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    COTY

    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


    Wait for me; Any
    #1



    They lived what felt to be like a thousand lifespans. Together they were sewn. Their limbs were intermingled and attached to one another. Their eyes eternally set upon their lover. Their lips waited with baited breath for small whispers of affection. Sahm and Newton melted into each other like the sun pouring its colors into the sunset sky. There was no Sahm. There was no Newton. There was only us, they, them. Even though they wondered from the borders of Beqanna and casted shadows on foreign land, they longed to return. No other place meant the same. No other place could bring the memories back to them. They knew because they had tried.

    They walked in unison, always in contact with one another. Sahm led the conquest while Newton quietly strode beside him. Newton fully trusted Sahm and felt no need to question their destination. Instead Newton maneuvered closer to Sahm and leaned into him. He nibbled the dark tresses of Sahm’s mane with ease. It was clear that the duo shared affection regularly.

    Sahm knew as the neared Tephra that friends were beyond its borders. He also knew that neither him nor Newton were residents of the volcanic region. They lived there once. Newton could sense the familiarity of where they stood. He tucked his head beneath Sahm’s chin and inhaled deeply. The charred scent of charcoal and lava flooded him with memories of their time within Tephra. Newton straightened his posture and slowly raised his head in a manner in which he touched the formed muscles on Sahm’s chest and caressed the curves of his cheek. Sahm leaned into each kiss before whispering to his lover. ”It is alright, my love. All is right again.”

    sahm and newton
    the magician and the ice shifter

    #2
    you can have my isolation,
    you can have the hate that it brings.
      He is stirred from his reverie by movement along the southern border – two distant figures (though perhaps not so distant from him – his refined eyesight is capable of so much) shuffling through the shallow sea, as the salty brine of the ocean encapsulates them in her grasp. He does not immediately stir, instead observing their soft caresses and gentle, but fervent kisses – clearly, nothing had changed in their dynamic, but so much had changed in their absence.

      His own heart longed for such companionship, but it was not within reach – the fire burned brightly inside of him, so much more fiercely than ever before, and it stirred a flicker of fear and uncertainty in the eye of his beloved. She (his Isle) had not looked at him the same in some time – he was some distant, unreachable force, burning from the inside out, as the pyrokinesis reaches out to touch the frayed edges of his soul. He can only stomach their devotion to one another for so long, before averting his gaze to the ground, though his heavily muscled legs carry himself towards them nonetheless.

      Strangers.

      Time had come and gone, and in its place, the familiarity and connection he had once felt for Sahm and Newton had faded into strangeness. He remembered the comfort of their support, the warmth of their voices – but their allegiance had faltered; given instead to Taiga – where Romek had founded his own crumbling empire, taking away his daughter and his grandchildren, creating a rift no time could mend (though he does not fault them for this – it was not Romek they were allied with).

      He is uncertain of them now.

     Uncertain of their purpose, but longing for days long passed where things seemed simpler.
      Yearning for their kinship once more.

      ”Sahm. Newton. What brings you to Tephra?”
    you can have my absence of faith,
    you can have my everything.
    OFFSPRING




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