Ciri
It was a strange feeling that flutters deep within her. Not unlike that which Amet seems to stir but lacking familiarity. It makes the surge of butterflies all more exotic and exciting. This stranger, Castile, with his boyish charm and rugged good looks. Tugging at something deep within her that she had not expected or even known existed. They are both so different, her gilded Dragon-King and the leather bound visitor. So different and yet hold similarities of masculine attractiveness. Amet was handsome in his kindness, in his scales, in his contentment of his land and himself. And Castile….
It had only been a few silent moments. But there had been something in that look that had made her think twice. Was it common for the stars to be drawn to dragons? Perhaps it had something to do with the interlocked passion of sky and beast. All she knows now is that she feels slightly confused by the boiling mix of feelings in her breast. There is no lack of doubt for the way her King (for he is the only one worthy of such a title in her eyes) makes her breath catch when he touches her so. This new assured way he reaches for her, she covets it although her expression never wavers. Only a curious expression exchanged but his mischievous smirk only sends the warmth to grow within her. There is still so much uncharted territory between them, would it ever truly be explored?
Although Castile continues to show her the same courtesy as before, there is a shift in the air. A thoughtful reflection in his eyes when he looks to her. It makes her own heart drop slightly though she’s not sure exactly why. It’s what keeps her from reaching to Amet although she does not pull from his touch. Not realizing she may be a Guinevere now stuck between her Kingly Arthur and devoted Lancelot.
Castile is chaste when praise is fanned his way and she finds his humbleness appealing. Doing what needed to be done, not expecting anything in return. She can respect that. They speak of Tang and it leaves a sour taste on her tongue. It seems she had been the damsel in distress long before she had washed up on Hyaline’s shores. For a moment, she wonders if Castile also found Tang as enchanting as Amet does. The moment is fleeting, However, for when he states he is only visiting it causes her features to lightly trace into disappointment. One she doesn’t bother to hide. And when Amet encourages him to stay, she sees no reason to object. ”You must stay for awhile. Old friends that haven’t seen each other for so long can’t catch up in only a few days.” She grins slowly, the metallic swirling strands glinting as she looks to them both. ”Besides… I insist.”
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