02-24-2020, 01:50 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
The torrent of wind whips across them all when Castile alights, but they adjust quickly with curious flickers of their eyes. In turn, he acknowledges each of them with slow, calculating blinks and sighed breaths. It’s Lepis, however, that breaks the stoicism of his face. His lips stretch back into a grin for a cluster of heartbeats before regressing into a mild frown. ”Can’t,” he simply replies as a shrug ripples through his powerful shoulders. A hesitation follows, reluctant to indulge deep information. Leilan, as nomadic as he is, may let slip the rumors.
But there’s more.
(Opposition)
We know him…
(He’s changed. Competition)
No.
(Trespassing)
Like a territorial dog – how can he be compared to a creature so low? – Castile regards the frosted male with skepticism at first while his mind battles relentlessly until a victor arises from the cloudy depths of his thoughts.
”A lesson from the faeries,” he finally claims, obviously taking victory over the crude and primal thoughts buzzing through his brain. It’s a humbling experience, one in which he has not expected to endure, but this moment reminds him of everything that slips farther from his grasp the longer he is stuck like this. Idly licking his lips as his head rests on the hill, Castile cannot help to admiringly grin at Alcinder as the boy stumbles, regains balance, and presses his face to the scaled plane in front of the dragon’s large left eye. He would agree with Oceane. They are, in fact, in debt to Leillan for his uncharacteristic efforts, but to echo the testament would be unnecessary and repetitive. A mere rumble punctuates the Lady’s gratitude from the draconic king, his gaze resting on the male intensely.
With a shuffle of his leathery wings, Castile attempts to console their wandering thoughts with a calming, though rolling, baritone. ”Soon, I will revert back and not make you feel so small.” But part of him doesn’t want to return as he was. He savors the prowess that courses through his veins and his immense size and power. What spurs him to remember the task is the fear of losing his memories, of losing himself. A forced grin wrinkles the corner of his mouth, but if they blinked, then they would have missed it as a somberness traces the outlines of Castile face.
But there’s more.
(Opposition)
We know him…
(He’s changed. Competition)
No.
(Trespassing)
Like a territorial dog – how can he be compared to a creature so low? – Castile regards the frosted male with skepticism at first while his mind battles relentlessly until a victor arises from the cloudy depths of his thoughts.
”A lesson from the faeries,” he finally claims, obviously taking victory over the crude and primal thoughts buzzing through his brain. It’s a humbling experience, one in which he has not expected to endure, but this moment reminds him of everything that slips farther from his grasp the longer he is stuck like this. Idly licking his lips as his head rests on the hill, Castile cannot help to admiringly grin at Alcinder as the boy stumbles, regains balance, and presses his face to the scaled plane in front of the dragon’s large left eye. He would agree with Oceane. They are, in fact, in debt to Leillan for his uncharacteristic efforts, but to echo the testament would be unnecessary and repetitive. A mere rumble punctuates the Lady’s gratitude from the draconic king, his gaze resting on the male intensely.
With a shuffle of his leathery wings, Castile attempts to console their wandering thoughts with a calming, though rolling, baritone. ”Soon, I will revert back and not make you feel so small.” But part of him doesn’t want to return as he was. He savors the prowess that courses through his veins and his immense size and power. What spurs him to remember the task is the fear of losing his memories, of losing himself. A forced grin wrinkles the corner of his mouth, but if they blinked, then they would have missed it as a somberness traces the outlines of Castile face.
castile
@[Oceane] @[Lepis] @[Leilan]