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
It was only a matter of time before she pursued him. He left her with a proposition before they both melted into the darkness and returned to their respective homes.
The days bled into weeks, but Castile’s preoccupation has kept his mind active and distracted. He didn’t wait on a bated breath for her; he has the upperhand now, so why would he fret? Seasons come and go yet Loess continues to thrive and require his every ounce of energy. Fortunately, the caverns provide him an escape from the politics. There, he is able to dive into the shadows of his mind and recharge with the company of family nearby. It’s a serene location that overlooks much of the kingdom, a feat made simpler by his acute eyesight.
His eyes lazily glide across the premises until he notices the familiar, slender figure of Mary stepping from the outside into Loessian arms. There are no boundaries to her as she slips like a snake past the borders and toward the heart of the rocky landscape. Then again, he invited her so there’s no sense in standing at the walls any longer.
Castile meets her after a brief glide from the jagged peaks. Through the clouds and over the cliffs, he soars gracefully until his weight shifts to bank and descend. He alights swiftly in front of her with an eyebrow lifted underneath his metallic forelock. ”I see temptation got the best of you,” if only he could look into her mind and see how she plays out potential scenarios, how she considers the possibilities of an ambush. Admittedly, he would laugh and dive into her hesitations, but only for his own sick amusement.
As his wings coil against his sides – loosely, relaxed – Castile pivots as though opening up the rest of the kingdom for her viewing, but in reality, he simply enjoys drinking in the scenery. With a lopsided grin and a content sigh he murmurs, ”Welcome to the dragon’s lair, Mary,” because isn’t that what some call it nowadays?
The days bled into weeks, but Castile’s preoccupation has kept his mind active and distracted. He didn’t wait on a bated breath for her; he has the upperhand now, so why would he fret? Seasons come and go yet Loess continues to thrive and require his every ounce of energy. Fortunately, the caverns provide him an escape from the politics. There, he is able to dive into the shadows of his mind and recharge with the company of family nearby. It’s a serene location that overlooks much of the kingdom, a feat made simpler by his acute eyesight.
His eyes lazily glide across the premises until he notices the familiar, slender figure of Mary stepping from the outside into Loessian arms. There are no boundaries to her as she slips like a snake past the borders and toward the heart of the rocky landscape. Then again, he invited her so there’s no sense in standing at the walls any longer.
Castile meets her after a brief glide from the jagged peaks. Through the clouds and over the cliffs, he soars gracefully until his weight shifts to bank and descend. He alights swiftly in front of her with an eyebrow lifted underneath his metallic forelock. ”I see temptation got the best of you,” if only he could look into her mind and see how she plays out potential scenarios, how she considers the possibilities of an ambush. Admittedly, he would laugh and dive into her hesitations, but only for his own sick amusement.
As his wings coil against his sides – loosely, relaxed – Castile pivots as though opening up the rest of the kingdom for her viewing, but in reality, he simply enjoys drinking in the scenery. With a lopsided grin and a content sigh he murmurs, ”Welcome to the dragon’s lair, Mary,” because isn’t that what some call it nowadays?
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