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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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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    I want
    to touch the stars.
    I want  
    to hold them
    like I do your heart

    gingerly,
    in the cradle of my hands
    as if
    it were made
    of dragonfly wings
    and the slightest jar
    would crush it.

    I want
    to keep you here
    I want
    to screw the lid
    on tight
    but glass is much
    too fragile
    for us
    Lagertha & Wessex
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