05-24-2019, 12:28 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
Their mother raised them well; Castile will always give Solace proper credit regarding their twins. What turmoil he faced, what destroyed and pulled him from his family, still weighs heavily on his shoulders. Ever since childhood, he vowed to himself to be a present father, but the first opportunity he had was futile. Naturally, he loves them both, but the sense of failure has been a constant thorn in his side. Things could have been different. Alas, the world works in funny ways and fate is inexorable.
Peering through his forelock, Castile rather quickly glimpses his eldest son looming near Loess’ border. There has never been a need for a visit, much to his dismay truthfully. It piques his interest. Subliminally, he considers whether Solace sent him to chisel away the king’s stony exterior and soften his intentions for the kingdom. With a deep breath, he withdraws from grazing to join his son.
”Velk,” he greets amiably as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and blurs the sharp edges of his face. Forever and always, his children will hold his heart and bring out the compassion that he so rarely exposes to the world. Reaching forward, he bumps Velk playfully on the neck. Simultaneously, he breathes in a lungful of air that is heavily tainted by Sylva. With much difficulty, he harbors the distaste for the territory and conceals it from view. ”What brings you to Loess?” And with a thoughtful pause he asks, ”Have you seen your sister during your travels to the forest?” He mentions not of Mary who is also heavily mingled with his son’s scent.
Peering through his forelock, Castile rather quickly glimpses his eldest son looming near Loess’ border. There has never been a need for a visit, much to his dismay truthfully. It piques his interest. Subliminally, he considers whether Solace sent him to chisel away the king’s stony exterior and soften his intentions for the kingdom. With a deep breath, he withdraws from grazing to join his son.
”Velk,” he greets amiably as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and blurs the sharp edges of his face. Forever and always, his children will hold his heart and bring out the compassion that he so rarely exposes to the world. Reaching forward, he bumps Velk playfully on the neck. Simultaneously, he breathes in a lungful of air that is heavily tainted by Sylva. With much difficulty, he harbors the distaste for the territory and conceals it from view. ”What brings you to Loess?” And with a thoughtful pause he asks, ”Have you seen your sister during your travels to the forest?” He mentions not of Mary who is also heavily mingled with his son’s scent.
castile
@[Velk]