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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


    [open]  Sweet speak with a mean streak; any
    #8

    aedan --

    He just laughs, unable to help it. “Cool, so I’m a home for bears now,” he says, sounding completely unbothered by what is a rather terrible nickname. That said, he wouldn’t stop her from using it if she chose to, because that would involve caring a vast amount more than he actually cares. Call him ‘dude’ for all he really cares, it doesn’t bother him. He very much does fit the spoiled youngest prince vibe, even if he’s not actually a prince. What a shame, he wouldn’t have minded having a bunch of girls trailing him just because of a title.

    Yea, he really wasn’t above that.

    She offers her own opinion on diplomacy, and he listens, curious. It doesn’t cross his mind that he hasn’t asked, just assuming this is how conversations worked. He didn’t want to ask for every piece of it, but would prefer that the topics simply flowed between the two of them, offering information freely as they cared to. It was vastly easier than constantly thinking to ask someone what they thought. ”You are probably right. Granted I haven’t really done any recruiting and only the occasional greeting. Again, useless is my speciality.”

    The topic shifts, asking if he’s actually as young as he looks. He nods. ”Yep, four, I guess. I don’t keep that great of count.” He is grown, he knows, but he really doesn’t feel like it. He still feels too young, too carefree, to be tethered by any sort of responsibility. She keeps going, and it feels like she’s been digging all this time for something specific that she keeps inching closer toward revealing. He studies her for a minute, eyes serious (though perhaps it’s hard to tell, given their strange pupil-less white), before responding.

    ”If you are trying to figure out what’s good about Tephra, what’s worth staying for, I can’t answer that for you. Not really. It’s home. It feels like home. I’ve never really thought about leaving though for the right reason I probably would. You gotta find your own reason, you know?” It’s as deep, and as honest, as he could get.


    @[Warlight]

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    Sweet speak with a mean streak; any - by Warlight - 12-19-2019, 04:19 PM
    RE: Sweet speak with a mean streak; any - by Aedan - 02-04-2020, 10:17 AM



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