03-18-2018, 04:36 PM
”Where it got them,” he repeats thoughtfully before a shrug ripples through his broad shoulders. Mother told him all that she knew about the Amazons, but it was limited to the stories passed down from his great-grandmother. They could be bias, subjective truths, or even lies; nonetheless, they survived. ”But also look at how many successful generations there were.” Even with the minor contradiction, his voice remains fairly light, but still somewhat distracted by the workings of his mind…
(… and the fire)
Her body has been kissed by fire, but her eyes are an alluring veridian that entice him each time he levels his gaze on hers. ”Each Queen will have different expectations and different rules,” Hestia wants equality in her ranks which is an enticement to him, but his reservations prevent him from accepting the offer. ”So what makes this the Amazons then, and makes it any different from the other kingdoms?” An inquisitive tilt of his head slants a sheet of sunlight across his mismatched eyes. They study Hestia’s face, noting her glances and reactions and how she weighs the idea of having him among her ranks to join her male champion. He could come home, he muses, but something deeper growls at the prospect.
(Change)
Castile is different from when he was a child romping in the shallows. There is something in him that is stronger, more volatile. He’s as dangerous as the volcano in Tephra.
(Find it)
(Find fire)
Hestia.
The inferno of her body, her wings, still continue to draw in his attention, but her words distract him albeit briefly. ”A wise way to think,” he admits to her planning as he considers what it would be like to have children and to hope for their safe return. ”I hope they find you soon,” it’s all he can fathom to say. What would parenthood be like? What about to lose children? Is it remotely close to the sense of loss in his heart with not having seen Isobell? He had searched for her in Loess. Although her scent permeated the air, he never saw a flash of her face, only Ivar.
And then he left, too.
”I haven’t been there long,” he confesses in a husky voice, ”I wandered for a long time before deciding to go to Loess.” What he doesn’t add is the reason behind a nomadic lifestyle. It wasn’t a decision he made happily. The pain and fear of what he is clouded his judgment and spiraled him into a dark place. He wanted to hide from himself and from Beqanna so they wouldn’t see what a monster he had become.
But he needs to accept it, to live with it. To move forward.
(To hunt)
(… and the fire)
Her body has been kissed by fire, but her eyes are an alluring veridian that entice him each time he levels his gaze on hers. ”Each Queen will have different expectations and different rules,” Hestia wants equality in her ranks which is an enticement to him, but his reservations prevent him from accepting the offer. ”So what makes this the Amazons then, and makes it any different from the other kingdoms?” An inquisitive tilt of his head slants a sheet of sunlight across his mismatched eyes. They study Hestia’s face, noting her glances and reactions and how she weighs the idea of having him among her ranks to join her male champion. He could come home, he muses, but something deeper growls at the prospect.
(Change)
Castile is different from when he was a child romping in the shallows. There is something in him that is stronger, more volatile. He’s as dangerous as the volcano in Tephra.
(Find it)
(Find fire)
Hestia.
The inferno of her body, her wings, still continue to draw in his attention, but her words distract him albeit briefly. ”A wise way to think,” he admits to her planning as he considers what it would be like to have children and to hope for their safe return. ”I hope they find you soon,” it’s all he can fathom to say. What would parenthood be like? What about to lose children? Is it remotely close to the sense of loss in his heart with not having seen Isobell? He had searched for her in Loess. Although her scent permeated the air, he never saw a flash of her face, only Ivar.
And then he left, too.
”I haven’t been there long,” he confesses in a husky voice, ”I wandered for a long time before deciding to go to Loess.” What he doesn’t add is the reason behind a nomadic lifestyle. It wasn’t a decision he made happily. The pain and fear of what he is clouded his judgment and spiraled him into a dark place. He wanted to hide from himself and from Beqanna so they wouldn’t see what a monster he had become.
But he needs to accept it, to live with it. To move forward.
(To hunt)