06-10-2019, 09:58 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
The tumultuous relationship between Loess and Tephra burst into a storm of ash and fire.
But the weeks, and now months, have passed and their homes have been recovering from the onslaught. He has made exhausted attempts to burn pieces of the maze, as has Reia, but it continues standing sentinel as threads of magic defend its place. A snarl quivered his lips each morning that he saw it, and when he looked down at his daughter’s injured wing. Somehow, it was snagged during the chaos and dislocated when she attempted to pull it free. Fortunately, with the assistance of Tiphon, it was popped back into place but the lost feathers are still trying to grow back.
Venturing from the cave, Castile returns to a hill near the winding maze. It was altered when Leliana began withdrawing herself from it, but still it stands. A smoldering breath twirls from his nostrils in disgust, but just as he readies himself to turn away, the vegetation withers away. He turns his head to curiously watch until nothing remains except the memory. When his eyes lift, Leliana is somberly at the border.
A growl is what greets her. It reverberates through his entire core as Castile’s gaze bores into her. ”Your warm welcome in Loess expired a long time ago,” her scent littered their foothills as it mingled with Vulgaris. That was months ago. Supposedly, she was a prisoner and yet treated with compassion by her lover. So, was it actually more of a vacation? Thoughts tumble over one another as he unyieldingly stares until finally asking, ”Why are you here?”
But the weeks, and now months, have passed and their homes have been recovering from the onslaught. He has made exhausted attempts to burn pieces of the maze, as has Reia, but it continues standing sentinel as threads of magic defend its place. A snarl quivered his lips each morning that he saw it, and when he looked down at his daughter’s injured wing. Somehow, it was snagged during the chaos and dislocated when she attempted to pull it free. Fortunately, with the assistance of Tiphon, it was popped back into place but the lost feathers are still trying to grow back.
Venturing from the cave, Castile returns to a hill near the winding maze. It was altered when Leliana began withdrawing herself from it, but still it stands. A smoldering breath twirls from his nostrils in disgust, but just as he readies himself to turn away, the vegetation withers away. He turns his head to curiously watch until nothing remains except the memory. When his eyes lift, Leliana is somberly at the border.
A growl is what greets her. It reverberates through his entire core as Castile’s gaze bores into her. ”Your warm welcome in Loess expired a long time ago,” her scent littered their foothills as it mingled with Vulgaris. That was months ago. Supposedly, she was a prisoner and yet treated with compassion by her lover. So, was it actually more of a vacation? Thoughts tumble over one another as he unyieldingly stares until finally asking, ”Why are you here?”
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@[leliana]