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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


    a tattoo and a smile; any
    #4

    Youth is somewhat taxing. On the one hand, you have the energy and bravado to face anything that comes your way with the false idea that you can somehow overcome or defeat it. On the other hand, you have an almost unlimited supply of stupidity that goes along with thinking you’re invincible. He can see this mix clearly in the painted mare, and her blasé reply only elicits the tilt of his head while his eyes narrow with an unspoken really?. He exhales, focusing then on the empty air between them where instantaneously he conjures a single blue flame. Though it’s rather unimpressive, the heat it generates is still incredible.

    “See this flame?” He says, speaking to her like a reprimanding father. “Right now, it’s in the safe area between us, just hovering there, not annoying anything or anyone. But,” He quips, and then the flame is gone, re-appearing inches from her supple nose. “If I move it to the border of your face and open space, it’s gathering attention - without hurting you.” He explains, putting emphasis on the word ‘without’. The flame snuffs out then, leaving no smoke trail or indication that it was ever there, besides perhaps a rather warm area on her nostrils. “If I move it only one or two more inches though …” He says, trailing off while his shoulders roll in a bored shrug.

    “Then somebody gets hurt.” He ends, eyes piercing her own. “Get it?” He asks, “Good.” He turns away from her then, finding her presence already a bit too irritating for him to handle in large doses. He doesn’t ask her to follow or come along, because he assumes she’ll do whatever she wants anyways. And in his book, everyone gets one free pass as being a complete idiot. So this was her’s. She’s speaking again though, and he peers back to look at her with mild boredom. “Well then you’re useless to me if you’ve got nothing to offer. And in the same case you’re useless to any other kingdom. I’m not looking for a free-loader.”

    His mouth twitches, and the usually reserved king mumbles under his breath something about how he already has plenty of those to go around. “However,” He begins, gathering his composure for a few more seconds, “If you actually want to do something with your life instead of being a nobody, then we can talk.” His face, turned away from her but not hidden, twitches with the hint of a smirk

    Tiberios

    king of the falls




    Messages In This Thread
    a tattoo and a smile; any - by Tisiphone - 09-30-2015, 07:02 PM
    RE: a tattoo and a smile; any - by Tiberios - 10-01-2015, 01:25 PM
    RE: a tattoo and a smile; any - by Tisiphone - 10-01-2015, 05:50 PM
    RE: a tattoo and a smile; any - by Tiberios - 10-02-2015, 06:49 PM



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