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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


    And still insists he sees the ghosts; Balto
    #4

    i’ve been both a saint & a viper

    His crystalline blue gaze never leaves the deep dark of her own, timidly creeping ever closer to her. Her voice - but a whisper upon the silence that surrounds them, but all the same firm and laden with sad truth - causes him to halt, frozen with a blank stare beneath a hooded brow. I remember all. He snorts, the dampness of their tongues and breath pressing into him at all sides. Her confession causes them to writhe, soft cackling of their laughter humming in his ears - they remember all, too, and they remember her. She mentions their names and they burst forth like the tide, shoving him into a stumble as they rush forward, their gnashing teeth and slick bodies desperate to mar the perfect glow of her skin. Balto watches helplessly, straightening from his tumble forward with a sadness in his eyes.

    She, of course, would not feel the way they violate her - it is all in his mind, and though the mantra it’s not real had kept him sane for so many years, its truth has worn off and does little to aid the mess that is his brain. Her voice is frightened, scared, and Balto’s expression softens as he takes a shaky step forward, unable to keep his eyes only on her gaze. The shadows claw and swarm at her and he winces, knowing that wishing them away will only anger them more. “They stayed,” he confesses timidly, dropping his head.

    The shadows sizzle with delight, swirling around her like a black mist. Tell her what you’ve done. Their voices are slithering and poisonous, their eyes shifting to gaze at him almost fondly from where they spiral her great branches, and he sighs defeatedly. Tell her she’s next.

    She’s next.

    “No.” He hisses to them between clenched teeth, his eyes looking past her at only shadows and demons visible and audible to him. They howl with displeasure, the majority of their ghoulish forms coming back to him. He closes his eyes tightly as their familiar touch ravages him, knowing their anger can easily burn through whatever control he had over their demands. “Kill me,” he begs suddenly, “before I do something else. Kill me, please.”

    The demons laugh and laugh, howling with excitement in his ears.

    You’ll never die.

    Balto




    @[Nikoline]
    this went dark real fast D:
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