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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


    [private]  soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you
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    the waves listened

    He stayed — he had promised Alcinder he would after all.  The thing was, though, is that he stayed longer that the stipulation he had given the boy required.  Soran knew that Oceane was already back, caught her scent every time Alcinder decided to grace him with his youthful presence.

    Soran should have left long ago; he should have given Alcinder a gentle "I'll see you again," and been on his way but... he hadn't done that.  Regardless of his staying, he still saw that imaginary timer ticking down, counting down his inevitable departure that he was prepared to take because he did not belong here.

    Maybe that is why he kept up his nomadic nature within the borders of Loess.  Each day he would move, never going towards the coast, but no matter where he went he never failed to return to the canyon den Oceane had shown him long ago.  Somehow - a miracle or curse - he never ran into Oceane.  This unnecessary, unwanted dance between them led to more tension resting on his withers than normal.

    He did not go out of his way to change his nature though, and perhaps, he should have.  Tomorrow he could do that, he thought as he casually stood alongside the hot springs he had come to discover not too long ago.  It was not the ocean, and yet the sound of the water was just as relaxing.

    Solitude is something, he learned, was pleasant enough.  Were one to delve deeper though they would see this is only something he has come to believe as a result of what happened all those years ago in Melitusa.

    One of his ears twitch back, and he catches her scent before she calls out for his attention.  Once she does his head turns to look over his shoulder.

    She's whole and well — or as well as she could be.

    Oceane does not give him any normal greeting, and his lips quirked up in amusement.  That amusement shifts into a slight surprise at the touch she gives him, although his reaction to it is not that noticeable.  He chooses to ignore the touch, hitching a back hoof up.  "If you come looking for answers as to why, I regret to inform you I can't give you much."  It had been just an instant, seemingly natural change.  However, because his mind does believe it came up with the reason why himself, he does choose to say something more on it.  "I didn't feel like disappointing him further."  He tells her as his gaze turned back to the springs.

    His gaze doesn't remain there for long though at her gentle confession, and he can admit that it's good to see her, too.  "And you, Oceane.  I'm glad to see you're alright."  He tells her just as tenderly, knowing that he had already thought about how if he had known, he would have tried to go and see her there.  Yet he had kept himself sequestered away from the rest of the world, from anyone that he might possibly find anywhere in Beqanna.

    It had been as much as a way of hiding away as it had been a way to heal.  His self-isolation had helped in ways he hadn't known it would, and a part of it still did feel like running away but a large part also felt like a slow march to acceptance.

    However, he still would rather not go near the ocean, still carried that heavy guilt, still heard that joyful laugh.

    Both of his ears flicked back at her next words, unease rising inside.  He couldn't stay.  His mouth opened immediately to tell her that, come tomorrow, he would very well be gone.  His tongue stills itself though as she carries on the conversation.

    There's a clear unwillingness in him to simply let it all be left for later, but she did not wish to speak about that right now.  He wasn't going to go against that — even if he wanted to.

    The sigh he releases is one that shows his willingness to accept what she suggests.  "Whatever you'd like."  He says, giving her a soft smile.  Yet, he wouldn't be Soran if he didn't ask her that she was sure she would rather wait to discuss other things.  "Are you... are you sure?  I just—"  he sighs, knowing he is drawing the conversation towards what she said they could speak about tomorrow.  "I've outstayed my welcome long enough — you're home, I told Alcinder I would be gone once you were."




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    RE: soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you - by Soran - 04-29-2020, 12:21 PM



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