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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


    She walks the night, how many hearts will die tonight [Spark]
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    Ledger

    His words are meaningful but lost on her. She does not understand (cannot understand) and yet he presses his face against the warm supple flesh of her neck. Breathing her in and for a moment… For a moment… She is Ellyse and he shudders into her fur. Breathing her in, his lips finding warm skin with a soft kiss of longing. And then it comes rushing back and he rolls his head against her, a soft moan grumbling from deep within his chest.

    ”It’s gone. It’s done.” He tries, tries to grasp the thin spider web of his thoughts and memories. Memories of the Dark God and his cruelty had reached new heights this time. All the magic that had befallen his fate was nothing to the casual way he had pulled the wool from his eyes. The way he had exposed his love for what it was… Nothing. A joke. Tainted.

    ”Love is nothing. Nothing.” He hisses into her jaw, pulling away sharply as the anger grows once more in his chest. His whole body vibrating with rage as sharp claws break through solid hooves and teeth slip from beneath his upper lip. Half bear, half equine. All anger and disjointed thoughts. ”She will come for me…. She will come for me…” He whispers to himself, mumbling low as he turns back to the ocean. As the salt and sea spray against his open chest, closing his eyes and sighing softly. ”No she won’t.”

    The childish laughter falling from his lips, giggling at his pain. At what he has become. ”I keep trying to die but they won’t take me.” He laughs, laughs at the absurdity of how the ocean spits him back out. As the bear refuses to be beaten. Even now he sees Magnus, beckoning to come to a peaceful sleep that he can’t find. ”Do you see him?” He whispers, the good eye bright only for a second. The swirling emptiness of his glass heart making him ache with a longing he can’t put a finger on.

    ”She won’t have me. Death won’t have me.”  A pause as he turns back to her. ”I see them. I see showers. I see stars.” Leaning back into her, searching the warmth of her body as if she holds all the answers he can’t unearth from his scorched mind. ”I see sparks.”

    No sleep tonight
    I'll keep driving down these dark highway lines



    @[Spear + Spark]


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    RE: She walks the night, how many hearts will die tonight [Spark] - by Ledger - 11-03-2017, 12:20 AM



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