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
This newcomer is smug, content to be analyzed and picked apart for his abnormalities. Castile grants him that, scrutinizing him and blinking once to see with slit eyes underneath his unruly forelock. He reads the stranger’s thermal geography, and can nearly feel the heartbeat as it trembles steadily in his chest.
Another blink, and his eyes assume their typical appearance.
Zeus, the foreigner confesses after another moment’s time and smile, but it’s only after Titus has arrived as well. A nod initially greets the winged male followed by a husky, ”Likewise,” before shifting his attention again to Zeus. The man he wanted – the purpose driving him to Loess’ border – is standing in front of him now, forcing Castile in a moot position. Their reunion is between them, and yet he cannot bring himself to leave just yet. Titus has been fairly absent since the shift in monarchy, and here stands a sibling.
In a languid and nonchalant manner, Castile shifts and rests his left hind before finally speaking, interjecting the family function. ”A pleasure,” he adds before a more pressing question comes to mind, ”And will you be staying with us, Zeus? Or is this simply a drop-in?”
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