12-03-2019, 03:22 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
As though inside his mind, Straia extracts the one question that makes him stutter. Castile’s mouth opens, almost certain to know the answer, but he immediately realizes that it is the response he wants, not what is to be true. Protect them, his instincts scream, but the underlying behemoth recalls past conversations with Sochi and the truthfulness that coated her voice. With a breath that expels blackened smoke – it twirls and dances in front of his face before disappearing into the breeze – his original thought retracts to let the appropriate one reign. ”They will always be at my side,” he remarks as his eyes flash with feverish realization, ”They don’t need my protection.” Sochi has always fought at his side, even during a war that broke their young boy. Coated in blood but triumphant, Sochi returned to him; it was that moment Castile knew he chose a mate and not a damsel in distress.
To seek protection for them is to imply they are weak, all of them, but that cannot be farther from the truth. The reason he chose Sochi – the reason he loves her – is for the ferocity she exploits, and the tenderness she expresses behind closed doors. She belongs at his side, but he knows how devastating it would be to lose her, or to see her blood fall onto the battleground.
(It hasn’t happened yet)
(Do not fret)
The voice hisses as it impedes on his thoughts, dissolving his worries in a flurry of a moment. Meeting Straia’s eyes, he nods, the gesture curt and with militaristic resolve. ”Good. My knees weren’t made to bend to anyone,” perhaps once, half a lifetime ago, he would’ve submitted to many others, but not anymore. The time for that has ended. With the forbidden fruit just out of reach, and with Straia’s alluring voice, Castile can nearly taste all that he wants. It will be his, all of it.
With his sole concerns subdued and gently set aside, Castile has no other reason to hesitate. In his chest, his heart hammers euphorically; his eyes flash readily. ”Just tell me when,” the words growl from his throat as the creature within him eagerly tries to surface, wanting every piece of the chaos that thrums enticingly at its fingertips. How to begin, it wants to ask, but Castile simply waits, allowing the sweetness of suspense to course through his veins and electrify his coiled muscles. Those four words of compliance sign and offer away his body and soul for something greater.
To seek protection for them is to imply they are weak, all of them, but that cannot be farther from the truth. The reason he chose Sochi – the reason he loves her – is for the ferocity she exploits, and the tenderness she expresses behind closed doors. She belongs at his side, but he knows how devastating it would be to lose her, or to see her blood fall onto the battleground.
(It hasn’t happened yet)
(Do not fret)
The voice hisses as it impedes on his thoughts, dissolving his worries in a flurry of a moment. Meeting Straia’s eyes, he nods, the gesture curt and with militaristic resolve. ”Good. My knees weren’t made to bend to anyone,” perhaps once, half a lifetime ago, he would’ve submitted to many others, but not anymore. The time for that has ended. With the forbidden fruit just out of reach, and with Straia’s alluring voice, Castile can nearly taste all that he wants. It will be his, all of it.
With his sole concerns subdued and gently set aside, Castile has no other reason to hesitate. In his chest, his heart hammers euphorically; his eyes flash readily. ”Just tell me when,” the words growl from his throat as the creature within him eagerly tries to surface, wanting every piece of the chaos that thrums enticingly at its fingertips. How to begin, it wants to ask, but Castile simply waits, allowing the sweetness of suspense to course through his veins and electrify his coiled muscles. Those four words of compliance sign and offer away his body and soul for something greater.
castile
@[Straia]