i always wanted to die clean and pretty
but i'd be too busy on working days
For a moment, the cremello stallion feels entirely alone, and gulps back the wish that Kensa or Starsin were here to comfort him with just their presences. He feels that heartbreak as it wrenches another faultline in his heart, but a second-long closing of his eyes steadies him just in time for Castile’s arrival.
A smile grows pure and happy across his lips at the sight of his friend. “Castile!” he calls, nearly forgetting why he is there. The dragon-king’s questions draws him from that familiar reverie, causing his gemstone eyes to cloud and his raised chin to tuck closer to his neck. They brush quickly over that question when the cremello settles on the daughter close to Cas’ side. He smiles down at her, that foolish weak-spot for children clear in his face.
“This is Ghaul, my youngest son,” this he states with pride, even if most are frightened by the horns protruding from the colt’s eye sockets. “And it is a pleasure to meet you, Cyprin,” he adds with a drop his head, level eyes dropping to meet her’s.
Before an awkward silence can spread between the two kings, Vulgaris arrives with yet another foal. “Vulgaris,” Lie murmurs, then looks down at the mischievous girl close to his side. A smile creeps up again, one that grows as Meraki prods at Ghaul. They make a fine pair, he thinks—both strange and powerful.
Heartfire is soon to follow. The Archon sighs with relief, happy that he will not have to blather on about nothing while waiting for the last kingdom leader to arrive. “Heartfire,” is his dutiful greeting, followed by a dip of his head. She has a much heavier attitude than Vulgaris and Litotes, and the cremello scrambles in his head for a gentler way to speak to Castile. He nearly sighs, resigning himself to the realization that no matter how he words this, the draconic king will not be pleased.
“Castile, can you tell us what you are doing with Taiga?” Lie casts a furtive glance at Heartfire, his jaw set as he hopes she is not displeased with his approach. The Archon thinks his friend deserves a chance to explain himself, though he hardly has hope there will be a good reason for Lepis’ and Wolfbane’s actions. “Lepis has made her pointless mutiny very clear . . . Does she have your support?”
He supposes that is all they really need to know.
@[Heartfire] @[Castile] @[vulgaris]
