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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


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    [open]  this crooked posture is all you’ve ever known; any
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    I'll settle for the ghost of you.

    It is interesting, to feel the sensation of being controlled by something outside of himself. There is a notion that he should absolutely be more concerned with the predicament he had placed himself in but the dark voice is soothing until the moment he releases his magic. A snarl of displeasure and then the voice is quiet once more. It is just him, the stranger, and the throbbing pressure in his head.

    There is a brief moment of shame as he watches the stallion breathe in deeply as flames smother to ash. It doesn’t linger, not like it normally would. This should bother him as well, normally he would be concerned. Is it the Ruins that make him feel like this or the stranger? "Terrible.” That is the answer that he tries not to think about. That is the only answer that fits.

    He should have been expecting it. That name. He wasn’t though and it shows. Fyr looks at him rather startled and it slows his tongue, keeping the rapid fire questions that storm into his head briefly at bay. The flames along his spine rise and fall, curling with anxiety. Prime, no longer a stranger, explains what he had done and he simply stares at him before nodding slowly in understanding. Fascinated and confused. “Firion didn’t send me. I haven’t seen him in a long time.” He finally manages as the silence spreads, needing a moment to sort through the list of questions he had. “Who is he to you?” He suspects he already knows but wants to hear it anyway.

    An apology is probably warranted for making Prime feel as if he had been in danger but the words never come. It doesn’t seem right, to apologize for what he was. Aela wouldn’t approve anyways. Nor did he expect one from him, it had been deserved after all. “What are you doing here?” Is what he asks instead, coming a little closer to the male and looking at him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. 

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    RE: this crooked posture is all you’ve ever known; any - by Fyr - 03-22-2022, 08:56 PM



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