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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


    don't you ever tame your demons; luster
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    don't you ever tame your demons

    fenris

    (but always keep them on a leash)


    “That’s fair,” he offers, because he doesn’t know her—doesn’t really know this starlight girl who stands next to him in the shadows with bruises in her eyes and blood on her neck. He doesn’t know what makes her foolish, or trusting, or just kind, or if perhaps she is all three. It is not his problem, he reminds himself, but there is an inkling, the slightest pull in his belly, that tells him otherwise. He doesn’t need to worry about her or protect her—least of all from himself. And yet he stands, watches over her, dark eyes sharp, anger slowly simmering in his veins at whatever rough hands had handled her in the past.

    He laughs a little, but only because it’s easier than raging. Only because he cannot control the sands that swirl beneath him, only because he cannot summon forth demons from the depths of the earth—he cannot pour his power down the throat of whichever devil let his teeth rip her flesh. A single shiver runs up the length of his broad back, and his dark jaw clenches at the thought. He would get too much pleasure from tearing the man apart. He could imagine drowning him in the sand, blinding him, filling his belly and lungs until they burst. The thoughts brought a cruel twist to his lip, but he quickly quelled the thoughts.

    Instead he focuses his eyes on her, watches as she comes to him, as soft and trusting as a lamb. He shakes his handsome, angled head, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, humor finding its way to his dark eyes. “You are foolish for trusting me,” and then deeper, “I am a truly terrible friend.” But that didn’t matter because she was there, and something swells sin him that he cannot name—something that he has no way of categorizing. Wordlessly he gathers her near to him, his neck reaching over her own and pulling her into his broad chest. His mouth wanders over her neck, wondering at the softness of her.

    In the quiet, he breathes, “But I can try to be someone worth trusting for you.”

    [Image: fenris.gif]
    ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor
    standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before
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    RE: don't you ever tame your demons; luster - by fenris - 02-24-2017, 06:39 PM



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