03-18-2018, 02:55 PM
”I’m not so sure about smart,” he admits with a contemplative blink and turn of his head. The burden of the truth weighs heavily on him and while he doesn’t yet elaborate, there is a creeping darkness in his mismatched eyes as he stares off into the distant hills. While Solace turns her back to him and descends into the pond’s depths, Castile’s body ripples forebodingly with scales. By the time she is turning to meet his gaze, he has no reptilian resemblance.
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It stirs within him, starving, restless.
He has been neglecting it, suppressing it desperately out of fear. Focus, he tells himself, and his eyes flicker from the rippling water back to Solace. ”You are too hard on yourself,” the reassurance is spoken with the most tender of tones despite how the creature within him is coming to life, especially at the mentioning of Amet. While they had been childhood friends, their relationship teetered and was finally quashed because of a woman. He heard the tales of Hyaline’s beginning and what transpired while mother ruled Nerine’s shores. Castile almost indulges Solace, but reconsiders; it is news of the past, no longer important.
”Hyaline remains a sanctuary and it still has an abundance of life,” he glances in the direction they had left her home behind just as she does. There is a heaviness in her voice as doubt clouds her thoughts. Tentatively, Castile reaches forward to brush her shoulder. It is their first bit of contact and while a greater part of him wants to savor the fleeting intimacy, he instead reels back.
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”I’m dangerous, Solace.” He doesn’t know how to begin – how to continue – and he doesn’t want this to ever end. ”I don’t have control… And I don’t ever want to hurt you,” but he doesn’t mean by breaking her heart. Another dragged step is taken back, almost afraid that an inner hunger will set him loose.
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It stirs within him, starving, restless.
He has been neglecting it, suppressing it desperately out of fear. Focus, he tells himself, and his eyes flicker from the rippling water back to Solace. ”You are too hard on yourself,” the reassurance is spoken with the most tender of tones despite how the creature within him is coming to life, especially at the mentioning of Amet. While they had been childhood friends, their relationship teetered and was finally quashed because of a woman. He heard the tales of Hyaline’s beginning and what transpired while mother ruled Nerine’s shores. Castile almost indulges Solace, but reconsiders; it is news of the past, no longer important.
”Hyaline remains a sanctuary and it still has an abundance of life,” he glances in the direction they had left her home behind just as she does. There is a heaviness in her voice as doubt clouds her thoughts. Tentatively, Castile reaches forward to brush her shoulder. It is their first bit of contact and while a greater part of him wants to savor the fleeting intimacy, he instead reels back.
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”I’m dangerous, Solace.” He doesn’t know how to begin – how to continue – and he doesn’t want this to ever end. ”I don’t have control… And I don’t ever want to hurt you,” but he doesn’t mean by breaking her heart. Another dragged step is taken back, almost afraid that an inner hunger will set him loose.