07-30-2019, 12:09 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
Her voice is a double-edged sword. It bites through the air, but there is still a hint of humor that cradles Castile’s attention as his eyes trace along her and pick apart the recognizable details. Her color and beauty are from her mother, but he notes small details that she inherited from her hellhound father. A look of distaste nearly surfaces at the thought of his daughter coupling with the mutt, but with a surge of energy, Castile suppresses the threat. His expression remains rather soft, a demeanor saved solely for family. The world sees him as a monster that burns everything in his path, but his family sees a greater side of him that is tender and adoring.
Admittedly, he wants to pull Dracarys in, to embrace her for the first time, and welcome her to Loess. Tucked in the caves – the dragon’s den – she has aunts, great aunts, an uncle, and her great-grandparents. A brood of them remains huddled together during the night, always keeping close to one another.
But that would still be too forward, too eager.
Yet, it’s increasingly difficult to restrain himself.
She confirms her identity to him – a name accompanied by pedigree – and Castile’s grin broadens. ”I thought so,” his voice rumbles pleasantly, pride pouring through his veins as their eyes meet. ”I’m so happy to finally meet you, granddaughter.” It’s strange to say the word, to imagine how his legacy is extending beyond his own children. His eldest twins have families of their own now, offspring to raise and adore. A warm smile permanently blossoms across his scarred face. ”Is this a visit or will you be staying here in Loess? Naturally, he hopes for the latter, inclined to dote on his granddaughter. ”You have some other family members here, too.” His eyes brighten underneath his metallic locks as he awaits her decision.
Admittedly, he wants to pull Dracarys in, to embrace her for the first time, and welcome her to Loess. Tucked in the caves – the dragon’s den – she has aunts, great aunts, an uncle, and her great-grandparents. A brood of them remains huddled together during the night, always keeping close to one another.
But that would still be too forward, too eager.
Yet, it’s increasingly difficult to restrain himself.
She confirms her identity to him – a name accompanied by pedigree – and Castile’s grin broadens. ”I thought so,” his voice rumbles pleasantly, pride pouring through his veins as their eyes meet. ”I’m so happy to finally meet you, granddaughter.” It’s strange to say the word, to imagine how his legacy is extending beyond his own children. His eldest twins have families of their own now, offspring to raise and adore. A warm smile permanently blossoms across his scarred face. ”Is this a visit or will you be staying here in Loess? Naturally, he hopes for the latter, inclined to dote on his granddaughter. ”You have some other family members here, too.” His eyes brighten underneath his metallic locks as he awaits her decision.
castile
@[Dracarys]