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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]  the tide is brave but always retreats; colby pony
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    someone will love you but someone isn't me --

    She can’t bring herself to care about the dark or the eclipse, and she isn’t sure what that means for her.

    The numbness that has settled in her chest feels heavy as a stone, unmovable from where it has decided to lodge itself. Her memories—the things that somehow she knows are missing despite not remembering them—remain locked away, hidden behind that fog-like veil that is more infuriating than this endless night. They are right there, drifting behind the haze, always taunting her. Sometimes her heart twinges within the confines of her ribcage as if she is missing someone, and an unexplainable feeling in her gut tells her that it is not Ivar despite having spent years on that island with him.

    With her children grown and gone she has nothing to keep her anchored anywhere, and the way her bones ache with wanderlust tells her that perhaps she had never been meant to be kept anywhere at all.

    She follows the sound of the river, follows it until she is right at the edge of it. It was strange, the way the sound of water made her feel. There is the peculiar feeling that she loved the river; that maybe this had been one of her favorite places, and the sound of water rushing along the banks makes her heart flutter. But it reminds her too of the island, of sharp teeth on her neck and that unnerving feeling of not having control of her own thoughts or body, and the way anxiety grips her chest almost causes her to turn away.

    It is only the soft hush of a voice—so quiet she almost had not heard it—that makes her turn her head, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dark but eventually making out the shape of a stallion. His question, though not meant for her, brings a slow smile to her face, and she finds herself stepping closer to her. “I ask myself that all the time,” and of course he has no way of knowing how true that is—that she isn’t even sure if her name is really Chryseis, only that that was what Ivar had called her. “I decided that maybe if I don’t know, it means I get to reinvent myself.”

    -- C H R Y S E I S


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