03-20-2018, 09:37 PM
He says her name in that smoky voice, and it's as if he'd breathed tongues of flame into a rain-starved forest. A sigh of anticipation whispers from her lips unbidden, a physical reaction to the liquid heat pooling in her belly. Ah, but he is lovely. Not in the way that Klaudius is, with refinement and self assurance. Castile makes her think of summer thunder storms and the violent beauty of fresh blood on snow. And then he is the rainbow that follows the downpour, the genuine warmth in the heart of the warrior who defends what he loves.
The sincerity found in his gaze is profound, and his next words quite take the gemstone woman's breath away. Here was a soul she recognized, and had missed dearly. He was not Arik. He never would be either. She had no power to bring back the dead, and she knew for fact that the dead wanted her to live and be happy anyway. Klaudius had been a mistake, though she treasured the son he'd given her. Maybe.... maybe it was time to look for more. Things to consider later. As of now, her thoughts we're driven by heat and lust and passion. Without further doubt, the confidence she wore so well returned. "I like what I see, Castile. All of it. Even the potentially homicidal lizard bits, though you might not want to look into that too closely." She admitted with a lopsided grin. Do you like what you see in me? She wondered, not brave enough to ask out loud.
The winged woman did not give him time to answer, instead pressing close. The need to feel his skin against hers overwhelmed her as she kissed him like she was dying and he was the cure. Electricity burned along every nerve as she tasted the volatile man. He tasted like lightning and sunshine, and she was drunk on it. Maybe, a little voice murmured, he would be her One True Love. More likely, he would move on and forget her when all was through. For this moment though, he was hers and she was his. For the moment, that was all that mattered. She was being brash, and she knew it. But what the hell? They'd already tried to kill each other.
@[Castile]
The sincerity found in his gaze is profound, and his next words quite take the gemstone woman's breath away. Here was a soul she recognized, and had missed dearly. He was not Arik. He never would be either. She had no power to bring back the dead, and she knew for fact that the dead wanted her to live and be happy anyway. Klaudius had been a mistake, though she treasured the son he'd given her. Maybe.... maybe it was time to look for more. Things to consider later. As of now, her thoughts we're driven by heat and lust and passion. Without further doubt, the confidence she wore so well returned. "I like what I see, Castile. All of it. Even the potentially homicidal lizard bits, though you might not want to look into that too closely." She admitted with a lopsided grin. Do you like what you see in me? She wondered, not brave enough to ask out loud.
The winged woman did not give him time to answer, instead pressing close. The need to feel his skin against hers overwhelmed her as she kissed him like she was dying and he was the cure. Electricity burned along every nerve as she tasted the volatile man. He tasted like lightning and sunshine, and she was drunk on it. Maybe, a little voice murmured, he would be her One True Love. More likely, he would move on and forget her when all was through. For this moment though, he was hers and she was his. For the moment, that was all that mattered. She was being brash, and she knew it. But what the hell? They'd already tried to kill each other.
@[Castile]