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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


    only wonder of my world; achlyss
    #1
    “Lyss…” he beckons softly.

    The way her name rolls off his tongue is like the sea just as it touches the shore - sighing, sweet. He has missed her and it is obvious by his tone, just how much depth of emotion there is in it. Sviko knew on some level that he loved her, and that thought alone should have frightened him. It did not - her silver-roan skin and black hair blowing in the cove’s wind —

    “Lyss,” he croons again, half-expecting her to rise up from the sea like the merhorses in his mothers’ stories. The mere thought of that made his gills flutter, reminding him of all that laid beneath the waves rolling onto the silvery shore. He might have thought it a beautiful sight to behold, except it lacked something - her. She’d look more grown now, supple and curvy like he was lean and smaller than his siblings. Sviko never doubted that they wouldn’t recognize one another.

    Once, his patience might have worn thin. Not while waiting for her. He’d do that forever and longer, if he could. But as he waited, he called forth the soft blue light that usually laid dormant inside him and began to usher forth small beams that shot off and into the sea, fizzling out beneath the whitecaps. The stallion liked to think of them as beacons to guide her to him, so maybe - just maybe, she would come.

    @[Achlyss] i took some liberties but yay new post! ❤️
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    #2
    She stood alone, near the edge of the sea, the shiny black rocks of the cove behind her. The sea had never lost it’s fascination to her. She stayed here amongst the rocks and the sand and the tall seagrasses because of it, but also, also more because of him. His name is a breathy sigh on her lips, perhaps at the exact moment he says her name from someplace else. He is never far from her mind. She finds herself lingering near the edges of a society that she isn’t comfortable in just to see him.

    Smiles shy smiles when he finds her, when his lips touch her flesh and she shivers against the goosebumps that trail across her skin afterwards. She finds herself aching to fill his lips, to feel the warmth of his body against hers. Feels her heart thump in anticipation of seeing him again, of wanting him again.

    So she turns, her legs taking her in the direction that her heart was already at. She would find him, her heart would make sure of it. The waves crashed around her knees before withdrawing back into the sea as she made her way towards where the rest of the land lay. She saw the lights bouncing through the sea before she saw him along the edges of the sand. A small smile, a barely there curling of her lips, her forelock across her eyes as she pauses just a moment to take him.

    Her eyes trace across his figure, drinking him in like a glass of water after a long trek through the desert. She then looks towards where the light dances through the water and her legs take her closer. A soft breath of warmth against his neck before she slides up next to him, her eyes on the water, on the ocean and the waves that crash against the sand. “Sviko.” She says softly, a statement, a yearning. Finding him from the corner of her eyes, between the thick locks of her forelock.

    @[Sviko]
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