06-07-2019, 03:14 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
Admittedly, Castile’s heart sinks a little when Velk admits not having seen Valdis of late. The mixture binds together – both that he wants the twins to ever remain bonded, and that his eldest remains unspoken for – and churns his stomach uncomfortably, but he offers a nod nonetheless. ”I guess we can only hope she is doing well,” he murmurs into the cool air between them before his eyes lift to study Velk’s. He sees more Solace than himself in the boy – no matter his age, he will always be a boy in his father’s eyes – which brings an odd sense of relief. She, their mother, was always stronger in spirit and devotion. There have been many times Castile cursed himself for having let her slip through his arms, but their lives spurred apart. They were far too different to have worked.
But at least when their lives were entwined beautifully, they were able to create their twins.
With Solace having nurtured them in childhood, Castile finds himself trying to dominate their adulthood. He welcomes Velk’s confusion and question with a gentle tilt of his head to begin. As he listens, however, he finds himself nearly at a loss for words.
His mouth opens, shuts, then opens again only to rattle out a hesitating hiss that stabs into the quiet space between them. His teeth clap shut again. His eyes fall and his ears swivel in uncertainty. ”Mary,” he grumbles, unable to mask the underlying distaste for the woman. As much as he wants to criticize Velk’s choices, he finds himself incapable of putting his son down. Sometimes, there is no controlling what the heart wants and needs.
Still, honesty always rears itself.
”Are you sure the twins are both yours?” Beneath his unruly forelock, Castile’s eyes narrow in mistrust. She reeked of multiple others and her pompous attitude made him question her extensively. Thoughtfully licking his lips, Castile takes a single step back to sweep his mismatched eyes across his son. ”I didn’t know if I was ready to be a father when you and your sister were born,” the confession pains him because he failed them without ever intending to. ”But I grew up loved by a family. You know what it’s like to be loved, so extend that to them. Be present.” A sweep of his tail is a minute distraction to the surfacing sense of reminiscent unhappiness. ”I wanted to be there for you and Valdis, but the world works in odd ways and tore me from you both. Don’t fall into that trap, or any traps,” his voice hardens now as his mind constricts around the idea of Mary mothering his grandchildren. ”Don’t let her use your children against the family, Velk. Stay close to them, love them…” he trails off but blinks and resumes, ”… bring them here to visit. I want to get to know my grandchildren.” I want to keep them from Mary’s poison, he doesn’t admit.
But at least when their lives were entwined beautifully, they were able to create their twins.
With Solace having nurtured them in childhood, Castile finds himself trying to dominate their adulthood. He welcomes Velk’s confusion and question with a gentle tilt of his head to begin. As he listens, however, he finds himself nearly at a loss for words.
His mouth opens, shuts, then opens again only to rattle out a hesitating hiss that stabs into the quiet space between them. His teeth clap shut again. His eyes fall and his ears swivel in uncertainty. ”Mary,” he grumbles, unable to mask the underlying distaste for the woman. As much as he wants to criticize Velk’s choices, he finds himself incapable of putting his son down. Sometimes, there is no controlling what the heart wants and needs.
Still, honesty always rears itself.
”Are you sure the twins are both yours?” Beneath his unruly forelock, Castile’s eyes narrow in mistrust. She reeked of multiple others and her pompous attitude made him question her extensively. Thoughtfully licking his lips, Castile takes a single step back to sweep his mismatched eyes across his son. ”I didn’t know if I was ready to be a father when you and your sister were born,” the confession pains him because he failed them without ever intending to. ”But I grew up loved by a family. You know what it’s like to be loved, so extend that to them. Be present.” A sweep of his tail is a minute distraction to the surfacing sense of reminiscent unhappiness. ”I wanted to be there for you and Valdis, but the world works in odd ways and tore me from you both. Don’t fall into that trap, or any traps,” his voice hardens now as his mind constricts around the idea of Mary mothering his grandchildren. ”Don’t let her use your children against the family, Velk. Stay close to them, love them…” he trails off but blinks and resumes, ”… bring them here to visit. I want to get to know my grandchildren.” I want to keep them from Mary’s poison, he doesn’t admit.
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@[Velk]