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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]  it's a jolly holiday with (Drear)y
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    don't be afraid of the fire, I'd never let you burn

    Fiorina will never admit this to anyone other than the cold boulders of the mountain, but she had cried a little when she got her sight back. It was so good for one shining moment to see the sky above her and the slopes of the mountain.

    And then her new wings rattled against her side and she saw them - bone wings. Absolutely useless for flight. She wanted to tear the mountain apart right there, to find the fairy that did this to her and sink her teeth into her and tear her apart until she was nothing but glitter.

    That would accomplish nothing, however, and instead an unfortunate mountain goat herd suffered her wrath - their carcasses left for the vultures since she didn’t even have the stomach to eat anything past a few mouthfuls.

    A few days had passed, and though the blinding rage was still present, it was fading. It flared only when she stretched her new wings and they tangled on the spikes of her side, or when she flicked her tail and it scraped against the long bones with a grating sound. All things she is sure will pass as she gets used to them - but patience never was a strong suit for her.

    Still, her sight back is something to be happy about. And when she catches a familiar scent in the meadow one day, she feels her heart leap.

    The trail leads her to a white girl with black markings - so close to being an adult now that it causes that leaping heart to constrict. Fiorina knew Drear without seeing her, but it still was painful to finally see her and see her for the first time and know that she was almost all grown up.

    “Drear.” Fiorina keeps her doubt out of her voice, instead there’s something like wonder there that makes it softer than usual. Being a mother never did come naturally to her, but there’s a special fondness for the child she shares with Roz since she wasn’t the one that had to go through the birth. It is only good memories tied up in the green-eyed girl. Her black eyes are no longer clouded with blindness and they blink with a careful smile as she takes a step closer to her daughter.


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    it's a jolly holiday with (Drear)y - by Fiorina - 09-15-2020, 08:20 PM
    RE: it's a jolly holiday with (Drear)y - by Drear - 09-29-2020, 09:16 PM



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