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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 loyalty of a dog and its prey;
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    he must be wicked to deserve such pain;


    He makes a promise.
    It’s an old enough story. He is in love and he will do anything for her. There is no hell he would not endure for her. It is easy, to promise anything from himself to save Agetta. It is a promise he would make a hundred times.
    The promise is fulfilled, or so he thought – the dark god thundered and Garbage’s head felt as if it would fracture into a thousand pieces, but pain was a currency he had no trouble spending.
    But gods are fickle, aren’t they?

    There is comfort in this – the promise doesn’t really matter. He got what he asked for. It does not matter that he paid his debt, because to a god, this does not matter. It was nothing but pomp and circumstance, when truth is, he was always going to be at the dark god’s whim. He’d been foolish to think otherwise.

    He isn’t sure what happened, after – he remembers his head split, remembers pain and darkness, and then a terrible, insectile buzzing that seemed to permeate into his bones. There were flashes of images, glimpses of his terribly long life.
    The images blur, come apart and stitch back together. There is a sense of something changed, but he does not know what it is.
    His mind is easily to shape. He has lost himself before – more times than he cares to count – and somehow, it is almost familiar, this reset, the sense of memories stirring beneath the surface.

    He is set back into the world, where it is quiet. He doesn’t mind – he is adrift, still. His mind is a blurred, drunk thing, but he walks like he has a purpose. Like there is somewhere he must be.

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    One day, he is simply back.

    There is no wrenching of the universe, no sacrifice plays that needed to be made, no exchanging of souls. All of which Agetta had, of course, considered, even though every single past experience she's had should've taught her to be wary of deals with magicians. Her anxieties had wrestled and won against logic almost every single day since she had last seen him. Fearing the worst despite the fact that she knows what Beqanna is like. This place ebbs and flows and they are all just caught in the current. So of course they were going to come back together.

    He moves with purpose and she doesn’t hesitate to think that he is looking for her, because he always will. Even when she is somewhere that she cannot possibly be found. Just as she would for him.

    “There you are.” She says softly and there is only sweetness as she begins to move towards him, cutting across the fresh spring grass.

    Agetta approaches without hesitation, feeling her worries sink back into the depths of her heart with each step and a lightness returning in its place. And then suddenly he is close enough to touch and she reaches out for him, as she always does, to that soft black skin so she can finally assure herself he is real, safe, and back. “I’ve missed you.”

    AGETTA


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