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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


    everyone I know goes away in the end, Skellig or anyone
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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

    This is not the Beqanna of his childhood.

    The kingdoms are gone, swallowed into themselves and reformed into something new entirely. The horses he had loved are long gone, having either ventured outward into the great beyond, searching for some treasure they could not find nestled within Beqanna’s breast, or washed out to sea. This is not even the Beqanna of several years ago, and his heart thrums in his chest at the reminder of the Reckoning and the way the earth had shifted, chaos rippling out throughout the land in the hearts of her children.

    Still, when he looks up, it is the Beqanna of old that he sees.

    They stir up the dust in the back of his mind, bringing forth memories—faint as they are. He frowns slightly in thought as he considers the pair, the ivory of her nestled next to the green of him. He would never have guessed that they would be amongst the newcomers that he would greet on this day.

    Still, he doesn’t deny the nostalgia and joy that floods through him at the sight of them.

    Magnus doesn’t waste any time in making his way toward them, eyes warming as he watches the affection between the pair, the love something worn as smooth as a river stone. “Hello there,” recognition lights up in his eyes as he regards them both, although he would never dream that they would recognize him. He had been a different stallion in those days, although immortality had preserved much of him.

    But he wore more scars and even immortality couldn’t keep the weight that has settled on his shoulders.

    “Welcome to Tephra, Ryatah and Skellig.” Their names rise in his mind and he brushes the dust off them as they leave his lips, hanging in the air as if they belong there. “I’m Magnus. How can I help?”

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



    hi we're going to pretend he's met them in the old days or at least knew of them.

    kthnx ily both. <3
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    RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Skellig or anyone - by magnus - 11-06-2018, 11:07 PM



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