09-08-2018, 07:40 PM
This, this is what he needed. This is where his strength stems from, where he can be himself again and shrug off the woes that have shackled him since his return. There have already been multiple days in which he considered taking flight and disappearing again if it meant not being scolded. His heart, always yearning to be held by a lover, has quivered beneath their derision. They have moved on and his children are less sympathetic. It would be easier to shrink back into the shadows, but it takes visiting Nerine to remind himself that he isn’t meek. He will never cower in a corner.
Castile has since ventured beyond the barren walls of Nerine. A sparing glance saw Hyaline at his back, but his heart guided him forward into what is familiar, and into a place that he has only experienced joy.
Habit is what controlled him and brought him to the cliffside. When he looks down, he sees the expanse of the beach and the waves lapping in a calm metronome. He sees his childhood playing back to him – mother, father, Isobell – and how he felt he ruled the beach. The caves were frequented by his family and he often frolicked in the salty ocean. What he feels, blossoming in his chest, is unimpeded joy. He wants it back, that sense of liberation and elation. It has escaped him as of late, but he is finding himself again among the rubble of his mistakes.
A familiar face entices him from his thoughts – a name that he heard often spoken from mother’s lips. With a slow pivot, Castile abandons his rocky perch and finds a glimmer of Nerine’s past, present and future. She hasn’t at all changed despite the years, but neither has he. It has been in recent years that Castile had identified his immortality, cursing it under his breath as he anticipates his loved ones dying in front of him in the years to come. She, he supposes, suffers the same.
With a final step, Castile draws to a stop and allows his mismatched eyes to slip briefly across her body before meeting her eyes, finding himself in awe of a woman that has known no other life than the amazons. A lopsided, boyish grin lifts his mouth as his head nods respectfully. ”Scorch, so nice to see you.”
Castile has since ventured beyond the barren walls of Nerine. A sparing glance saw Hyaline at his back, but his heart guided him forward into what is familiar, and into a place that he has only experienced joy.
Habit is what controlled him and brought him to the cliffside. When he looks down, he sees the expanse of the beach and the waves lapping in a calm metronome. He sees his childhood playing back to him – mother, father, Isobell – and how he felt he ruled the beach. The caves were frequented by his family and he often frolicked in the salty ocean. What he feels, blossoming in his chest, is unimpeded joy. He wants it back, that sense of liberation and elation. It has escaped him as of late, but he is finding himself again among the rubble of his mistakes.
A familiar face entices him from his thoughts – a name that he heard often spoken from mother’s lips. With a slow pivot, Castile abandons his rocky perch and finds a glimmer of Nerine’s past, present and future. She hasn’t at all changed despite the years, but neither has he. It has been in recent years that Castile had identified his immortality, cursing it under his breath as he anticipates his loved ones dying in front of him in the years to come. She, he supposes, suffers the same.
With a final step, Castile draws to a stop and allows his mismatched eyes to slip briefly across her body before meeting her eyes, finding himself in awe of a woman that has known no other life than the amazons. A lopsided, boyish grin lifts his mouth as his head nods respectfully. ”Scorch, so nice to see you.”
@[Scorch] I think they've met? Whether he was a colt or not... I could be wrong but oh well hahah