12-07-2017, 07:09 PM
Ask her again, he muses. Make her answer, make her admit to what happened. There is more to the story than she is letting on. She, his sweet sister, is keeping secrets from him; the accusation lies unbidden in his mind, dormant, festering, and never leaving his mouth.
Don’t force her.
She’s still trying to swallow the events, trying to grasp the changes that have overcome her body.
Castile’s mouth opens to push her, but he shuts it quickly to instead savor their loving embrace. His breath evens, his heart eases its heated sprint, and his muscles unwind as her body heat radiates through him. The sweetness of her voice is a thick balm across his uncertainty, taking his mind off her outward changes for the moment. Even as his eyes trace along the edges of her face, he doesn’t ask further. The children of Nayl and Lior are of the sea and sky, of water and fire. The more he considers it, the more enthralling it is.
”Loess,” he murmurs into the arch of her neck and while his voice seems convinced, his mind brews with uncertainty. His weight shifts from one side to the other, his wings shuffle idly until comfort finds him at last. ”Unless there is something you wish from me, Queen Isobell.” The smile that creeps along the line of his lips is brimming with amusement, but also pride. He knows he should return to Loess, perhaps pursue a role as a General, but he can’t help but wonder whether he and Isobell would be more powerful united than separated.
Don’t force her.
She’s still trying to swallow the events, trying to grasp the changes that have overcome her body.
Castile’s mouth opens to push her, but he shuts it quickly to instead savor their loving embrace. His breath evens, his heart eases its heated sprint, and his muscles unwind as her body heat radiates through him. The sweetness of her voice is a thick balm across his uncertainty, taking his mind off her outward changes for the moment. Even as his eyes trace along the edges of her face, he doesn’t ask further. The children of Nayl and Lior are of the sea and sky, of water and fire. The more he considers it, the more enthralling it is.
”Loess,” he murmurs into the arch of her neck and while his voice seems convinced, his mind brews with uncertainty. His weight shifts from one side to the other, his wings shuffle idly until comfort finds him at last. ”Unless there is something you wish from me, Queen Isobell.” The smile that creeps along the line of his lips is brimming with amusement, but also pride. He knows he should return to Loess, perhaps pursue a role as a General, but he can’t help but wonder whether he and Isobell would be more powerful united than separated.