Not quite what you would call refined

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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] Not quite what you would call refined

Gale

Nomad

07-01-2021, 06:01 AM

Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you

Does it matter, she asks?

Gale smiles, and the finned tail that keeps him afloat becomes something else, something barbed and sharp and good for gutting. And then it becomes a tail again, because he does not want to lose her blood to the water.

The indecisiveness is new.
Mazikeen’s fault, he knows, and the fury - at her and himself - expresses itself in the lighting that dances more rapidly across his skin.

“Will anyone miss you if you do not come home?” He asks, as casually as if inquiring her name.

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