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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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    “Good.” She says, soft and sincere, but it does make her wonder why her sister has come at all. Heartfire is a woman made of purpose, it would be so rare for the woman to stop by just to check up on her and say hello. In fact, Luster cannot recall a time they ever spoke just for the sake of each others company.

    She is just about to ask again, prompt her further, when the blue warrior frowns and the illusion of serenity is torn abruptly from her face. It is back again in an instant but the mask is chipped now, the cracks more easy to see. Luster softens, so unsure and perhaps just a little wary because she has never seen her sister anything but unshakeable.

    “Yes?” She offers in trade for her name, those dark, wild eyes locked so uncertainly on her sisters face.

    Did you know you’re pregnant?

    Of all the things Heartfire could have asked her, that was definitely near the bottom of a rather long list. She flinches, startled, blinks and feels a heat creep into her skin, a blush burning beneath the blue and dark of her cheeks. Of course she isn’t pregnant, she’s never even been with anyone like that before. It was impossible. She was just getting a little fat around the tummy from all those apples with little Merry.

    She shakes her head slowly, those eyes so huge and round and maybe a little bashful now. “No, Heartfire, I -” But had she not been wondering why only her stomach seemed to grow, hadn’t she wondered at the flutter that turned into something more - spasms of muscle, she had told herself.

    It was impossible.

    “I’ve never been with -” anyone, she had been about to say. But those constellations, ohh those constellations. A dark man dressed in violence and bone, his lips on her skin and impossible promises whispered against the curve of her blue ear. Dovev. Ohh, Dovev. His lips on her shoulders, kissing her - her neck bent to find him, kiss the leg draped over her ribs. She burns hot now, blushes wildly beneath the shield of blue and black fur. No, it’s impossible. Just a dream, it’s just a dream.

    But it’s come to feel less and less like a dream lately, hasn’t it.

    She’s wild and unsure and so confused, so confused it hurts to breathe because it can’t possibly be true. It can’t. But Heartfire had not asked if she was pregnant, only if she knew. She is quiet for one, two, three seconds that stretch into a dozen eternities as she finds that crystalline blue gaze and holds it with a confused, furrowed brow. “Why do you think i’m pregnant, Heartfire?” She’s so, so soft that even the snow falling around them makes more noise.

    — 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, 11:51 PM



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