12-02-2017, 08:31 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
The awkward, tense silence between them seems to stretch for an eternity. It would be easier not to have this conversation, to forget entirely that he had intended to find Castile. But the youth stallion is sick of thinking about running. He will not run. And he decides in that moment that he needs to remember exactly who and what he is.
"Okay," he says with finality as the dragon-shifter answers his question. A dead end. His lips twitch into a frown, breaking the neutrality of his facade ─ of course it would not be that easy to find her attacker. Why would it be? The gilded king tightens his muscles and shifts his weight as if to pivot and leave when Castile's voice breaks the silence once more.
She loves you, you know.
Amet's ears twitch as he turns his gold-flecked eyes back to the painted stallion, locking him with a hard gaze. He doesn't offer response, biting his own tongue as he notices the look on Castile's face. As if he wants to add more.
Castile starts and then stops, catching his words. The falsity goes unfinished and Amet raises a brow at the tobiano stallion with a curiosity that is twinged with a hint of respect. "Thank you," he says finally, his tone still cold but not as terse, "for making sure she made it back safely." For not insulting his intelligence by lying. For not pretending that there had been nothing to worry about.
"Let me know if you hear any word of who could have done this," he requests as he turns, moving further south and effectively severing their conversation.
Amet
@[Castile] - So so so so sorry for the wait. It's been so busy lately. I'm going to have Amet drop by Loess to see Castile soon.