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Assailant -- Year 226
"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
[open] i leave you my dust and dry bones
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12-25-2018, 11:20 PM
12-26-2018, 01:44 AM
it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; He often lays low, observing from the outskirts but not typically venturing out. He has done so more often as of late, but still, it has been sporadic — perhaps once in the last several months, and only recently to satiate the pit of lust that had settled inside of him. He grew tired of their monotonous lives, their trivial troubles. It was always the same; the same tired story, strewn across the pages of everyone’s book, but everyone acting as though it was their first time reading it. Occasionally, he could pretend to listen, could force himself through the niceties of conversation to remain an almost contributing member of society. It was almost always just an act. The few that struck his interest could only hold it for so long, and he found that he preferred the quiet of his own mind instead of their constant stream of thoughts. Tonight is no different, as he picks his way through a deserted area of the meadow. He preferred this part of it, away from the throngs, where the only sound was the breeze as it rustled the grasses and the night-song of insects and owls that swooped from the moonlit sky. Their voices cannot reach him hear, not by his ears or by his mind. He is content to be on his own, that is, until he hears a sound. A strangled sound, muffled and strained, and deftly his vision shifts; he searches through the cool blues and purples of the landscape, until it settles upon her trembling mass of oranges and reds and yellows, nearly hidden by the meadow grasses. He stands, a calculating tilt of his head, knowing he could easily slip away, perhaps not unnoticed, but likely unbothered. Instead, he moves forward, his bright blue coat appearing oddly swarthy in the dark of the night. There is no malice in his intentions, but the lines of his face are hard and stoic, the flat tone of his voice shattering the silence as he says simply, ”You seem upset.” The curtness of his statement is not lost on him, although he does nothing to remedy it. The fact that he even approached was a miracle; he’s not sure if he’s actually concerned, or just bored, but either way he’s here now. R A E D
12-26-2018, 07:32 PM
@[Raed]
12-31-2018, 02:02 AM
it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; He doesn’t invade her mind as he stands before her, his eyes sweeping across her golden face. She was a pretty little thing, even with the tears that cut paths down her cheeks. Even though he is tempted to simply reach in and see why there is such anguish in her eyes, he doesn’t. He rarely used his gift for prying, unless agitation during the encounter provoked him to do so, and he needed fuel for his fire. But he had nothing to gain by spying on her thoughts, and he didn’t do things just for the sake of being cruel or invasive. ”Sounds like more than a simple dream,” he says, his voice having quelled some of its previous steelines, replacing it with something more cordial. He was not malevolent by nature, and it was difficult to be so impassive as she struggled to draw back her tears. Soundlessly, he moves to position himself alongside of her, his blue skin inches from her aurelian own, though they do not touch; not yet. ”Osyva,” he repeats her name, and even on his cold and awkward tongue it still felt elegant. ”My name is Raed.” With an angled dip of his head, his cerulean muzzle brushes just lightly along the top of her neck – he never had been very good at resisting the temptation of flesh when laid before him, especially not one as soft and fair as she. Much of his lust had been satisfied at the beginning of autumn, and so there was nothing clandestine about the way his lips whisper across her skin. But he does nothing further, withdrawing, not wishing to startle her, and instead he asks, ”Why are you alone?” R A E D @[Osyva]
@[Raed] <3
01-07-2019, 01:13 AM
it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; She doesn’t elaborate on her dream, and he does not press the matter any further, does not delve into her mind. He would have been amused, however, to know she found him amicable. She was likely the first. Not that he was cruel, by any means, but his hospitality typically never extended beyond a single autumn night. He wasn’t trying to get anything out of her, however – also another first. He was still watching her, silently with his shadowed eyes, wondering at the fact that she is one of the few where he is curious of the thoughts inside of her head, and yet he still can’t bring himself to look. Something about her keeps him from wanting to invade her space – mentally, not physically, since he has not drawn away from her. When his touch elicits a soft glow from beneath her skin, he does not recoil, but instead he tips his head to the side in curiosity. Her alarm at her own power brings an amused upturn of his lips, the flatness of his eyes finding depth for a brief moment as he answers her surprised query, ”I don’t know you, you tell me. You’re the one that did it.” There is a new pitch to his usually too level voice, his lips still quirked in a smile. She touches his neck, and his head lowers in response, his lips coming to rest briefly at the base of her poll. He accepts her answer in silence, although apart of him would not admit that he was a little pleased that she was genuinely alone – that no one was missing her. His interest in her was strange even for him, and he hasn’t thought yet of why that might be. She gestures though to the ground below, dark and stained, and he doesn’t completely have an answer for her. ”Beqanna is different now. The old lands do not exist, and instead there are entirely new ones.” And then, for the first time, a whisper of concern flits across his eyes, as he glances down at her, adding carefully, ”There is also a plague. The meadow isn’t safe. Almost nowhere is.” R A E D @[Osyva] He has a crush on her if that's not obvious :|
01-16-2019, 12:10 AM
@[Raed] <3
01-27-2019, 03:34 AM
it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; He had not expected his words to stir such a response from her, and when she presses into him it causes his skin to burn – a heat that he has to force to die away, for he recognizes that the closeness is out of a desire for consolation, and not want. He was, at his core, decent and kind, even if it was buried beneath layers of grit and something that solitude has hardened. But he softens himself, for her. His blue lips find her poll again, caressing briefly against her skin, his voice low as he says, ”I didn’t mean to upset you.” There are few that he has come across that knew the Beqanna that he had been born into, but judging by her reaction, she was one of them. He had looked for the Chamber, when he had first come back, but it was apparent that everything was gone. The new lands had been long since established by the time he got here; they already had their own histories written across them, by generations that he did not know. It was why he had remained on the outskirts, having little interest in blending with the strangers that crawled across the lands. But something about her stirred something in him. Something protective, something that made him want to pull her close and shield her from what was happening. His cerulean nose brushes against her cheek, the words leaving his mouth slowly, as though he was testing them before he said them, ”I can find you someplace safe to go. There are a few safelands.” A pause, then, as he adds wryly, his mouth still lingering near her skin. ”They aren’t like what we knew before, but they’ll do.” R A E D @[Osyva] | ||||||||||||
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