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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


    Wallace;
    #3
    BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
    OF MOVING ON
    It doesn’t escape his notice how tartly she reacts to him, how easy it is for her to scoff and turn away. He reads all of this, wanting nothing more than to peel back the layers and investigate further. There are reasons for this, but he cannot fathom. Had he been cruel before? A contributor to the darkness that now shrouds Beqanna? It worries him, and the concern reaches his face as he looks at her, his smile immediately faltering.

    ”Ea,” he echoes with a frown, his expression furrowed thoughtfully but with no success. ”And Ashley? Two mares?” Was that truly how Ischia came to be? Him with two women at his side? It escapes him that Ashley had been a male, and that Ea was truly the leader among them while Tiphon merely supported her and the vision she had for their home. All the memories and the roles he played once before escape him, but he doesn’t understand why. The names she offers and the punctuated explanation only frustrate him further, but not toward her – at himself. ”No,” he reiterates with a shrug, ”they don’t ring a bell.” Even with her eyes trained on him, Tiphon wracks his mind hoping that something – anything – will shake loose. He has no memory of what he had once been, and the fact of it haunts him as Wallace snaps at him, still irritated.

    A low hum vibrates through his core as his molten eyes fall to the sand before climbing back up to her face where he tries desperately to search her eyes for the reasons that do not come.

    Our history was nothing, she quips. It doesn’t matter. Tiphon didn’t realize how her response would stab into him, twisting deeper into his heart. ”Then why do you seem mad?” Wallace is the first – and only – one to recognize him from a life he has no recollection of. She is a flame, he a moth; he flocks to her, wants to be as close as he can and hear her reminisce. The magnetism edges him a step closer and keeps her from leaving. ”It does matter.” He pauses, refraining yet from lifting her chin in kindhearted hopefulness because that can’t fix everything. ”It matters to me.” And it does, truly. His heart yearns to mend her wounds, to apply a balm to the pain of her past misgivings in life. If he had been cruel then, he wants to rectify it as much as he can. He wants to make right of what he did wrong.

    With a heavy breath, Tiphon drops his head to below hers for a few heartbeats, mulling over what may come. ”Tell me everything.”

    TIPHON
    STARLACE AND INFECTION


    @[Wallace]

    She could mess with him or be sweet or get the man of her dreams hahaha
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    Messages In This Thread
    Wallace; - by Tiphon - 11-08-2018, 10:16 AM
    RE: Wallace; - by Wallace - 11-09-2018, 02:38 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Tiphon - 11-09-2018, 04:10 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Wallace - 11-09-2018, 08:34 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Tiphon - 11-13-2018, 06:39 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Wallace - 11-18-2018, 08:56 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Tiphon - 11-26-2018, 11:28 AM
    RE: Wallace; - by Wallace - 11-28-2018, 08:22 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Tiphon - 11-30-2018, 10:22 AM
    RE: Wallace; - by Wallace - 12-01-2018, 10:52 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Tiphon - 12-10-2018, 06:32 PM
    RE: Wallace; - by Wallace - 12-15-2018, 11:04 PM



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