09-09-2018, 05:08 PM
Among every scenario that played across his mind, this was the least expected. Castile’s stare freezes over as it flickers from Santana, to Sabra, then back. Tension had been almost a given. After having missed his children’s childhoods, he assumed they would turn a cold shoulder and kick him aside like yesterday’s shit. That, he prepared for. Brick by brick, his expectations built a wall around his heart and created a barrier to help him remain steadfast.
But this? To act out was far beyond what Castile ever pictured, and unfortunately, both the shock of it and his nature prove to not handle it well.
Sabra slips away beneath a veil of uncertainty when the males are distracted. Her gaze is ablaze with concern for all, but Castile doesn’t take notice. Santana is instead consuming all of his focus as the boy slithers sideways to protect the girl. She has no name, not yet; she is merely a face shadowed by the escalating family qualm. ”Do you really think she’s in harm’s way, or do you just want to look like a dramatic hero?” Castile mirrors Santana; when his son steps to the left, so does he. They are dancing with an unnatural grace, their slit eyes fixated on one another. ”Is this really how you want to begin?” This isn’t at all what he wanted, but by nature he is impatient and a soldier. Scars web across his skin from his previous skirmishes, including the most recent Alliance.
If he needs to put his son in his place, while simultaneously gaining respect, then so be it.
Even as the girl keeps herself pressed to Santana, Castile hardly acknowledges her. She doesn’t yet know what they are or the precariousness of the situation. What she sees is a boy – a young hero with a key to her heart – and Castile almost laughs. If only life were such a perfect fairytale. If only it were so easy.
Black smoke swirls from Castile’s nostrils, framing his sharply-edged face. The creature stirs within him, aroused by the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s very much alive, growling in his core as he sidesteps again, keeping a watchful eye on his son. ”Santana…” there is question, but also daring, in his voice as his eyes narrow expectantly.
But this? To act out was far beyond what Castile ever pictured, and unfortunately, both the shock of it and his nature prove to not handle it well.
Sabra slips away beneath a veil of uncertainty when the males are distracted. Her gaze is ablaze with concern for all, but Castile doesn’t take notice. Santana is instead consuming all of his focus as the boy slithers sideways to protect the girl. She has no name, not yet; she is merely a face shadowed by the escalating family qualm. ”Do you really think she’s in harm’s way, or do you just want to look like a dramatic hero?” Castile mirrors Santana; when his son steps to the left, so does he. They are dancing with an unnatural grace, their slit eyes fixated on one another. ”Is this really how you want to begin?” This isn’t at all what he wanted, but by nature he is impatient and a soldier. Scars web across his skin from his previous skirmishes, including the most recent Alliance.
If he needs to put his son in his place, while simultaneously gaining respect, then so be it.
Even as the girl keeps herself pressed to Santana, Castile hardly acknowledges her. She doesn’t yet know what they are or the precariousness of the situation. What she sees is a boy – a young hero with a key to her heart – and Castile almost laughs. If only life were such a perfect fairytale. If only it were so easy.
Black smoke swirls from Castile’s nostrils, framing his sharply-edged face. The creature stirs within him, aroused by the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s very much alive, growling in his core as he sidesteps again, keeping a watchful eye on his son. ”Santana…” there is question, but also daring, in his voice as his eyes narrow expectantly.
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