01-02-2019, 10:12 PM
and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
Gilt is posed as the essence of innocence that Castile has long since forgotten existed. His metallic eyes dance brightly across the boy’s face, then down along his body to note how much of Starlin lives on. It’s difficult to see once the colt buries his face into the meat and relies on his knees to hold the carcass in place as it’s shredded. A smile, beaming and proud in nature, stretches widely across Castile’s face. The sincerity has been a rare visual in his life as of late. Joy has escaped him for months as he succumbed to life’s stressors and the aches of his blackening heart.
Castile has thought himself incapable of love, and yet when he looks down at his son, there it is – thrumming in his chest.
The breath he draws in is slow, thoughtful. When he blinks, he sees Starlin flash across the back of his eyelids. Struggling to fathom her demise, Castile forces her memory to the far crevices of his mind. She will be a part of him, always, and in their young boy who will thrive. ”Your mother loved you very much,” he doesn’t know the validity of the statement as it falls unbidden from his lips. Starlin had been passionate, however, and kind, making even Castile believe it.
Underneath the midday sun, Castile considers the boy as he nestles to his side, full from the deer carcass. No words need to be spoken; it’s obvious how filling and enjoyable it had been. Switching his focus and unreeling his thoughts, he proposes an idea. ”Gilt, how would you like an adventure?” His own heart patters excitedly in his chest even as his son settles down. ”I want to take you to another island so we can meet others. You will have playmates.” That is something he cherished in his childhood, having friends to romp with alongside the waves. It’s the least he can offer Gilt, his first of many memories.
Stepping back, Castile contorts his body and shifts fluidly back into that of an immense dragon, prepared to lift himself and Gilt and soar across the sea to new adventures.
Castile has thought himself incapable of love, and yet when he looks down at his son, there it is – thrumming in his chest.
The breath he draws in is slow, thoughtful. When he blinks, he sees Starlin flash across the back of his eyelids. Struggling to fathom her demise, Castile forces her memory to the far crevices of his mind. She will be a part of him, always, and in their young boy who will thrive. ”Your mother loved you very much,” he doesn’t know the validity of the statement as it falls unbidden from his lips. Starlin had been passionate, however, and kind, making even Castile believe it.
Underneath the midday sun, Castile considers the boy as he nestles to his side, full from the deer carcass. No words need to be spoken; it’s obvious how filling and enjoyable it had been. Switching his focus and unreeling his thoughts, he proposes an idea. ”Gilt, how would you like an adventure?” His own heart patters excitedly in his chest even as his son settles down. ”I want to take you to another island so we can meet others. You will have playmates.” That is something he cherished in his childhood, having friends to romp with alongside the waves. It’s the least he can offer Gilt, his first of many memories.
Stepping back, Castile contorts his body and shifts fluidly back into that of an immense dragon, prepared to lift himself and Gilt and soar across the sea to new adventures.
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@[Gilt] and now they can merrily make their way to the Island Resort to PARTAYYY