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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


    heaven i'll never come home; any
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    heaven i'll never come home

    It surprises her to be heard. Often when in this temper she is taken for aloof and quickly left behind by whoever she has lured in. This time curiosity waits pleasantly before her when focus comes back into her eyes. Star-strewn girl, older than Aloy when she’d last been here. Someone she’s never seen before, could never have known before. That might be for the best.

    If there was a reason for coming here specifically she doesn’t know what it was. There are a dozen other places she might have chosen as a next stop but she had shied away, and turned back to this place she is reluctant to call home. “I don’t know, I don’t remember feeling good here.” Untrue, there were times, and the half-truth weighs on her for the fragments of a second it takes her to continue. She also feels like she’s giving too much of herself away to a half grown girl she doesn’t even know. “I just came by instinct I think. I wanted to be somewhere other than where I was.”

    Flight had numbed her and then this place seemed better than where she was. The need for distraction and idealization of a simpler past guided her wings. That was the best explanation Aloy could summon up.

    “I think I did. Things get away from you though.” How could she explain this to someone who was likely so full of wanderlust, as she had been? Hello dear heart, go ahead and venture afield… the world will just stomp and stomp on your little head and then tear away the last scrap of whatever is holding you together just to put a cherry on top. Keeping this to herself and taking a rare self-deprecating tone she adds, “Or from me anyway. I’m Aloy.”

    Shipka. A nice name, compliments are not ever quick to Aloy’s lips, but not because she does not mean them.
    “Yes, I’m going to stay. I’ve got to give it another try now that I’m here.” Shifting and resettling her wings as if having to fly herself off someplace else has anything to do with the decision to linger, Aloy fishes around for some means to carry the conversation onward. “Where are you from, Shipka?”

    Aloy


    @[Shipka] Ratty! Heart I hope I still remember how to tag LOL
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    Messages In This Thread
    heaven i'll never come home; any - by Aloy - 08-30-2020, 07:40 PM
    RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - by Shipka - 08-30-2020, 08:42 PM
    RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - by Aloy - 08-30-2020, 10:13 PM
    RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - by Shipka - 09-02-2020, 04:57 PM
    RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - by Aloy - 09-03-2020, 08:44 PM
    RE: heaven i'll never come home; any - by Shipka - 09-08-2020, 12:16 PM



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