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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]  [Magnus] i don't wanna slow dance in the dark, the dark;
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    I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
    I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

    It is a moment of peace carved out from chaos and he allows himself to relax in it.

    What good was fighting the ending of the world if one could not appreciate the beauty of what still existed? He smiles at her, glancing down toward the child who sniffs and wiggles and weaves around her mother. His eyes warm with affection as she bleats upward, trying to move her lips in a way that will allow her to form her name. He laughs then, rich and appreciative, eyes dancing when they find her mother once more. “Segolene,” he repeats the name, testing it for a moment before nodding.

    “It is a name befitting of any Amazon warrior.”

    It is a name his mother would have liked.

    Heart warmed, he flicks his ears forward as she immediately launches into plans and proposals for the coming days, and he laughs again, although not unkindly. He reaches over to pull gently on her mane before beginning to smooth it down, working through the knots. “You just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Aysel. The work can wait.” He pauses, pulling back to look her in the eyes. “It will be waiting for you when you have fully healed. We will have plenty of need for those with your experience and insight.”

    But he doesn’t want to dwell on it now. Doesn’t want to think of the weight now resting squarely on his shoulders, the responsibility that he has taken on once more, the fate of Tephra in this tumultuous times now curled in his palm. He focuses on their daughter, hoping to keep such darkness from her for at least a while. His smile grows crooked as Aysel nips at him, her words reassuring, but it blossoms into something more when their daughter does her best to imitate them, the words cracking through the air.

    He drops his head so he can look at her. “That means a lot to me, darling.” He musses her mane. “I promise that I will do my best by you.” He stands up straighter to look at his daughter. “By both of you.”

    I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine

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    RE: [Magnus] i don't wanna slow dance in the dark, the dark; - by magnus - 11-05-2018, 01:40 AM



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