02-13-2019, 03:45 PM
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
”The mastermind then,” he croons deeply, sneering as colors vividly surface and ripple down his body, unbidden. Ideas chase one another through his mind when he observes and tries to determine where she will fit. She is analytical, somewhat even smug, as she confesses to him how easily she slid into Vulgaris’ grand schemes. Like the missing puzzle piece, Starsin found her place and savored the comfort of that seated power. Vulgaris seemingly devoured her words. Her words poured into him – mere ideas – and he brought them to fruition. An applauding thing, he pieces. She is conniving, adaptable… useful.
Although not quite as malleable as the snake king, Castile still poses a platform of opportunity. He blinks once, twice, and diverts his gaze to the surrounding hills as he quietly maps a future for Loess – for his personal family. It remains a veil of fog, indecipherable and uncertain – not yet decided or tangible. Mentally, he gropes for ideas, but when he pulls back his hands remain empty.
Perhaps, that is where Starsin comes in.
Perhaps, that is why he was drawn to meet her sooner rather than later.
The turn of his head to again look at her is slow and deliberate. A smug, lopsided grin – one that contests her own – lifts the corner of his mouth, and a single brow quirks. ”I am,” he confirms in a languid drawl, tasting it and weighing the metaphorical crown on his head. Once a Regent here, and now he returns a King. Funny how the world works. But even with his title, he cannot of course do it all alone. As his wings stretch and slowly reposition, he acknowledges her name and pins it securely to his mind before adding, ”and I’m Castile.” Straightening himself, he punctuates with a nod. ”Have you saved any ideas for me?”
Although not quite as malleable as the snake king, Castile still poses a platform of opportunity. He blinks once, twice, and diverts his gaze to the surrounding hills as he quietly maps a future for Loess – for his personal family. It remains a veil of fog, indecipherable and uncertain – not yet decided or tangible. Mentally, he gropes for ideas, but when he pulls back his hands remain empty.
Perhaps, that is where Starsin comes in.
Perhaps, that is why he was drawn to meet her sooner rather than later.
The turn of his head to again look at her is slow and deliberate. A smug, lopsided grin – one that contests her own – lifts the corner of his mouth, and a single brow quirks. ”I am,” he confirms in a languid drawl, tasting it and weighing the metaphorical crown on his head. Once a Regent here, and now he returns a King. Funny how the world works. But even with his title, he cannot of course do it all alone. As his wings stretch and slowly reposition, he acknowledges her name and pins it securely to his mind before adding, ”and I’m Castile.” Straightening himself, he punctuates with a nod. ”Have you saved any ideas for me?”
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@[Starlin]