08-27-2018, 02:05 PM
Sabra melts into his side, just as he wanted, with a single wing draped across her. An everlasting heat churns in his gut, providing them with the greatest of heat as the days steadily cool as winter approaches. Against her neck, Castile smiles. Although he doesn’t forgive himself – and may never – at least Sabra can look just beyond his mistakes and embrace him as they once had years ago. She could see his imperfections and still love him, still trail kisses down his baroque neck. Castile’s eyes drift shut as her lips softly trace down his skin, and he thumbs through their memories together. Here, beneath the gentle autumn sunlight, they reconnect and return to where they left off with gentle caresses and whispered words of adoration. They are an image of serenity and happiness even as Castile flinches slightly at the thought of facing a son with his own curse. There is a responsibility in his near future that he had hoped not to experience. There is no time to prepare. Santana is here now, and slowly, his body is transitioning and trying to understand what powers lie dormant beneath the surface.
In a hesitant, thoughtful voice, Castile withdraws himself and searches Sabra’s eyes. ”Worst case scenario, I can overpower him if he gets to be too much.” Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. With a deep breath, Castile’s imagination runs rampant with vivid imagery. It would be too much to control, too much to do, but if there is no other option…
”It won’t be easy. It wasn’t for me, at least, but I’ll try.” Already, he tries to formulate a plan that may assist Santana, but they have two boys. With a curious lift of a brow, he asks, ”What of Raul? Has he exhibited anything… dragon-like?” If he remembers correctly, he once called himself dragonborne. It had been an exciting revelation when Castile was a mere colt. He was like his own father! It was later, when the creature inside him grew, that he realized the precarious nature of his ability. He cannot, will not, allow Santana to blindly fall into the same trap.
Hopeful that he will not be hated for his absence, Castile nods his head. His breath his hot as black smoke coils from his nostrils with anticipation. ”I would love to meet them.”
In a hesitant, thoughtful voice, Castile withdraws himself and searches Sabra’s eyes. ”Worst case scenario, I can overpower him if he gets to be too much.” Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. With a deep breath, Castile’s imagination runs rampant with vivid imagery. It would be too much to control, too much to do, but if there is no other option…
”It won’t be easy. It wasn’t for me, at least, but I’ll try.” Already, he tries to formulate a plan that may assist Santana, but they have two boys. With a curious lift of a brow, he asks, ”What of Raul? Has he exhibited anything… dragon-like?” If he remembers correctly, he once called himself dragonborne. It had been an exciting revelation when Castile was a mere colt. He was like his own father! It was later, when the creature inside him grew, that he realized the precarious nature of his ability. He cannot, will not, allow Santana to blindly fall into the same trap.
Hopeful that he will not be hated for his absence, Castile nods his head. His breath his hot as black smoke coils from his nostrils with anticipation. ”I would love to meet them.”
@[Sabra]