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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


    Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, Heartworm/Irisa
    #8
    tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more;

    All around her, skeletons, and she hasn’t a clue.
    Irisa is rainbows and sunshine, living amongst fantastical creatures. She wears a rainbow on her body and takes flight with the birds, laughs and dives amongst them. She is brightness is a terribly concentrated form, shaped in ways even Heartworm doesn’t understand.
    She’s never seen a skeleton. Never seen the night sky, either.

    All around her are haunted things but she doesn’t know darkness so she doesn’t know to look for it, doesn’t know that the particular architecture of the forest is not supposed to quake so, that lions should not lay down with lambs.

    Death isn’t so much as a concept.

    ***

    Heartworm wants to scream. She considers killing the girl, but she cannot – there is still something of a motherly instinct about her, and besides, what would this world do if blood was spilt across it?
    (She remembers the flies in the bird’s eyes. When they started to die. It won’t happen again.)

    The girl turns her head and she sees it, the ugly contusion of her face. Someone else hurt her, too. Instinctly, Heartworm tries to glamour over it, change the girl, but the wrongness of her resists it, rejects her as a body rejects an organ.

    She can’t be here. Can’t. She’ll poison the land.

    ***

    Irisa looks confused.
    “We are in the meadow,” she says. Indeed, it’s a glorious meadow, lush and colorful, all flowers in bloom. Overhead, a bird as large as her mother glides.
    “And there’s no desert. Though mom can make you one, if you want,” she adds.
    She feels a bit bad for the girl. Maybe whatever happened to her face messed with her mind a bit, too.

    ***

    The plan forms and it makes her sick.
    Wake up. Reset.
    No. This is real.
    But—
    If she believes it for a moment, if she pulls herself from the reverie and takes the girl with her, she’ll be gone. She can’t find her way back twice, surely.
    Reality, like a sickness, itches at her skin as she watches the girls in a mute horror, unable to speak to them.
    Try to wake up.

    HEARTWORM


    I'm thinking to make her go away heartworm wakes them up and then irisa refuses to go back or something? idk
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    RE: Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, Heartworm/Irisa - by heartworm - 03-10-2016, 06:25 PM



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