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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


    The things we take with us (Ruinam, Any)
    #5

    -Adria-

    For a few years now she’s wanted to ignore the fear that rejection brings. It used to cripple Adria. She was shy and unblossomed, a mare who wanted to explore but couldn’t handle the setbacks that came with exploration. When she tells Ruinam about her children and then slips into the soothing waters, the Nereid feels that old ghost come to haunt her again though she’s not sure why.

    Not exactly sure.

    She knows she fancies Ruinam. But it’s not the binding sort of love she dreamed about; her desire is emotionally driven and based solely on their time spent together. She likes him very much. His curious nature, his general kindness, his overall appearance and even his quirky companion animal.

    But these things shouldn’t be enough to rattle her cage around the subject of children, right? Adria shouldn’t have to worry about whether or not Ruinam will be attracted to her after admitting something like that. After all she’d come too far to let withdrawn affection upset her so much.

    And besides, he makes it clear she doesn’t have to worry about anything anyways.

    The way his nose had slipped into her mane sent a warm shiver of delight throughout her. When he touches her again, Adria doesn’t want him to pull away. “I should be thanking you.” She smiles warmly, wading against the soft current towards him. The late afternoon sunlight from above trickled down and warmed their backs. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” The pinkish mare admits, stretching her bowcurve neck out and placing her soft, lovely mouth against his withers. She begins to groom him, if Ruinam will allow it.


    For a moment or two there’s silence between them and the dusky sounds of island animals beginning their nightly routines. When the parrot squawks and haunting lemur cries die down, Adria thinks about what her pale companion had said about being a father. “You know, having children was unexpected. But it’s been wonderful.” Adria comments to fill the void. Her shoulder is pressed into his, and she feels bold with the smell of him so strong on her scales and skin. “My family and I will always have each other no matter what. I don’t really worry about being so alone anymore.”

    For some reason, admitting this leads to the water mare kissing Ruinam’s strong, sloping back. It felt right but she wouldn’t push him. If he rejected her, Adria wouldn’t be so upset this time around. She just… wanted to. She really enjoyed the way he felt when they were together like this. “Didn’t you have any brothers or sisters growing up?” She wonders aloud, her long mane drifting over the side of his ribs and trailing down into the now-purplish water. “Maybe you remember your mother and father?”

    Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me



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    RE: The things we take with us (Ruinam, Any) - by Adria - 07-07-2019, 06:59 AM



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