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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


    show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Luster
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    There is no warning that today will be any different than those that have come before. No warning of the pain she will feel when her heart is torn free from the safety of her small, aching chest. It is better this way, though, to be able to greet her sister with a soft smile and love in her dark eyes as the familiar mirrored image of herself - swathed in blue and white and bruised beauty - bleeds from the shadow of the forest to greet her.

    “Heartfire,” she greets the woman with gentle surprise, stepping forward without hesitation to rub the bridge of her nose affectionately against the underside of her sisters smooth jaw, “it’s good to see you.”

    Because there is no warning, no way to know.

    There is so much she does not know, though. A haze in her life that clings like fog to every corner of a mind aching to remember, aching to be whole again. She has dreams. Strange visions in shattered puzzle pieces, memories of a dark man dressed in violence and bone, his lips on her skin and impossible promises whispered against the curve of her blue ear. She remembers more, too. The ache in her chest when they had come together, made vows as though they meant them. They had meant them.

    But those were shattered too, lost in the same brokenness turned to dust and sent to drift like the stars to a dark and endless sky.

    Except she is rediscovering them in constellations of their former selves, recalling bits and pieces that are not quite ready to be put back together yet. But even without knowing what it is she is fighting to reclaim, she is fighting hard, fighting constantly. Dragging them back to herself while she sleeps, while they try to build themselves like dreams in her mind, but she knows better - is starting to know better.

    She blinks softly, pulls back to she can look at her sister, find comfort in those electric blue eyes that have always, always seen more than they have any right to. It has never bothered Luster before, though. “What brings you out this way, are mom and dad well?”

    And she doesn’t even know to brace for impact.

    — Luster —
    so we let our shadows fall away like dust ;
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    RE: show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Luster - by luster - 11-05-2018, 07:57 PM



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