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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]  Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia
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    Hyperia
    YOU’VE BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE THE FLOOD
    Perhaps, in the future, Hyperia will have enough social interactions to learn how to navigate them with grace. She will learn of the shadows that curl around her heart and sink into her bones. She will learn to wield her beauty instead of bend beneath it. But, for now, she is outclassed in this moment and left to simply follow behind Wrenley—admiring and hungry for more. Aching to learn of this world she represents.

    “I would like someone,” she admits, not sure how else to word it. How to tell this nymph of how she longs for companionship and how in her heart there is the desire for something else entirely. The desire to find and keep strangers who come to her shores. To tuck them away and never be alone again.

    But she swallows these truths and tips her childish head up toward the other. “I spend my time with the river,” she says, turning her silver-touched head back toward the waters from which it came. “It isn’t dull,” there is a slight pout to her words, her lip curling slightly before she drops her eyes.

    She laughs a little, the sound fluid and sweet.

    “Okay, well it is a little boring.”

    She turns her attention back to the older mare. “What do you entertain yourself?”
    HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL WHO FALLS IN LOVE
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    RE: Weren't you praying on your knees for me? Hyperia - by hyperia - 06-09-2021, 11:45 PM



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