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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]  say 'I love you' when you're not listening - Breckin
    #21

    Leilan
    a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
    could have so many ragged holes inside
    Of course, she doesn’t budge easily. She never would. But that’s the point entirely; if he hadn’t needed to fight for her, if she’d given in easily when they met like most girls do, then she wouldn’t be her, and then he’d probably never given her a second thought. His hold is strong enough for now though, even if she struggles a bit - but it’s been such a long day, and full of emotion, and perhaps it’s taken it’s toll on her as much as it had on him. Nevertheless, perhaps it’s good that she can’t see the idiot satisfactory smile that lines his face when she says something that resembles ‘oof’ more than anything, and when he knows she can’t get away - at least, unless she’d really try harder or would say something that would really hurt, but she doesn’t, so she probably just doesn’t really want to.

    She keeps talking though - that he is deserving? Well perhaps he is and perhaps he isn’t; he wonders how much of her comment is truth and how much of it is wish, but he knows that he’ll do anything to deserve her in the future. He just will have to make do with the past - and the results of that past. His mind wanders a little, maybe he should visit Chryseis again, but then Breckin tells him to forget about the world. Doesn’t ask. Just demands, like when she’d told him to stay with her.

    He can’t ignore any demands of hers, so, he nods against her shoulder, ultimately releasing her just a little. Enough to wriggle away if she still wants to, but he doubts that she will, so it’s safe to let her go; if by letting go that means he’s not holding her in such an unmoving embrace anymore but instead moves to place a kiss on her shoulder, and then one behind her ear where her skull connects to her neck, where the tissue is soft and warm. He might not know what she had thought to say just now, but she doesn’t need to. And he doesn’t actually want her to talk any more either - so for once he doesn’t chime in any words of his own because God knows she might just react to them again. Instead he produces a hum that’s supposed to be agreement, or perhaps it’s just that he wants the sound to resonate in her chest, or just that he likes the way she feels. All of it probably - but while he breathes in her scent it is so easy to forget what he was thinking of just moments ago, and he’s eager (perhaps too much) to succumb to her wish. The one she hadn’t spoken out loud but which is the result of her demand of him and is so easily spoken aloud by her body language.

    To make her forget the rest of the world, too.
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    @[Breckin]
    Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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