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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    hold back the river; ainlif
    #8

    If he'd expected walking away would free him of her company so easily, he would have done it in the first place. He chuckled quietly as he made it a few more strides away. But of course, before he can fully bask in the success, her molten voice slaps at his back.

    "...maybe you ought to try it sometime." He rolled his eyes, shrugging off the sting that sank into him.
    "It may not always go right, but it doesn't always go wrong either."

    His ears flattened and he stopped to cover the falter in his step. What the hell did she know? He turned his head enough to pin her with a glare. They never seemed to effect her, though. She seemed to have an annoyingly high tolerance for his moodiness, and he was half tempted to walk over there and test the limit for that. All he'd have to do was let loose all the control he held so tight, step into her and feel a body again. Then let the beast take his aim and fire.

    She'd like it, maybe even want more of it. A blaze heated his eyes as he considered it. How much could she stand? Would it burn her to know it wasn't real? Did he even care?

    He shifted slightly for a better view of her, his liquid amber eyes once again tracing her figure openly. He teetered at the edge of a precipice; jump in or walk away to safety? It was dark and dangerous down there, a world of unknown tragedies sure to plague him with pain and regrets. Maybe a little warmth there, maybe a fleeting bout of fun, but she'd just be gone in the end. No, he thought he rather liked her alive, lord knows why, and he didn't care how irrational his logic was.

    "...doesn't always go wrong either."
    "It does for me," he snorted, turning away again but pain slowing his pace as he eased back into safety away from that threatening precipice.

    "And it would for us."

    He was being melodramatic, perhaps, but he didn't give a damn. It was best he didn't get attached to anyone, especially a wild temptress like her. If she didn't fatefully end up dead one day, then she'd just leave him or reject him. One day she'd realize how old and boring he is and move on, and he wasn't all that interested in that kind of pain either. Of course, not that he was interested or even considering these things. Not really, anyway.

    Ainlif
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    hold back the river; ainlif - by Revol - 09-17-2016, 02:15 AM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Ainlif - 09-17-2016, 05:08 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Revol - 09-17-2016, 11:00 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Ainlif - 09-19-2016, 08:57 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Revol - 09-19-2016, 10:39 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Ainlif - 09-23-2016, 10:07 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Revol - 09-23-2016, 10:40 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Ainlif - 09-24-2016, 12:05 AM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Revol - 09-24-2016, 09:32 PM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Ainlif - 09-25-2016, 12:00 AM
    RE: hold back the river; ainlif - by Revol - 09-25-2016, 12:33 AM
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