and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
For once, she welcomes the quiet.
Anyone that knew her, or knew of her, knew how dearly she loved havoc. If there wasn’t any to be found, she would create it. It didn’t always have to be bloodshed. Wars were fun, but they required more work, and had too many moving parts. She preferred one-on-one and something a little more intellectual, where she could just comb through someone’s mind and use their own thoughts to weave her tangled web.
She was never prepared for the moment that she became ensnared by her own trap, though. She should have known better than to let herself get too close to Litotes; she should have known better than to let him see the real parts of her. Beneath her fierce shell she was broken and weak, and there was a fragile part of her that was so desperate for love – or something like it – that she let herself slip up. There was no going back after that night, and all she had done was cause more turmoil for herself. She had betrayed Ophanim in a way she had promised to never do, because Lie was different than the revenge she sought with Vadar, and different from the fling with Kensa. She doesn’t think he will ever forgive her, because she knows all too well what that bitterness of betrayal feels like, and how she herself held it inside of her like a poison that she could never be rid of.
But, all things considered, things were quiet. The uneasy storm that brewed in her chest, that sat on her lungs like lead, was her own burden to carry, and true to her nature, no one else would ever see it.
It’s why when she sees Castile she fashions a smile to her face, the darkness of her blue eyes finding a shimmer of delight as she moves towards him. “Castile,” she says in the rolling purr of her voice, drawing her star-studded body alongside of his. She can’t remember the last time they talked – just talked. Loess had been a wild roller coaster for as long as she had been here, and Castile had arrived not long after her. She wouldn’t admit it, but there was something about him just being here that put her at ease – maybe because she knows he doesn’t expect anything from her, at least, not right now.
His words incite a roll of her eyes, but the laughter that follows is lilting and amused. “You know a lady doesn’t kiss and tell. Maybe if you knew how to flirt you could just sleep with them and find out for yourself?” The question is punctuated with her teeth briefly landing against his shoulder, a playfully chastising nip before she shifts away with a smirk lifting the edge of her silver lips. “They both could use practice in that department, if I’m being honest.” Because they both have an almost excessive amount of children, though of course it’s only Ophanim’s brood that she pays attention to.
She wants to leave it at that. She wants to keep everything at only surface level, because it was so much easier that way. That’s why when her voice grows quiet, and some of the spark in her eyes fades, she regrets letting her shield fall a little when she says, “Ophanim won’t be happy. You should be able to draw a conclusion based on that.” But with an almost flippant roll of her shoulders, the mask of indifference is back in place, and she says briskly, “But we all know how good I am at pissing everyone off, so what else is new.”
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Castile]
