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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


    as if a glass could contain the sea || amorette
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    In any other situation she would have focussed on the better option without thinking twice. Naturally Amorette was too blind to see anything less than good, but her hurt feelings and brooding mood would even turn the most gentle soul sour. She simply couldn’t help it but to wonder if Warrick was playing a fool, pretend he didn’t remember what he had said. The other option was that he was too oblivious to notice, and that idea hurt the ebony woman even more.

    Amore’s eyes search for anything that would give away the truth, but her gaze is not one of interest, but colder and more distant than what was normal for her. Her ears are turned back, her lips pressed together in a straight line, with not even a slightest curl of the smile she usually wears. When Warrick steps forward she doesn’t back away, but neither does she welcome him into her space.

    Her head rises slightly as his words make her expression look even more sour and bittersweet she realises that Warrick does not have a clue at all. The flick of her tail is sharp; she is annoyed, upset and hurt, even a little angry with him too. Again he questions her. ”I haven’t,” she resolutely replies, with a quick shake of her dark head. And that’s exactly the problem, since the Overseer had proven himself twice to think otherwise.

    His muscle show makes Amorette grimace. For a short moment her ears are pressed against her neck, and her head rises even more. Not that she’s ever a match to his height, but it doesn’t stop her from expressing that she objects to the way he is showing his frustration.

    Her hurt and upset glare burns into his features. ”Why?” she repeats, retreating as if he has giving her a slap in the face. Physically he hadn’t touched a hair on her body, but verbally he just hit a homerun. On top of that, he makes her voice it out herself. ”Because why else would you insinuate that I brought that wretched vampyric bitch back into Tephra?” And he even had ignored her – and her hurt reply – afterwards.

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.




    @[Radar] They make my heart ache for them <3
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    RE: as if a glass could contain the sea || amorette - by Amorette - 02-16-2018, 02:33 PM



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