08-16-2019, 02:49 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
Their mirthful banter immediately springs a broad grin. It blurs the harsh ridges of his face and softens his metallic eyes as he watches Starsin take her place alongside him. It seems so right, to have her here and to have her as such a core piece of Loess. Their conversations are easy, lighthearted. He was right to keep her as an advisor, to keep her clutched tightly to his chest. Beneath the snide remarks and calculating stares, there is something kind to be said of her. They understand one another and respect each other more and more as the months fade into years. There hasn’t been anyone else that elicits a humor from Castile to this magnitude. His voice is airy, his defensive walls as a King lowered for the time being. ”Perhaps you can spare me a few lessons in flirting,” he comments as a chuckle vibrates through his core all while she nips his shoulder. ”I won’t tell them you said that,” briefly, he imagines both their faces if he slyly added that into conversation, ”maybe.” It would be entertaining to see a rise from them.
Alas, Castile knows it isn’t his place to rummage into her life. The confirmation comes the moment Starsin’s voice lowers.
His ears twist forward, the unexpected shift in mood confusing him for a heartbeat. There’s no feasible way for it to be a joke, and so his boyish grin quickly diminishes and curves into a shadowed frown. ”Probably not,” he admits honestly. A shrug ripples through his shoulders, unable to sugar coat anything, especially to someone he holds closely. ”You’ve yet to piss me off, so there’s one good streak going for you,” his grin is feeble, groping for a thread of optimism as she considers her pregnancy, and where it may lead. ”Shit happens,” and some is worse than others, he doesn’t add as his memories recall everything that he has seen and done, how many mistakes he has made and lives he has ruined. ”I’m the co-founder of the fuck-up club, so welcome aboard.” Castile’s voice lowers to match her, knowing well how turbulent and uncertain the future can be.
But unfortunately, he does not know the extent of their love, of their relationship. It could be explosive and tragic much like his and Sabra’s relationship, or it could be a quiet and painful loss like it had been with Solace. Pursing his lips tightly, Castile considers their fate while reflecting on his own experiences. Everyone is different, but there is one thing that always resonates. ”Be honest,” it’s poor advice to some, but monumental to others. ”All you can do is be honest with him and tell him the truth.” Sometimes, the truth can be a daunting thing, but Starsin has never been afraid of a challenge, of a few ruffled feathers. ”Litotes is probably in a similar predicament with Kensa, I guess. Quite the web you have there, my friend.” The blame isn’t all on her, at least. There’s an interwoven connection across multiple parties. Hearts will be broken, lives will be altered. Alas, the heart wants what it wants, and Starsin seemingly wants quite a bit. ”I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.” He reaches toward her, bumping her slender neck in quiet reassurance.
Alas, Castile knows it isn’t his place to rummage into her life. The confirmation comes the moment Starsin’s voice lowers.
His ears twist forward, the unexpected shift in mood confusing him for a heartbeat. There’s no feasible way for it to be a joke, and so his boyish grin quickly diminishes and curves into a shadowed frown. ”Probably not,” he admits honestly. A shrug ripples through his shoulders, unable to sugar coat anything, especially to someone he holds closely. ”You’ve yet to piss me off, so there’s one good streak going for you,” his grin is feeble, groping for a thread of optimism as she considers her pregnancy, and where it may lead. ”Shit happens,” and some is worse than others, he doesn’t add as his memories recall everything that he has seen and done, how many mistakes he has made and lives he has ruined. ”I’m the co-founder of the fuck-up club, so welcome aboard.” Castile’s voice lowers to match her, knowing well how turbulent and uncertain the future can be.
But unfortunately, he does not know the extent of their love, of their relationship. It could be explosive and tragic much like his and Sabra’s relationship, or it could be a quiet and painful loss like it had been with Solace. Pursing his lips tightly, Castile considers their fate while reflecting on his own experiences. Everyone is different, but there is one thing that always resonates. ”Be honest,” it’s poor advice to some, but monumental to others. ”All you can do is be honest with him and tell him the truth.” Sometimes, the truth can be a daunting thing, but Starsin has never been afraid of a challenge, of a few ruffled feathers. ”Litotes is probably in a similar predicament with Kensa, I guess. Quite the web you have there, my friend.” The blame isn’t all on her, at least. There’s an interwoven connection across multiple parties. Hearts will be broken, lives will be altered. Alas, the heart wants what it wants, and Starsin seemingly wants quite a bit. ”I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.” He reaches toward her, bumping her slender neck in quiet reassurance.
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Ayyyy finally posted lol