She, the dreamer girl, has crossed his dreams as many faceless shadows have. They are untroubled and ignorant of what goes on around them. Castile watches them flutter by in his sleep, envying them, wanting to be them. He has only known conflict – hardly in the outside world – that cuts through his mind like knives each and every day. The internal struggle he experiences has become a great part of him by now. What is inner peace? What is true happiness? He can recall brief segments of joy back when his shifting didn’t control him or have its own poisonous voice in his head. There was a time that he had been carefree and when he only concerned himself with his next feeding from mother.
Has it been that long? Since his childhood?
A breath catches in his throat when his eyes suddenly reel open. The dreamer girl had passed him in his sleep just as she does now with a honeyed smile on her face and a blissful perception of the forest towering above them. Castile looks on, curiously and enviously, but he doesn’t hold it against her. He doesn’t frown when her smile radiates. Wait, come back, he wants to say as she slips deeper into the system of trees, her skin dappled by the thin sheets of sunlight breaking through the canopy.
She is fading, just like in his dreams.
A glance down confirms that he isn’t rooted to the ground like when he sleeps. The dreams that play are a movie reel that he cannot take part in; he is immobile and forced to watch these nameless, happy figures flaunt their joy before disappearing again and again.
But he isn’t dreaming this time. He is awake. He can move.
A plume of black smoke coils from his nostrils when he lurches forward and slips among the forest’s sentinels to find her. ”Hello,” he says to her while stepping over fallen branches to reach her side. ”You look so happy,” his voice mirrors the fascination of his thoughts, ”So radiant.” Because he won’t withhold the truth from her. The brightness forms an alluring aura around her that draws him in, but he dare not step closer than he already is. ”Why?” Perhaps he should’ve asked how so that he may learn, but there is a sliver of him that is afraid to know. Is it possible for a monster to be truly happy and to find peace?
(No)
Has it been that long? Since his childhood?
A breath catches in his throat when his eyes suddenly reel open. The dreamer girl had passed him in his sleep just as she does now with a honeyed smile on her face and a blissful perception of the forest towering above them. Castile looks on, curiously and enviously, but he doesn’t hold it against her. He doesn’t frown when her smile radiates. Wait, come back, he wants to say as she slips deeper into the system of trees, her skin dappled by the thin sheets of sunlight breaking through the canopy.
She is fading, just like in his dreams.
A glance down confirms that he isn’t rooted to the ground like when he sleeps. The dreams that play are a movie reel that he cannot take part in; he is immobile and forced to watch these nameless, happy figures flaunt their joy before disappearing again and again.
But he isn’t dreaming this time. He is awake. He can move.
A plume of black smoke coils from his nostrils when he lurches forward and slips among the forest’s sentinels to find her. ”Hello,” he says to her while stepping over fallen branches to reach her side. ”You look so happy,” his voice mirrors the fascination of his thoughts, ”So radiant.” Because he won’t withhold the truth from her. The brightness forms an alluring aura around her that draws him in, but he dare not step closer than he already is. ”Why?” Perhaps he should’ve asked how so that he may learn, but there is a sliver of him that is afraid to know. Is it possible for a monster to be truly happy and to find peace?
(No)
@[Shelbi] @[Madelyn]
I disappeared for a bit after you posted this and then had to find the post again. I suck and I'm sorry lmao