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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


    [mature]  Machina Arcana - (Starsin)
    #11

    Vadar

    Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one

    If he was burning before, now he is nothing but an inferno. Together they twist and smear, red and white lights that dance through the thick fog around them. Her words are breathless and filled with desire, (desire for him) and he takes that emotion like a long drink of water before diving into the ocean of her body completely. His past disappears, her transgressions are forgotten, and the only thing that seems to remain is the sensation of something as it slicks across her shoulder and ribs where he grips her hard.

    “Starsin.” He mutters once, tracing the lines of her constellations from above with his bright eyes.

    To quiet himself he buries his nose into the soft rise of her satin grey withers, drives with longing first and then finishes with lust. Maybe he knows that this is nothing to her - that he might never see the night sky like this again - and it fuels his greed into something that borders on passion. Sylva alone hears them but makes no noise in return.

    Vadar devours her sensuality whole and falls eagerly into her beautiful darkness, sensing a hidden part of himself being melted down and forged anew by their actions before the buildup of their deadly teasing rushes through him and into her. He’s done it, then. Consumed something forbidden without betraying his own set of principles. Immediately he withdraws from her and staggers backwards, chest heaving.

    She seems different now, standing there like that.
    The quiet fills up with noise in the absence of the two horse’s sound; crickets chirp again and Vadar blinks as he composes himself. He doesn’t know what to say and feels like words would fail to make any sense, so the crunch of his hooves as they turn him around and push him into the darkness are the only semblance of a goodbye Starsin will get.

    He leaves her there and doesn’t look back.

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    #12

    and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.

    She has never let anyone besides Ophanim touch her, and if she wasn’t so alight with her want and her lust, she would have noticed that there was a part of her that was apprehensive. She would have noticed that beneath the way her body trembles and seeks the closeness of him, there are pin-pricks of fear and nerves; that somewhere in the back of her mind, in the darkness of her subconscious, she is terrified of what she is about to do – of what she’s letting him do.

    But the feel of him on her, and inside of her, is enough to completely smother every doubt before it could surface. Her skin shivers where his legs grip on either side of her, and the feel of his breath along her neck and his voice in her ears is enough to make her forget that what she was doing was wrong. He says her name like maybe he doesn’t despise her so thoroughly the way she had thought, and she hates that spark of hope that is stirs in her. She doesn’t even remember that this was supposed to be her way of avenging her already depleted self-worth. All she knows is the way her heart quickens in her chest, matching the sudden acceleration of her breathing and the way she can no longer control the soft sounds that fall from her tongue when she shudders underneath of him.

    Her neck is dark and damp with sweat when he slides from her, her eyes closing for a moment as she collects herself. Her mind is a fog, and she can’t hear what he is thinking, but it is the sound of him retreating that causes her to turn.

    She can’t explain the way her heart drops. They weren’t anything; they were never supposed to be. But
    it didn’t change the way she suddenly felt so entirely, completely used. It didn’t change the way her skin flushed hot with shame, and the way she had to fight tears that she could feel burning in her throat. But she doesn’t go after him; she doesn’t call to him. Instead, she waits until he is long out of ear shot before she whispers in a voice that is somehow frigid and trembling all at once, “Fuck you, too.” And then she turns, to go back to Loess.

    starsin

    it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
    ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )



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