and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
How ironic that they end up here together, outcast and unwanted by the Resort. She is a prisoner, he corrects himself thoughtfully as his eyes flicker across the hills to see her wandering. Cress, he vaguely remembers. Like Tiphon, she took refuge on the island and promptly began healing but even that assistance wasn’t enough for the populace to take her side. They scorned her attempt to take control and take head of them. What group remained on the Island are fools, and they have unknowingly doomed themselves. In the snap of a finger, they turned against not one but two of their own.
There isn’t a civilization that can survive with such a poor foundation.
With having witnessed, and listened, to much of the conversation and protest, Castile stored it away for easy keeping. It surfaces now, however, as he seemingly glides across the hills and around a final shrub to reach her. Hungrily, his eyes trace the edges of her face. His own expresses more amusement than anything else, but his blood still boils with fire from when they first saw each other. ”Well, well, well,” he croons, snake-like in manner, ”Fancy seeing you here, Cress.” While she had initially opposed his ascension, she crumbled with the rejection of her personal nomination with a harsh tongue. As a second thought, she supported Castile’s claim. Much to his dismay, it wasn’t enough to take control of the island permanently; such a brief reign.
But alas, things happen for a reason.
Castile arrived to Loess with the promise of taking place as a General, but the promise was replaced by something greater. With no questions asked, he agreed to take Loess for his own.
A lopsided grin softens the chiseled edges of his face, his eyes narrowing beneath his forelock to observe her and search for a reaction to his arrival. ”A bunch of idiots there, no?” His neck arches and a low growl echoes through his core. He doesn’t need to reiterate where he is referring; Cress is quick – she will know. ”They turned their backs to you, too,” he reminds her painfully and sinks poison into her thoughts, ”so perhaps you should stay here where you will find acceptance instead of being tossed aside for your efforts.” He shrugs and shuffles his wings against his sides. ”Just a thought.”
There isn’t a civilization that can survive with such a poor foundation.
With having witnessed, and listened, to much of the conversation and protest, Castile stored it away for easy keeping. It surfaces now, however, as he seemingly glides across the hills and around a final shrub to reach her. Hungrily, his eyes trace the edges of her face. His own expresses more amusement than anything else, but his blood still boils with fire from when they first saw each other. ”Well, well, well,” he croons, snake-like in manner, ”Fancy seeing you here, Cress.” While she had initially opposed his ascension, she crumbled with the rejection of her personal nomination with a harsh tongue. As a second thought, she supported Castile’s claim. Much to his dismay, it wasn’t enough to take control of the island permanently; such a brief reign.
But alas, things happen for a reason.
Castile arrived to Loess with the promise of taking place as a General, but the promise was replaced by something greater. With no questions asked, he agreed to take Loess for his own.
A lopsided grin softens the chiseled edges of his face, his eyes narrowing beneath his forelock to observe her and search for a reaction to his arrival. ”A bunch of idiots there, no?” His neck arches and a low growl echoes through his core. He doesn’t need to reiterate where he is referring; Cress is quick – she will know. ”They turned their backs to you, too,” he reminds her painfully and sinks poison into her thoughts, ”so perhaps you should stay here where you will find acceptance instead of being tossed aside for your efforts.” He shrugs and shuffles his wings against his sides. ”Just a thought.”
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@[Cress]