11-20-2018, 10:50 AM
and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
There is no attempt to quell his scoff when Castile hears that a fourth has added a hand to the bucket. ”Bloody idiots,” he seethes with a snarl curling his lip. The ordeal has been tiresome, one in which Castile was half-tempted to resign from. Alas, the Nerinians remain a stubborn group and have thus far refused to back down. With Leilan as the ringmaster, the results will fall into his hands, the crown possibly onto his head.
Castile has gradually faded to the background. A quiet dismissal was enough to settle his nerves, albeit temporarily. There’s no sense in his presence anymore; they’ve seen him, and although they haven’t witnessed his counterpart, they at least are aware of the opposition. ”What if all of it is for nothing?” Underneath his unruly forelock, Castile raises a brow. ”What if, when all of this is done and a leader is decided, this island sinks or remains beyond the power of a monarchy?” An airy chuckle slips from him as his eyes fall to the grass underfoot, the frost having melted from the heat of his fire. ”A waste of energy.” It’s very possible, he assumes. The faeries surfaced this island so easily. What would stop them from sinking it again? They are as unpredictable as the land itself.
And the lives within it.
He thinks of Sabra then, kindled by Leilan’s vague question. They both know what it’s in regards to. Castile’s heart trembles briefly, panicking against his ribcage as the memory flashes across his vision. Scales ripple across his skin, but in the blink of an eye, they’re gone and forgotten. ”She’s alive,” he says with a sigh, grabbing onto the relief that blossomed through him when she took her first breath and releasing his grip on the initial anger of her demise. ”By some damn miracle, Sabra is alive.” A grin nearly reaches his lips. They quiver as his gaze begins to level on Leilan. ”I’ve been trying to protect her on a rocky outcropping offshore. She doesn’t know about the plague yet.” It would only be a matter of time before she will witness the effects of it and he will have to attempt shielding her again. He can only hope to keep her safe.
To add to the stress, however, she isn’t the only one he is concerned for.
With a scattered family and responsibilities, Castile is weighed down when he exhales slowly into the cold air. So many thoughts, so many places that he needs to be. He says and does nothing more, letting the wind tousle his locks quietly.
Castile has gradually faded to the background. A quiet dismissal was enough to settle his nerves, albeit temporarily. There’s no sense in his presence anymore; they’ve seen him, and although they haven’t witnessed his counterpart, they at least are aware of the opposition. ”What if all of it is for nothing?” Underneath his unruly forelock, Castile raises a brow. ”What if, when all of this is done and a leader is decided, this island sinks or remains beyond the power of a monarchy?” An airy chuckle slips from him as his eyes fall to the grass underfoot, the frost having melted from the heat of his fire. ”A waste of energy.” It’s very possible, he assumes. The faeries surfaced this island so easily. What would stop them from sinking it again? They are as unpredictable as the land itself.
And the lives within it.
He thinks of Sabra then, kindled by Leilan’s vague question. They both know what it’s in regards to. Castile’s heart trembles briefly, panicking against his ribcage as the memory flashes across his vision. Scales ripple across his skin, but in the blink of an eye, they’re gone and forgotten. ”She’s alive,” he says with a sigh, grabbing onto the relief that blossomed through him when she took her first breath and releasing his grip on the initial anger of her demise. ”By some damn miracle, Sabra is alive.” A grin nearly reaches his lips. They quiver as his gaze begins to level on Leilan. ”I’ve been trying to protect her on a rocky outcropping offshore. She doesn’t know about the plague yet.” It would only be a matter of time before she will witness the effects of it and he will have to attempt shielding her again. He can only hope to keep her safe.
To add to the stress, however, she isn’t the only one he is concerned for.
With a scattered family and responsibilities, Castile is weighed down when he exhales slowly into the cold air. So many thoughts, so many places that he needs to be. He says and does nothing more, letting the wind tousle his locks quietly.
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@[Leilan]