05-05-2020, 08:43 AM
L E P I S
i turned all the mirrors around
There’s no smoke rising from his nostrils, no smell of ash in the air like a fire just extinguished. Everything about him, from his horsehide to his hooves suggests that he is feeling peaceable, that he is doing his best to pacify Lepis. It is a pleasant feeling, warm and soothing, and she does so want to be reassured.
She does not flinch away when he leans toward her, but she does watch him curiously from her now-unshielded eyes. Castile hadn’t given her a warning, and that is almost strange, but not so much as the way he so easily capitulates. He is doubtful they can fix this? He isn’t sure that they should?
“There’s nothing to fix”, she says sharply, “I’ve made my decision, and it’s final.” Oceane understands why Lepis has done what she has. She need not explain this to Castile any more than she already has.
Castile sighs, and closes his eyes, and repeats that he is not here to fix things. Lepis makes no secret of her displeasure, but it is nothing more then a huffed breath between her pursed lips. He has never been predictable, but she had hoped that he would return to some semblance of normalcy once the Fairy magic had worn off. Maybe it is better if some things aren’t fixed, she finds herself thinking. Perhaps she would be better off without the additional burden of an unpredictable dragon on her hands.
Some things about him are predictable though. Take, for example, the way he ambles away from their conversation, expecting Lepis to follow. (She does, but only because he is family and she is more forgiving than she should be; she certainly won’t do it a second time, lest he grow too comfortable)
“And what”, she begins from the edge of the salt lake, uninterested in another drenching so late at night. They do not all have the comfort of an internal fire on winter nights, she thinks as she watches the steam rise around Castile.
“Would you like to talk about? ” She asks, the sweetness of her tone is a clear indicator to those who know her of what will follow. “How about that you directly disobeyed my orders? Or maybe that you risked escalating things with Pangea, endangering everyone here? Maybe why you offered me a place beside you, but then chose Oceane over me?” She means the throne, of course, and so the emotion is heavy in her throat. It is anger that chokes her, and a sense of betrayal that she has stifled well.
To someone less knowledgeable about the private conversations between Lepis and Castile, however, it might sounds remarkably like romantic jealousy.
“Maybe it's actually better if we don't talk,” she finishes, finding that her heart is racing even from tossing these barbs. This is not a good time, not when she is hungry, not when she is irritable, not when she has a thousand better things to do than argue with a petulant child. “I do not think either of us will like where it ends.”
@[Wolfbane]
She does not flinch away when he leans toward her, but she does watch him curiously from her now-unshielded eyes. Castile hadn’t given her a warning, and that is almost strange, but not so much as the way he so easily capitulates. He is doubtful they can fix this? He isn’t sure that they should?
“There’s nothing to fix”, she says sharply, “I’ve made my decision, and it’s final.” Oceane understands why Lepis has done what she has. She need not explain this to Castile any more than she already has.
Castile sighs, and closes his eyes, and repeats that he is not here to fix things. Lepis makes no secret of her displeasure, but it is nothing more then a huffed breath between her pursed lips. He has never been predictable, but she had hoped that he would return to some semblance of normalcy once the Fairy magic had worn off. Maybe it is better if some things aren’t fixed, she finds herself thinking. Perhaps she would be better off without the additional burden of an unpredictable dragon on her hands.
Some things about him are predictable though. Take, for example, the way he ambles away from their conversation, expecting Lepis to follow. (She does, but only because he is family and she is more forgiving than she should be; she certainly won’t do it a second time, lest he grow too comfortable)
“And what”, she begins from the edge of the salt lake, uninterested in another drenching so late at night. They do not all have the comfort of an internal fire on winter nights, she thinks as she watches the steam rise around Castile.
“Would you like to talk about? ” She asks, the sweetness of her tone is a clear indicator to those who know her of what will follow. “How about that you directly disobeyed my orders? Or maybe that you risked escalating things with Pangea, endangering everyone here? Maybe why you offered me a place beside you, but then chose Oceane over me?” She means the throne, of course, and so the emotion is heavy in her throat. It is anger that chokes her, and a sense of betrayal that she has stifled well.
To someone less knowledgeable about the private conversations between Lepis and Castile, however, it might sounds remarkably like romantic jealousy.
“Maybe it's actually better if we don't talk,” she finishes, finding that her heart is racing even from tossing these barbs. This is not a good time, not when she is hungry, not when she is irritable, not when she has a thousand better things to do than argue with a petulant child. “I do not think either of us will like where it ends.”
@[Wolfbane]
what is happening
