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Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings // Castile - Santana - 10-08-2018 raul & santana fire cannot kill a dragon @[Castile] RE: Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings // Castile - Castile - 10-08-2018
The solitude has settled the fire pouring through his veins. Every seething muscle has been soothed by the ebbing tide as he stands chest-deep in its current. With his eyes cast out thoughtfully, Castile reflects on Sabra, and on Santana and the girl. Emotions swirled in a turbulent storm. There was no coming back from it, the fire had ignited and exploded.
He didn’t want that, not for their first meeting. Perhaps, he should have expected it. Santana has a monster lingering within him as Castile does. Mastering it was the trouble. Easily enough, the minutes slipped seamlessly into an hour before Castile escaped the grasp of the ocean. With his mind slipping into tranquility, he is better able to address his son when he unexpectedly arrived. He would have been prepared and on the defensive prior to his self-induced mediation, but the lull of the waves tampers the heat in his blood. Blinking thoughtfully, Castile truly drinks in the sight of his son this time, no longer concerned with an emotionally-brimming shift. ”Yes,” he finally answers after a long enough consideration of the transpired events, ”you could have.” With a shake of his head, Castile pushes away the possibility of ever seeing Sabra crumpled, lifeless, on the beach. For a few breaths, he concentrates on the sand underfoot as it dampens from the water dripping from his stomach and chest. This is the moment he has been looking forward to. Finally, he is speaking with his son – or, has the opportunity to – so why are words failing him? When his voice does finally rise from the silence, it’s stern like that of a concerned father – a tone fitting for him, truly. ”We underestimate how dangerous we can be,” and although he warned Sabra and Solace he still couldn’t fathom what he was entirely. ”I almost killed someone, too.” A regret he has buried deep in his conscious, never wanting to revisit it. But her scars, he remembers, are puckered and remind him of his faults and failures. RE: Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings // Castile - Santana - 10-10-2018 raul & santana fire cannot kill a dragon @[Castile] RE: Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings // Castile - Castile - 10-22-2018 This is so familiar, Castile thinks to himself underneath a stoic mask, except this time he isn’t the victim. He stands here as a teacher, composed and collected despite his initial meet with Santana. They are two titans. It would behoove them to cooperate and learn, to love as a family should and set aside the past. Despite the best route, their minds are both weighed heavily with uncertainty.
Santana is brimming with emotions, an inner storm rolling in then ebbing away. Castile takes careful notice, his eyes gleaming in scrutiny as though expecting another outburst, but it doesn’t come. His son steadies himself and strains his focus on a shrub. ”That’s improvement already,” he remarks, his gaze shifting away as he searches for advice. This day, he knew, loomed but still he finds himself unprepared and nearly at a loss for words. Seclusion had been his ally when it seemed impossible to think for himself or control his ferocity. Yet, he can’t bring himself to admit this because he refuses to shun Santana; he won’t miss more time with his son. So, he contemplates and gropes for an answer but his honesty outweighs anything he could sugarcoat. ”That’ll happen,” he begins with a shrug of his broad shoulders, ”and it’ll be difficult to turn down the opportunity. We are hunters.” But they are different from most; they are fiercer and larger than a jungle cat or wolf. And perhaps that is what makes it more difficult to control. A moment’s hesitation lifts Castile’s mismatched eyes back onto Santana’s. ”I hurt someone I cared about, and that’s what made me realize I needed to learn control. Battling made it worse, but I don’t even have full control with that either. The adrenaline…” that’s his Achilles Heel. The surge through his blood sets his world aflame. ”You need to keep your emotions low, and not get frantic or too excitable.” Here, he is at first stamped with a creased frown, but a memory slips into the forefront of his mind. What had been embarrassing then is at least funny now. The crisp edges of his face soften and a half-hearted chuckle melts the tension between them. ”When I liked a girl, a couple parts of my body would shift. I can only imagine how awkward I looked with a random claw or elongated snout while everything else was that of a horse.” He was younger when he first met Solace. Ciri, he was a mere boy awestruck by a woman who pressed against him. He always just wanted to love, and be loved. Blinking back the memories, Castile straightens and inclines his heart. ”Shift one part of your body at a time.” A curt demand spoken from the tongue of a loving father. RE: Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings // Castile - Santana - 11-03-2018 Santana couldn't help the flicker of pride that filled his chest at his father's words. Despite his own misgivings, he was finding that he liked this serious stallion. Damn. As the conversation progressed he felt a mixture of despair and reassurance. If nothing else, he had to appreciate that Castile didn't seem keen on bullshitting him. He was treating the pale youth's concerns with grave understanding, and offering what answers he could. He soon found himself relaxing a bit, letting some of the tension out of his muscles. A sarcastic snort escaped him at his father's suggestion to keep his emotions low. "Easier said than done, old man. But then I guess you'd know that." The pearly white curtain of his tail flicked absently, halting when Castile's next phrase registered. "When you... oh my gods, that is so wrong. I don't need to know the details of how I came to be." His ears tipped backwards in alarm, desperately hoping this was as close to that conversation as he ever got with his sire. The foggy look that had come over the larger stallion faded into something sharper. Suddenly Tana was treated to flashback of his mother's scolding expression when he'd misremembered some fact she was trying to teach them. The sterness had returned to his features and the command fell from his mouth purposefully. A vaguely insolent expression crossed boy's face, at the same time registering that this persona of his father's was that of a general. This was a man who could command armies. A man who was used to getting his way. The broad expanses of his wings flexed thoughtfully, but he knew that they were a bad candidate for the experiment Castile required. Those were draconic enough, but he'd been born with them. Feeling a little stupid, he shut his eyes, envisioning the possibilities. He'd never even seen a dragon... with a deep breath, his body made the decision for him. Tail flicked back and forth, steady as a pendulum. What was a dragon's tail like? Heavy. Longer bones, thicker muscles. Maybe ridged or spined. Back and forth, back and forth. Between one breath and the next he felt the difference. The pain his jaw had felt at sprouting razored teeth was echoed in the bones of his tail. Stretching and popping into new dimensions. The skin grew almost unbearably itchy. For one beautiful moment, he was in control. His eyes snapped open, thrilled at the success he felt before seeing. Like a long, opal-scaled serpent, his tail rested on the ground behind him. The tightly coiled beast within scented opportunity. It was like jagged claws tearing him apart from the inside. Every muscle and bone tightened violently, spasming almost past the point of bearing. The worm that had been lingering just below his consciousness had longed for such a chance, it did not hesitate when freedom was offered. The pain was gone as quickly as it had surged, leaving behind a very startled dragonling in its wake. He was no bigger than usual, only longer and lower. The predatory instincts were much stronger in this form, making the young drake snap at the starkly marked equid before him absently. Something was weird with his vision. His tail swept the scrubby earth uncertainly. Every inch of him shone in the sunlight like he was a dragon sculpted of snow and ice. A baffled whine reverberated from his armored chest, matched by the look on his newly narrowed face. Now what? The words tried to form, but only a low snarl came out. @[Castile] sorry it's so late, but seemed important to finish. RE: Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings // Castile - Castile - 11-04-2018 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 castile @[Santana] |