04-30-2020, 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
Oh, to be young again.
Immortality preserves him, retaining his physical youth even as his mind ages and learns, molding with every passing year. How he yearns to be an ignorant and blissful child again soaring among the clouds with Solace and with his father. Everything was care-free then.
In this moment, he wants to be just as free, but his thoughts are heavy with remorse and uncertainty for the days to come. Still he smiles and laughs with Alcinder, but there’s a darkness creeping like fog on the edges of his mind.
You’re the coolest, dad.
Castile beams at this, his heart soaring as high as they are in the sky in relief that perhaps, finally, he is doing something right. It nearly goes unanswered until flocks of birds join their games, flying and twisting in the sky with them. ”I’m not the one cool enough to have bird friends,” Mako is the same, befriending a dove. Laughter pours from him in their exhilaration as his gaze sweeps back and forth among the fowl. ”Unless you’re just bringing me some dinner,” but of course he is joking; there’s no intention to harm their companions. Executing another barrel roll, Castile draws in a lungful of the cool, fresh air before shifting his weight and rising just above his son. The wind tousles their locks and it takes everything in the former king to not shift (there’s something invigorating about flying as a dragon). Glancing down, he just barely hears Alcinder over the roar of the wind. ”Let’s go!” There’s no hesitation, no other idea to offer. To the ocean. That’s what his boy wants to see.
With smooth, practiced movements, Castile alters their path northwest from Loess, aiming for the canal separating the Silver Cove peninsula from Taiga and Nerine. From there, the ocean is endless, extending beyond the horizon and what the eye can see. The afternoon sun blankets across their bodies, keeping them warm even at their altitude. Like a the king he once was, Castile points out the kingdoms beneath them, giving Alcinder a glimpse of geographical education before they reach their destination.
It's here, staring at the open miles of ocean, that Castile realizes how small they actually are in this world, and how peaceful it is here with only his son.
Immortality preserves him, retaining his physical youth even as his mind ages and learns, molding with every passing year. How he yearns to be an ignorant and blissful child again soaring among the clouds with Solace and with his father. Everything was care-free then.
In this moment, he wants to be just as free, but his thoughts are heavy with remorse and uncertainty for the days to come. Still he smiles and laughs with Alcinder, but there’s a darkness creeping like fog on the edges of his mind.
You’re the coolest, dad.
Castile beams at this, his heart soaring as high as they are in the sky in relief that perhaps, finally, he is doing something right. It nearly goes unanswered until flocks of birds join their games, flying and twisting in the sky with them. ”I’m not the one cool enough to have bird friends,” Mako is the same, befriending a dove. Laughter pours from him in their exhilaration as his gaze sweeps back and forth among the fowl. ”Unless you’re just bringing me some dinner,” but of course he is joking; there’s no intention to harm their companions. Executing another barrel roll, Castile draws in a lungful of the cool, fresh air before shifting his weight and rising just above his son. The wind tousles their locks and it takes everything in the former king to not shift (there’s something invigorating about flying as a dragon). Glancing down, he just barely hears Alcinder over the roar of the wind. ”Let’s go!” There’s no hesitation, no other idea to offer. To the ocean. That’s what his boy wants to see.
With smooth, practiced movements, Castile alters their path northwest from Loess, aiming for the canal separating the Silver Cove peninsula from Taiga and Nerine. From there, the ocean is endless, extending beyond the horizon and what the eye can see. The afternoon sun blankets across their bodies, keeping them warm even at their altitude. Like a the king he once was, Castile points out the kingdoms beneath them, giving Alcinder a glimpse of geographical education before they reach their destination.
It's here, staring at the open miles of ocean, that Castile realizes how small they actually are in this world, and how peaceful it is here with only his son.
castile
@[Alcinder]
how are they so cute