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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


    I need you like a heart needs a beat -- birthing
    #1
    This thread doesn't really warrant a reply, I just wanted to put it up. Also, @[insane] hi, Cassian is born.

    ryatah
    hell is empty and all the devils are here
    She was used to doing this by herself.

    Too many of her children had been born from lust and sin, and those were the times that, even in her vulnerable, blinded state, she stayed away from Skellig. Even if he was the one she wanted and needed most, she couldn’t bear the thought of him looking into the eyes of a newborn that wasn’t his. And as was her way, they were never sired by a father that would care. It was simply easier, to just do it alone.

    But this time, it’s different. This time, as she labors on the ground, tucked away in the verdant brush and trees that flank Tephra, she watches the dark clouds as they shift and float across the star-studded sky. Eadoin was her last child that she had seen – her and Skellig’s first. So many lives that she has brought into the world, and never has she even seen their faces. She cannot deny that it brought a flutter of excitement that rose in her heart, at the idea that she would see them, this time. They were not born of love, but that had never been an issue for her. Her love for her children had always been unconditional, regardless of the circumstances surrounding their conception, or who their fathers were.

    She knew that there would be two of them; even before Carnage had told her, she could feel that this was different. The idea didn’t frighten her, but the effect of the plague was still taking its toll on her, and much like with Evenstar, it made the birth more difficult than it should have been. By the time the first one slips free, her mane is clinging to her sweat-dampened neck, and her lungs were aching from her gasping breaths and wrenching coughs. Even so, she forces herself to sit up, ignoring the contractions that still tighten in her stomach as she cleans the newborn boy’s damp face. He was black, and she can’t stop staring at him – just for the simple fact that she can. Draping her head over his small body, she pulls him close against her chest, managing to murmur softly between the demanding pain that wracked her body, ”Cassian.”

    She is forced to turn her attention away from him, ignoring the incredible fatigue that had taken over her as she endures the process all over again, and a girl finally emerges. She cannot bring herself to rise as quickly as she did the first time, and for a long moment she simply lays there, struggling to regain her breath and her strength. But she can feel the little girl stirring, and at long last she turns to look at her, too. Also black – a mirror image of her brother, but with startling, ice-blue eyes, and something not entirely equine about them. ”Casimira,” but as she says it she cannot help but to stare at the girl a little while longer, a flicker of confusion in her eyes, but for a reason that she still can’t pinpoint.

    On weak and trembling legs she stands, her head lowering to once again touch each newborn in turn. Twins. Small, and black, and perfect, and she can see every curve, every angle of their tiny bodies. She lets her lips brush against Cassian’s face, before trailing her touch along the length of his back, and then repeating with Casimira. She tries to not think about the words that Carnage had left her with – that he would be back for her, once they were born. She wasn’t afraid of what he would do to her; she knew she would find a way to handle it. But the idea of anything happening to them, or to her, and having to leave them behind, was more than she could bear.




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