05-20-2017, 06:04 PM
And he knows that for as long as Nayl shared her bed with him, for as long as he drew a breath, he would not forgive himself for missing his son's birth. The pain is deep in the silver of his eyes but it is extinguished when he looks upon his boy.
Castile is tall and strong like Lior. A pair of leathery wings sprout from the boy's back and Lior can not help but smile so broadly that his face may split. Never had the dark man ever felt happiness like this. Never did he fathom that he deserved it. Lungs pull in the scent of his child, harshly and greedily, as though he could never have enough. But the boy is smart like his mother (much smarter than himself) and Lior knows that whatever path Castile choses will be the best for him.
"Castile..." Lior draws out his name, breathless and smiling before wrapping the heaviness of his skull around him to draw him close in a tight embrace that Lior has waited for for so long. It is only Nayl's voice that wakes him from the dream. Dark ears move to catch her words as he releases Castile with a soft laugh. Pewter eyes gaze proudly upon his boy, beaming. "My son, you are dragonborn. Your mother will surely despise me for that." Lior smiles openly and without restraint before he takes a few heavy steps to his queen -his woman- taking her against his chest in a loving embrace. Happiness vibrates within his every fiber as he can not full understand how he was to be so deserving of this life.
Castile is tall and strong like Lior. A pair of leathery wings sprout from the boy's back and Lior can not help but smile so broadly that his face may split. Never had the dark man ever felt happiness like this. Never did he fathom that he deserved it. Lungs pull in the scent of his child, harshly and greedily, as though he could never have enough. But the boy is smart like his mother (much smarter than himself) and Lior knows that whatever path Castile choses will be the best for him.
"Castile..." Lior draws out his name, breathless and smiling before wrapping the heaviness of his skull around him to draw him close in a tight embrace that Lior has waited for for so long. It is only Nayl's voice that wakes him from the dream. Dark ears move to catch her words as he releases Castile with a soft laugh. Pewter eyes gaze proudly upon his boy, beaming. "My son, you are dragonborn. Your mother will surely despise me for that." Lior smiles openly and without restraint before he takes a few heavy steps to his queen -his woman- taking her against his chest in a loving embrace. Happiness vibrates within his every fiber as he can not full understand how he was to be so deserving of this life.
I want you to remember