12-10-2019, 09:52 AM
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
Sochi witnessed his rage, tasted the anger that rolled off him in turbulent waves, when the faeries made a mockery of him by stripping him down to nothing. In those moments, he was vulnerable and felt so very weak even as she tenderly caressed him with her lips and a lover’s embrace. I’m not a predator, he mumbled to her, but she reassured him just as she always has when he needs it the most.
He realizes he isn’t perfect, that he is volatile and impulsive, but at least she grounds him while still electrifying him with perpetual excitement.
It’s one of the many reasons he loves her.
In his attempt to return to the Mountain, a distraction posed as an obstacle and halted his ambitions. The words were honey, so tantalizing and sweet to hear. It was as though she crawled into his head to extract his deepest and wildest dreams, feeding him ideas that she knew he wanted. Every stream of thought purposefully steered him away from the Mountain and set his eyes on the world as an entirety. It was his to take. They all feared him before, but he was hospitable then, and he was kind. They’ve broken him without even realizing.
But they will know soon enough.
So very soon.
He comes to her by flight, guided solely by his draconic wings. A swift shift in his weight commences a fluid descent that lands him within a few feet of her. Wind dances with the dirt in the last few seconds before his hooves alight on the rocky hill. ”Hello, my love,” a jagged smile stretches across his mouth as he reaches for her, leaning into her neck and breathing her in as though it has been years. He missed her, but the confession never reaches far enough to be heard as he pulls her into him.
Their body heat mingles as they fit together, puzzle pieces finally coming together again. Castile cannot help to bury his face into her neck, holding her for a few more seconds before slowly drawing back and searching her face. ”It seems much is happening,” he pauses to gather his thoughts and to skim the edges of the events he has heard, both directly and indirectly. His mismatched eyes fall contemplatively but soon rise again to level on her own. ”Lepis may be returning to Loess and leave Pteron in charge,” he pauses to swallow the lump of uncertainty in his throat, ”I gave Taiga our daughter. She is pregnant with Pteron’s child. She will be the link between the two territories.” There is so much more to tell her, but suddenly everything dissipates, melting with his mounting curiosity.
They both know Reia is a kindred spirit, never obeying expectations. Their wild child, he has frequently commented with lighthearted laughter. How then, he wonders, will Sochi take to the information that he sold away their daughter for a political stance. She is no Queen. Diplomacy never interested her; she never regarded herself a princess though it is her right.
It makes her the king’s broodmare, almost. A bargaining chip as they combine two families to solidify their strength and unity.
Without having realized he was holding his breath, Castile finally - slowly - exhales.
He realizes he isn’t perfect, that he is volatile and impulsive, but at least she grounds him while still electrifying him with perpetual excitement.
It’s one of the many reasons he loves her.
In his attempt to return to the Mountain, a distraction posed as an obstacle and halted his ambitions. The words were honey, so tantalizing and sweet to hear. It was as though she crawled into his head to extract his deepest and wildest dreams, feeding him ideas that she knew he wanted. Every stream of thought purposefully steered him away from the Mountain and set his eyes on the world as an entirety. It was his to take. They all feared him before, but he was hospitable then, and he was kind. They’ve broken him without even realizing.
But they will know soon enough.
So very soon.
He comes to her by flight, guided solely by his draconic wings. A swift shift in his weight commences a fluid descent that lands him within a few feet of her. Wind dances with the dirt in the last few seconds before his hooves alight on the rocky hill. ”Hello, my love,” a jagged smile stretches across his mouth as he reaches for her, leaning into her neck and breathing her in as though it has been years. He missed her, but the confession never reaches far enough to be heard as he pulls her into him.
Their body heat mingles as they fit together, puzzle pieces finally coming together again. Castile cannot help to bury his face into her neck, holding her for a few more seconds before slowly drawing back and searching her face. ”It seems much is happening,” he pauses to gather his thoughts and to skim the edges of the events he has heard, both directly and indirectly. His mismatched eyes fall contemplatively but soon rise again to level on her own. ”Lepis may be returning to Loess and leave Pteron in charge,” he pauses to swallow the lump of uncertainty in his throat, ”I gave Taiga our daughter. She is pregnant with Pteron’s child. She will be the link between the two territories.” There is so much more to tell her, but suddenly everything dissipates, melting with his mounting curiosity.
They both know Reia is a kindred spirit, never obeying expectations. Their wild child, he has frequently commented with lighthearted laughter. How then, he wonders, will Sochi take to the information that he sold away their daughter for a political stance. She is no Queen. Diplomacy never interested her; she never regarded herself a princess though it is her right.
It makes her the king’s broodmare, almost. A bargaining chip as they combine two families to solidify their strength and unity.
Without having realized he was holding his breath, Castile finally - slowly - exhales.
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@[sochi]