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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


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    #11

    His comment about being glad he found her brings a genuine and warm smile to Agetta’s face. “And I you.” Kensley is her first new friend, and she certainly has no problems considering him a friend because the title feels right. She hopes that this chance meeting will not be the last time she sees him, hopes that their paths will cross each other now and again and maybe each time they will feel a little less like ghosts.

    His next words come as a bit of surprise, as any compliment does for the small white mare. She personally cannot see that he is right, though it feels impolite to correct him. So instead she smiles softly, a gentle “Thank you” as her response. She certainly does not believe it but she is genuinely grateful for the words all the same. Perhaps if Kensley knew her better, if he knew her list of sins and how vastly they outweighed all the good she had done in the world, he would know she did not deserve a future.

    But she wanted his words to be true so badly, her midnight blue eyes already shining with the hope that they are. If there is a future for her here, she cannot guess at what it might be.

    She’s distracted from her own stormy thoughts a moment later when he continues, and her heart swells with so much affection and appreciation for her new friend. The simple act of being remembered means so much to her. Instinct encourages her to close the gap between them, because a touch would better show how grateful she is for his words, but there have been decades upon decades since she has last felt the simple act of a friendly touch and they bog her legs down and root her to the spot.

    The moment passes, though it lingers like every thought in the back of her mind, and she listens with genuine interest as Kensley explains what is keeping him haunting this place. “Those are good reasons to stay. Have you been able to find them again since you’ve been back?”


    headshot by Leah! <3


    @[kensley]




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