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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


    and at once I knew, I was not magnificent [Adaline]
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    His mother had also been sick with love, sick with her unwavering obsession for Magnus even though it had never been returned. She had followed him like a whipped puppy, it had been rather pathetic. It was only out of pity that he had been produced. Of course he had never known this, had not known the pain his mother had brought on herself as well as that of Magnus’s lover which is why they had been casted from the Gates. Those stories were long ago and had little effect in the world now. But maybe he would have used them to further the reasoning of his tumultuous and unhappy life. Maybe he deserved all of it after all. The rest of his family and ancestors had been strong and confident but it seemed all it took was one weak link to destroy it all.

    There is a moment, a brief one but it exists, when she mentions that she has no home. A moment where he thinks of taking Adaline back to the Gates with him. To have someone who seems as lost as he is, someone to protect and take care of. Something close to a sense of family and a reason to live. He could help his new friend, maybe find someone who could mend her wings. Who could make her fly. It’s a fast thought that rapidly bounces around his brain but he says nothing about it, knowing how crazy it sounds. As if she needed him, this ghost of a man who can barely take care of himself. Then she would know his secrets, would see how he couldn’t sleep. Realize that he was the true freak.

    However the thought won’t go away and starts to manifest into something bigger, refusing to disappear. ”So you live here?” He asks gently. He can’t recognize the smell of the Falls, having been so long since he’s gone anywhere besides here and the Gates. The Dale and the Beach are the only other places he can recall but both hold too much damage. It’s where his nightmares had begun with the very first breath he ever took. He refuses to think of himself anymore, thinking of her instead. Living in the Meadow must be hard. She was such a fragile thing, anything could happen to her out here. ”I live in the Gates currently. I just returned really..” A pause, hesitation as he summons the courage to even ask her the smallest of offers. ”You should come visit me sometime. See if you like it.”


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    RE: and at once I knew, I was not magnificent [Adaline] - by Ledger - 08-31-2015, 05:37 PM



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