04-29-2019, 11:57 AM
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
Their family has always been tightly knit. Mother and father have created a legacy that still continues to thrive and feast on the impenetrable knot they’ve established. There is love, eternal and fierce, that is rare in this festering, dark world. Even as Castile’s eyes rove across the plagued landscape, even as his ears pick up the hacking coughs and delusional conversations, he is still able to glance down at his children and parents and smile.
They, alone, are the joy in this world as it continues to recede into pestilence.
But among them, there has been a sibling that slipped through the cracks. There isn’t the same bond as with Isobell, but there is, of course, a familial love that would welcome her into their warm embrace. Valera, a child last he remembered, has since vanished. Her scent is a memory, fading as a decade passes since he last pressed his lips to her newborn head. It would’ve been easy to forget her in her silence, but among the family, she was, oddly, most unique which has always made it impossible for her to leak from his thoughts.
They are all dark – smoky black, tobiano, brooding – but she was the light.
It’s funny how Valera eases herself back into his mind only hours prior to her homecoming. Although this isn’t Nerine, it is still a land currently hosting their brood. Most are in the cave on the eastern edge of the mountains, tucked away comfortably, while Castile takes to roaming as is his routine. He doesn’t expect to see her, but reminiscing of her birth makes it strangely easy to find her when she reaches the border and calls out in her honeyed voice.
”Valera,” he questions when he finds her, ”Is that really you?” It has been so long – too long – but it doesn’t refrain him from pulling her into his embrace. Her orange eyes – much like mother’s – stare at him and confirm his suspicions that she has certainly returned not only to him, but to them all. ”You’ve come back,” his voice lowers, dumbfounded, as he retracts a few steps to scrutinize all the soft edges of her face that he remembers. Her bright face has always stood out in the crowd of her hooded and brooding family. Reaching forward, he brushes her forelock aside. ”Tell me of your adventures, sister.”
They, alone, are the joy in this world as it continues to recede into pestilence.
But among them, there has been a sibling that slipped through the cracks. There isn’t the same bond as with Isobell, but there is, of course, a familial love that would welcome her into their warm embrace. Valera, a child last he remembered, has since vanished. Her scent is a memory, fading as a decade passes since he last pressed his lips to her newborn head. It would’ve been easy to forget her in her silence, but among the family, she was, oddly, most unique which has always made it impossible for her to leak from his thoughts.
They are all dark – smoky black, tobiano, brooding – but she was the light.
It’s funny how Valera eases herself back into his mind only hours prior to her homecoming. Although this isn’t Nerine, it is still a land currently hosting their brood. Most are in the cave on the eastern edge of the mountains, tucked away comfortably, while Castile takes to roaming as is his routine. He doesn’t expect to see her, but reminiscing of her birth makes it strangely easy to find her when she reaches the border and calls out in her honeyed voice.
”Valera,” he questions when he finds her, ”Is that really you?” It has been so long – too long – but it doesn’t refrain him from pulling her into his embrace. Her orange eyes – much like mother’s – stare at him and confirm his suspicions that she has certainly returned not only to him, but to them all. ”You’ve come back,” his voice lowers, dumbfounded, as he retracts a few steps to scrutinize all the soft edges of her face that he remembers. Her bright face has always stood out in the crowd of her hooded and brooding family. Reaching forward, he brushes her forelock aside. ”Tell me of your adventures, sister.”
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@[Valera]