly, my eyes dash excitedly back and forth between them, “what’s my prize?” And then, just because I’m curious and just because I could, I blew a small gust of air at Foggy, curious to see if he’d twirl and dance like the smoke rising off of a burning body. 


    @[Sabra] @[Rajanish] I’m sorry
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    In my field of paper flowers // Any - by Sabra - 09-25-2020, 10:57 PM
    RE: In my field of paper flowers // Any - by Jackel - 09-29-2020, 10:48 PM



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