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
He misses Sochi.
Their heated and primal passion gave them a child as feral as their instincts. Castile has often watched Reia scour the lengths of Loess, scavenging and refining her hunt. She is beautiful, but it surprises him not as his mind flashes to Sochi. Her eyes had brightened, perhaps even subtly softened, when he admitted that to her and punctuated it with a tender touch. It isn’t a compliment she receives often, but the words slipped from his tongue like the finest silk, blanketing across her and pulling her closer to him.
Sochi is unconventional; she doesn’t belong in the sea of faces that are so desperate for love and family, lost in their own whimsical dreams. Unlike so many, she is independent and fierce. Their agendas pull them apart, but there is an underlying trust and yearning that always rejoins them. They know they will find each other again.
It's a seamless alteration in his wandering, a simple turn to the left, once a lungful of her scent reaches him. His eyes dart underneath his forelock until a light, wintry gale lifts it from his view. Sochi, mild in manner, is a beacon to him. She somehow stands out among the others, her lean body capturing him time and time again. Her name tingles the very edge of his tongue enticingly, but silence purses his lips together as he crests a final knoll to reach her.
Castile’s touch is aggressive, brimming with a deep want, as his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder. Ecstasy pours drunkenly through his veins and his eyes shut to savor the fleeting moments. Her skin is as soft as he remembers, as inviting as their evening together. ”Sochi,” he finally murmurs her name, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. His eyes open then, intense as they hungrily rove across her body before leveling on her face and admiring her blue blaze. ”I missed you,” he confesses quietly, uncertainly. Their tender moments have often been chaperoned, intimately observed by their peers, but finally, they are alone. Not even Reia intrudes as her mind takes her far beyond the hills where she pursues rams.
Their heated and primal passion gave them a child as feral as their instincts. Castile has often watched Reia scour the lengths of Loess, scavenging and refining her hunt. She is beautiful, but it surprises him not as his mind flashes to Sochi. Her eyes had brightened, perhaps even subtly softened, when he admitted that to her and punctuated it with a tender touch. It isn’t a compliment she receives often, but the words slipped from his tongue like the finest silk, blanketing across her and pulling her closer to him.
Sochi is unconventional; she doesn’t belong in the sea of faces that are so desperate for love and family, lost in their own whimsical dreams. Unlike so many, she is independent and fierce. Their agendas pull them apart, but there is an underlying trust and yearning that always rejoins them. They know they will find each other again.
It's a seamless alteration in his wandering, a simple turn to the left, once a lungful of her scent reaches him. His eyes dart underneath his forelock until a light, wintry gale lifts it from his view. Sochi, mild in manner, is a beacon to him. She somehow stands out among the others, her lean body capturing him time and time again. Her name tingles the very edge of his tongue enticingly, but silence purses his lips together as he crests a final knoll to reach her.
Castile’s touch is aggressive, brimming with a deep want, as his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder. Ecstasy pours drunkenly through his veins and his eyes shut to savor the fleeting moments. Her skin is as soft as he remembers, as inviting as their evening together. ”Sochi,” he finally murmurs her name, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. His eyes open then, intense as they hungrily rove across her body before leveling on her face and admiring her blue blaze. ”I missed you,” he confesses quietly, uncertainly. Their tender moments have often been chaperoned, intimately observed by their peers, but finally, they are alone. Not even Reia intrudes as her mind takes her far beyond the hills where she pursues rams.
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@[Sochi]