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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


    holiday party; any
    #3

    love is my religion. i could die for that.

    The plague lives within Aegean now, although it will take some time before he feels it.

    Perhaps he will realize the seed of it was planted that fateful day in the playground. Perhaps he will think it was when he turned away from that disease-ridden mare during the quest. Perhaps he will think it was something he picked up during the party itself. It doesn’t matter because the plague will not matter to the glowing white boy. He will bear the illness the way that he bears all things, with a vague curiosity and a strange, serene calmness. He will accept it as fate and will not struggle against it, even when it aches.

    Still, such thoughts are far from him now, and he is content to watch the party, to study the lights and watch as the float around, touching down and then ballooning upward. His face is stuck with awe, his youthful appreciation of the magic not hidden and the prince not attempting to act unimpressed. Still, there is a gravity to his face, his amethyst eyes as wild and ranging as the cosmos above them.

    When the girl of jade approaches, his smile tilts upward in the corners and he doesn’t waste time in approaching her. He has come from a family that is generous with their touches, and he has no shame in it now. He reaches out, pressing his nose into her feverish skin, not concerned with the proximity. For a second he lingers, drawing in her scent before he withdraws, searching her face and resting on her eyes.

    “It was too beautiful to stay away,” his voice, each syllable wrapped carefully, proper care given to every corner of every word. “I am glad that you are here.” He had been intrigued with her from the first interaction, and he remembers the vibrance of her skin, the warmth in her eyes. He recognizes the signs of the sickness in her now, but he doesn’t comment on it—not directly. He doesn’t care if she’s sick; he just wants to make sure that she is comfortable and happy. “How have you been, Evenstar?”

    Her name slips from his mouth, soft and precious and cherished.

    i could die for you.



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    Messages In This Thread
    holiday party; any - by aegean - 12-30-2018, 12:30 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 12-31-2018, 02:37 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-01-2019, 12:39 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 01-04-2019, 10:19 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-05-2019, 01:34 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 01-13-2019, 02:10 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-13-2019, 06:05 PM
    RE: holiday party; any - by Evenstar - 01-21-2019, 06:30 AM
    RE: holiday party; any - by aegean - 01-22-2019, 02:45 AM



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