08-24-2018, 09:27 AM
Sabra’s anger is ebbing as she melts into his voice and into his touch. They become one so easily, so effortlessly, that it’s almost painful to have pulled away from her to search the emotion in her eyes. The edges of his muzzle are cold and raw without her body heat spreading across him even as the river gurgles underfoot. She is all he needs for warmth right now as the world recedes from his attention. There is only Sabra.
The admiration coating her words is infectious as she describes their sons (we have twins!). Elation spreads through Castile like poison, reaching from the very tips of his ears to his tail. Raul and Santana, he repeats to himself, memorizing the names, before honing in on her uncertainty. A slow, thoughtful blink dampens his joy and replaces it with concern. ”I—“ what is he trying to say? The words never find ground, crumbling at the edge of his tongue into oblivion. It isn’t easy being what he is – a monster, a freak, a danger – but he knew one day a child of his would inherit it. Time was the only factor, but he selfishly hoped it would be later in life that he would be faced with this obstacle. Not here, not now… Not their first child.
An uncertainty blankets across Castile as his gaze falls briefly to the agitated water below. ”I couldn’t control it… You know that…” It has only been in the recent months that he has suppressed that awful creature inside him and tamed it. Of course, there are outbursts, but now there is a chain on its neck and an impenetrable cage that only he – the real Castile – can unlock. The dragon is no longer alpha. ”I’ve only just learned.” The confession is almost painful, uncomfortable at the very least. It took him nine years to understand his power and to harness it. How would that make him credentialed to teach his son?
Because Santana is his son.
”I’ll try,” he whispers to her, his eyes drifting shut as he pictures them all together as a family, finally. In this lull, Sabra tugs on a lock of his metallic mane, beckoning him to the shoreline. Unable to resist, he shadows her, climbing the bank with nothing more than a muffled grunt. Subdued, with his mind in the clouds, he is entirely hers. When she asks to be held, he obliges with a wanting look in his eyes and a tender grin stretched across his lips. ”Always,” and he pulls her in, perhaps a bit too rough with his excitement, to embrace her tightly, lovingly. A single wing, feathered and soft, drapes across her, melting them into one being, one entity.
The admiration coating her words is infectious as she describes their sons (we have twins!). Elation spreads through Castile like poison, reaching from the very tips of his ears to his tail. Raul and Santana, he repeats to himself, memorizing the names, before honing in on her uncertainty. A slow, thoughtful blink dampens his joy and replaces it with concern. ”I—“ what is he trying to say? The words never find ground, crumbling at the edge of his tongue into oblivion. It isn’t easy being what he is – a monster, a freak, a danger – but he knew one day a child of his would inherit it. Time was the only factor, but he selfishly hoped it would be later in life that he would be faced with this obstacle. Not here, not now… Not their first child.
An uncertainty blankets across Castile as his gaze falls briefly to the agitated water below. ”I couldn’t control it… You know that…” It has only been in the recent months that he has suppressed that awful creature inside him and tamed it. Of course, there are outbursts, but now there is a chain on its neck and an impenetrable cage that only he – the real Castile – can unlock. The dragon is no longer alpha. ”I’ve only just learned.” The confession is almost painful, uncomfortable at the very least. It took him nine years to understand his power and to harness it. How would that make him credentialed to teach his son?
Because Santana is his son.
”I’ll try,” he whispers to her, his eyes drifting shut as he pictures them all together as a family, finally. In this lull, Sabra tugs on a lock of his metallic mane, beckoning him to the shoreline. Unable to resist, he shadows her, climbing the bank with nothing more than a muffled grunt. Subdued, with his mind in the clouds, he is entirely hers. When she asks to be held, he obliges with a wanting look in his eyes and a tender grin stretched across his lips. ”Always,” and he pulls her in, perhaps a bit too rough with his excitement, to embrace her tightly, lovingly. A single wing, feathered and soft, drapes across her, melting them into one being, one entity.
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