01-24-2018, 02:18 PM
Castile had ached for Solace; it haunted him knowing that he left her behind due to his own cowardice. He had hurt his opponent in battle; what would often be considered an impressive feat only bled regret into his gut. No one should be maimed in such a way, but the adrenaline took over. It blinded him of his sanity, and once a drop of blood spread across his tongue for the first time, there was no stopping him.
Never seeking out his opponent to guarantee his sentence, Castile fled to solitude.
He expects Solace to be angry with him, to look upon him with disdain as he forged his way to Hyaline, but she surprises him with the floating lightness of her voice. There had been no wings before, but Solace sports them with an elegant grace that captures his attention and never lets go. A smile tips up the corners of his mouth as he peers up at her, enjoying the excitement that paints her face. ”You’re a natural!” He calls up to her, his own expression beaming. It has been years since he last took to the skies with company at his side.
With the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, Castile doesn’t notice how the feathers of his wings fall away to a leathery membrane. What would’ve been thin, pink skin ripples into hardened scales.
Too engrossed in Solace, Castile takes flight after her and takes pause only when their bodies are within close proximity. ”Welcome to the club,” he says with a bout of laughter that rattles his bones.
Never seeking out his opponent to guarantee his sentence, Castile fled to solitude.
He expects Solace to be angry with him, to look upon him with disdain as he forged his way to Hyaline, but she surprises him with the floating lightness of her voice. There had been no wings before, but Solace sports them with an elegant grace that captures his attention and never lets go. A smile tips up the corners of his mouth as he peers up at her, enjoying the excitement that paints her face. ”You’re a natural!” He calls up to her, his own expression beaming. It has been years since he last took to the skies with company at his side.
With the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, Castile doesn’t notice how the feathers of his wings fall away to a leathery membrane. What would’ve been thin, pink skin ripples into hardened scales.
Too engrossed in Solace, Castile takes flight after her and takes pause only when their bodies are within close proximity. ”Welcome to the club,” he says with a bout of laughter that rattles his bones.