09-02-2018, 02:43 PM
He should stop, retract from her warm touch. Really, he shouldn’t do it again, but he’s a glutton for affection.
But with enough will – and reminders that flash across the back of his eyelids when he blinks – Castile withdraws. There is a tenderness in his expression, even as a cold space gnaws at his shoulder where Ilma had originally been. She doesn’t protest to the added space, and so he holds steadfast and funnels his attention on her admission. Two children, both in Hyaline with her. One is clutching to her side on those grassy hills while the other toys with the prospect of exploration and independence. A reminiscent grin accompanies his childhood memories. Once, he slipped out from mother’s intensive watch so that he may see what lies beyond Nerine’s borders. With her list of enemies on the rise, Nayl wanted to keep her family within arm’s reach and away from potential harm. She was a good mother, yes. It hadn’t been long until Castile returned to her side, eager for her attention and protection.
If only he had been as bold as Ivar to stay away and to find his place in the world.
What snaps him back and out of his memories, he isn’t sure. What she said hadn’t escaped him, fortunately. ”I will have to make a trip to Hyaline sooner rather than later, I guess.” To meet her children, and also his own. While it’s a pressing matter on his agenda, Castile is still reluctant to face the ones he has failed most. What will they say? How much will they hate him?
No, no, don’t think of that.
He is changing – has changed – for them. Shouldn’t that matter like Ilma suggested?
A breath catches in his throat as he sifts through answers he could propose to her. While a friendship is blossoming between them, should he tarnish it with painful truths? It could plant a seed of fear and mistrust in her. Ilma could look at him in an entirely different light – darker, negative.
”Well,” he begins after having weighed over his past experiences. A long enough moment had passed that could’ve made her think he wouldn’t answer, but Castile is willing and open enough. ”I was born and raised in Nerine as a prince, I suppose. During that time, however, it was a matriarchal society, so what kind of role can a prince really play?” He chuckles at this as he reflects on the irrelevant position he inherited. It’s all moot now. ”Eventually, I became a Regent in Loess and an Alliance contender. Nothing too terribly exciting, I’m afraid.” He doesn’t confess what he is, or how it led to Solace’s injury and his departure.
That would be too much right now, for both of them.
But with enough will – and reminders that flash across the back of his eyelids when he blinks – Castile withdraws. There is a tenderness in his expression, even as a cold space gnaws at his shoulder where Ilma had originally been. She doesn’t protest to the added space, and so he holds steadfast and funnels his attention on her admission. Two children, both in Hyaline with her. One is clutching to her side on those grassy hills while the other toys with the prospect of exploration and independence. A reminiscent grin accompanies his childhood memories. Once, he slipped out from mother’s intensive watch so that he may see what lies beyond Nerine’s borders. With her list of enemies on the rise, Nayl wanted to keep her family within arm’s reach and away from potential harm. She was a good mother, yes. It hadn’t been long until Castile returned to her side, eager for her attention and protection.
If only he had been as bold as Ivar to stay away and to find his place in the world.
What snaps him back and out of his memories, he isn’t sure. What she said hadn’t escaped him, fortunately. ”I will have to make a trip to Hyaline sooner rather than later, I guess.” To meet her children, and also his own. While it’s a pressing matter on his agenda, Castile is still reluctant to face the ones he has failed most. What will they say? How much will they hate him?
No, no, don’t think of that.
He is changing – has changed – for them. Shouldn’t that matter like Ilma suggested?
A breath catches in his throat as he sifts through answers he could propose to her. While a friendship is blossoming between them, should he tarnish it with painful truths? It could plant a seed of fear and mistrust in her. Ilma could look at him in an entirely different light – darker, negative.
”Well,” he begins after having weighed over his past experiences. A long enough moment had passed that could’ve made her think he wouldn’t answer, but Castile is willing and open enough. ”I was born and raised in Nerine as a prince, I suppose. During that time, however, it was a matriarchal society, so what kind of role can a prince really play?” He chuckles at this as he reflects on the irrelevant position he inherited. It’s all moot now. ”Eventually, I became a Regent in Loess and an Alliance contender. Nothing too terribly exciting, I’m afraid.” He doesn’t confess what he is, or how it led to Solace’s injury and his departure.
That would be too much right now, for both of them.
@[Ilma]