She shifts toward him again with her eyes laced on his rippling reflection. Everything inside him lurches, wanting to mirror her, but he doesn’t move. Her decline for his warmth echoes in the back of his mind, haunting him, rooting him to his place no matter the curiosity leaking into his blood. He wants to know her own body heat, wants to cradle her delicate curves against his side, to press his lips to the arch of her neck. What saves him from crumbling to his whims – in addition to Solace’s gentle no – is the image of Isobell taking her place. How could he ever force himself on a girl when he has a younger sister? What would she say?
In reality, Castile imagines how merciless he would be toward a male that forced her to do anything.
The sigh of his breath slips easily enough between them, the lurking quiet between them not at all uncomfortable. Their reflections hold their attention until Castile breaks his stare to look at Solace, even as their eyes do not meet. Her playful proposition piques his interest, but he doesn’t betray it. An amused, crooked grin stretches across his lips. ”I’m not too sure about that,” an innocent game, he concludes, as they banter as to whom can convince whom. Hyaline or Loess. A chuckle escapes him in response, gruffly rumbling through the deep cavity of his chest. ”You would have to be quite persuasive,” his best friend is currently in Loess, but a girl’s company would likely sway him one day.
Just not today.
”Maybe I will visit you sometime,” because all he can see is Amet standing on the crest of the hill or at the bank of the placid lake, watching him, seething. An uneasiness prickles down his spine, but he forces it aside as her pivots to face the direction of Hyaline. His mind easily maps out the worn trail between the two lands; he had often traveled it. ”I can walk you home, or at least part of the way if you’d like…” he trails off, the pattering of his heart echoing his mind’s hopefulness.
In reality, Castile imagines how merciless he would be toward a male that forced her to do anything.
The sigh of his breath slips easily enough between them, the lurking quiet between them not at all uncomfortable. Their reflections hold their attention until Castile breaks his stare to look at Solace, even as their eyes do not meet. Her playful proposition piques his interest, but he doesn’t betray it. An amused, crooked grin stretches across his lips. ”I’m not too sure about that,” an innocent game, he concludes, as they banter as to whom can convince whom. Hyaline or Loess. A chuckle escapes him in response, gruffly rumbling through the deep cavity of his chest. ”You would have to be quite persuasive,” his best friend is currently in Loess, but a girl’s company would likely sway him one day.
Just not today.
”Maybe I will visit you sometime,” because all he can see is Amet standing on the crest of the hill or at the bank of the placid lake, watching him, seething. An uneasiness prickles down his spine, but he forces it aside as her pivots to face the direction of Hyaline. His mind easily maps out the worn trail between the two lands; he had often traveled it. ”I can walk you home, or at least part of the way if you’d like…” he trails off, the pattering of his heart echoing his mind’s hopefulness.
@[Solace]