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
Waiting.
Simply waiting.
She should have been here by now, he catches himself saying quietly aloud under the gray winter sky. For weeks, Castile has wandered the outskirts of Loess or soared high above through the clouds in silent anticipation. There is also worry, however; how will she affect the dynamic among them all, or the plans he has developed through dusky conversations? His thoughts trace back to Straia and to the hunger she has helped to fester in his ambitious soul. What will Lepis say?
There was never an official answer, but her heart, he knows, craves Loess. She wants the foothills again, the cacti and cliffsides. She wants it all back, and he offered it to her on a silver platter.
It’s almost futile. Castile’s eyes blink as the sun peeks out from behind the clouds and glints off the metallic strands of his mane and forelock. A daily reminder of having come in third place. He suddenly bristles as though it has affected his life, as though everything was ripped out from underneath him. A low snarl vibrates through him, but is abruptly halted by the sight of Lepis cresting a hill. It comes first as a surprise despite having anticipated this day, but it seems like eons ago since they huddled beneath the Taigan forest and discussed their plans.
Swallowing past his hesitation, Castile finally moves toward her with a smile that broadens the closer he gets. ”Lepis!” it’s impossible to hide his jubilance whenever their paths cross. She, among the few, has been a constant throughout his life. Each hurdle, each rise and fall, Lepis was not far from his reach. Family, he reminds himself daily; that’s exactly what they are.
His voice and demeanor is as warm as the flames inside him when he draws to a halt in front of her. ”Welcome home,” he does not bar her way or block her view of the distance mountains, instead angling himself to open it all up to her. ”Have you thought about what I said?” Because although this will always be her true home, he isn’t sure where her mind stands as the politics surge around them.
Simply waiting.
She should have been here by now, he catches himself saying quietly aloud under the gray winter sky. For weeks, Castile has wandered the outskirts of Loess or soared high above through the clouds in silent anticipation. There is also worry, however; how will she affect the dynamic among them all, or the plans he has developed through dusky conversations? His thoughts trace back to Straia and to the hunger she has helped to fester in his ambitious soul. What will Lepis say?
There was never an official answer, but her heart, he knows, craves Loess. She wants the foothills again, the cacti and cliffsides. She wants it all back, and he offered it to her on a silver platter.
It’s almost futile. Castile’s eyes blink as the sun peeks out from behind the clouds and glints off the metallic strands of his mane and forelock. A daily reminder of having come in third place. He suddenly bristles as though it has affected his life, as though everything was ripped out from underneath him. A low snarl vibrates through him, but is abruptly halted by the sight of Lepis cresting a hill. It comes first as a surprise despite having anticipated this day, but it seems like eons ago since they huddled beneath the Taigan forest and discussed their plans.
Swallowing past his hesitation, Castile finally moves toward her with a smile that broadens the closer he gets. ”Lepis!” it’s impossible to hide his jubilance whenever their paths cross. She, among the few, has been a constant throughout his life. Each hurdle, each rise and fall, Lepis was not far from his reach. Family, he reminds himself daily; that’s exactly what they are.
His voice and demeanor is as warm as the flames inside him when he draws to a halt in front of her. ”Welcome home,” he does not bar her way or block her view of the distance mountains, instead angling himself to open it all up to her. ”Have you thought about what I said?” Because although this will always be her true home, he isn’t sure where her mind stands as the politics surge around them.
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