06-18-2019, 09:48 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 something to be said about Kensa. She is sultry with a tongue coated in honey, but her eyes are windows into a fierce soul that easily lures Castile into her company. Her light-hearted humor, despite the aches in his body, give life to a lopsided grin that softens the harsh lines of his face. It tugs gently against the lacerations, but the discomfort does little to prevent him from responding lightheartedly. ”The other one doesn’t live anymore,” he confesses, but it wasn’t because of the draconic battle. There was another power, another burst of anger nearby, that shattered the opposing dragon and stripped her from existence.
Her touch is electric. There’s a fleeting moment to which his heart tumbles with the unexpected gesture before she drinks her own fill of the chilled water. Castile’s eyes follow her, blinking slowly while she gulps, before she levels on him again. ”No one has admitted relation to you,” he admits with a roll of his broad shoulders, ”Who is your daughter?” Their previous encounters would warrant great care for the girl, but the tides can easily shift.
The world is changing. The years of peaceful silence are ending as Loess lifts the sleeping kingdoms from their beds. Friends and enemies are pushing and pulling each other all while Loess bristles in excited anticipation. First, it was Tephra. Half the kingdom is still trying to recover after being torched, destroyed, then flooded by rolling lava. Much to Leliana’s dismay, however, Loess doesn’t plan to stop there. With a curious inclination of his head, Castile regards Kensa with curiosity. ”Because things are happening,” he begins, ”and I’m curious where Hyaline will stand in it all. I’m curious where and how you plan to lead it.” There’s no sense ending on a cliffhanger, to force her hand into begging for more information.
Like a silver platter, he offers it. Unashamed, unafraid.
”Sylva is next. They will pay for their betrayal.” Everyone involved in the war openly saw the leaders stand against their kingdom and take the side of Tephra. It was only a matter of time, really, but Castile has conflicted feelings about the matter. Amused versus angry. With a mischievous smile, he resumes. ”Word of mouth is that no one truly lives there except Sinner and Mary. It has become more of a waste of space and an easy target.” More facts, more information to feed Kensa’s curious mind as to why this will happen, why it must happen. ”All I want to know is where Hyaline will stand. If you are not with us, then I ask you to turn a blind eye. Sinner and I will be fighting very soon… Win or lose, Sylva will be dealt with accordingly.”
Her touch is electric. There’s a fleeting moment to which his heart tumbles with the unexpected gesture before she drinks her own fill of the chilled water. Castile’s eyes follow her, blinking slowly while she gulps, before she levels on him again. ”No one has admitted relation to you,” he admits with a roll of his broad shoulders, ”Who is your daughter?” Their previous encounters would warrant great care for the girl, but the tides can easily shift.
The world is changing. The years of peaceful silence are ending as Loess lifts the sleeping kingdoms from their beds. Friends and enemies are pushing and pulling each other all while Loess bristles in excited anticipation. First, it was Tephra. Half the kingdom is still trying to recover after being torched, destroyed, then flooded by rolling lava. Much to Leliana’s dismay, however, Loess doesn’t plan to stop there. With a curious inclination of his head, Castile regards Kensa with curiosity. ”Because things are happening,” he begins, ”and I’m curious where Hyaline will stand in it all. I’m curious where and how you plan to lead it.” There’s no sense ending on a cliffhanger, to force her hand into begging for more information.
Like a silver platter, he offers it. Unashamed, unafraid.
”Sylva is next. They will pay for their betrayal.” Everyone involved in the war openly saw the leaders stand against their kingdom and take the side of Tephra. It was only a matter of time, really, but Castile has conflicted feelings about the matter. Amused versus angry. With a mischievous smile, he resumes. ”Word of mouth is that no one truly lives there except Sinner and Mary. It has become more of a waste of space and an easy target.” More facts, more information to feed Kensa’s curious mind as to why this will happen, why it must happen. ”All I want to know is where Hyaline will stand. If you are not with us, then I ask you to turn a blind eye. Sinner and I will be fighting very soon… Win or lose, Sylva will be dealt with accordingly.”
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@[Kensa]