01-27-2020, 01:07 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
Oceane’s eyes find his, hold his, and Castile realizes immediately how her world is about to open to him. The tale unravels, first in broken pieces, but it holds his attention nonetheless as he regards her with concern. A fathomless vastness exists beyond Beqanna. A world, one in which Oceane survived, is beyond his reach but the story captures his fascination as he imagines a desert with rolling dunes and a blistering wind that pelts him with sand. As desirable as the heat sounds, Castile reflects on the dreamlike experience with Craft, and everything inside him shrivels at the prospect.
As an attempt to lift her spirits, Castile lifts Oceane’s chin then searches her face while he boyishly grins. ”I didn’t realize I was speaking to such an esteemed Lady,” but in the back of his mind, Castile knows that is what she deserves – a title much the same here in Loess. Breathing a heavy sigh, he slowly deviates from the lighthearted humor as he notices the fire flickering in her eyes. ”I’m sorry it wasn’t a life you had hoped for,” the gravely tone of his voice rumbles in the late night air, ”but whatever happened, it brought you here, to Beqanna, where I hope you’ve found more happiness.” in Loess, with me, the twisted thoughts echo in his mind, unspoken but spiking through his veins with a possessive need of her.
In his chest, his heartbeat quickens, but with a forced sigh, it steadies again.
He knows this is wrong, but he cannot pull away, not now.
Oceane looks up sweetly and it takes everything not to take her underneath him now, underneath the stars. His jaws clench and his ears swivel in their nest of metallic bronze. ”Keep me company tonight,” he whispers in a similar croon while he moves to be next to her, pressed to her side where she may feel the unnatural heat rise from his flesh. Leaning his muzzle to the slope of her shoulder, he quietly adds, ”I will keep the nightmares away,” but only for the one night, he tells himself, despite the urge of his instincts fighting against him.
As an attempt to lift her spirits, Castile lifts Oceane’s chin then searches her face while he boyishly grins. ”I didn’t realize I was speaking to such an esteemed Lady,” but in the back of his mind, Castile knows that is what she deserves – a title much the same here in Loess. Breathing a heavy sigh, he slowly deviates from the lighthearted humor as he notices the fire flickering in her eyes. ”I’m sorry it wasn’t a life you had hoped for,” the gravely tone of his voice rumbles in the late night air, ”but whatever happened, it brought you here, to Beqanna, where I hope you’ve found more happiness.” in Loess, with me, the twisted thoughts echo in his mind, unspoken but spiking through his veins with a possessive need of her.
In his chest, his heartbeat quickens, but with a forced sigh, it steadies again.
He knows this is wrong, but he cannot pull away, not now.
Oceane looks up sweetly and it takes everything not to take her underneath him now, underneath the stars. His jaws clench and his ears swivel in their nest of metallic bronze. ”Keep me company tonight,” he whispers in a similar croon while he moves to be next to her, pressed to her side where she may feel the unnatural heat rise from his flesh. Leaning his muzzle to the slope of her shoulder, he quietly adds, ”I will keep the nightmares away,” but only for the one night, he tells himself, despite the urge of his instincts fighting against him.
castile
@[Oceane]