08-28-2019, 10:22 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
Noah doesn’t at all waste time. The moment a brief quiet punctuates her gratitude, and his pride, she dives headfirst into the conflict that stirs within her gut. The uneasiness in his voice weaves tension into Castile’s muscles as he searches her face and notes every crease of worry and uncertainty. He listens almost as a father would – intently calculating – and heeds her concerns with a slow, contemplative nod. It’s easily understandable. Were he younger, he would’ve ousted the competition and be done with all signs of tension; however, Castile has acquired small amounts of wisdom like flies through the webs of his life’s mistakes.
A low hum vibrates through his entire core as his eyes divert from Noah’s questioning face. His gaze falls to the shrub not far off from his right side. The male was terse and deceitful, posing as harmless when his thoughts were far from such.
”He may want to stay and wait for another opportunity to arise that he may take the Pampas from you,” that is the utmost concern that even unsettles Castile. His fondness for Noah is the core reason why he is so protective of her and her home. Anyone else could attempt to break the tether between the Pampas and Loess. He cannot help to wonder if Aodhan would be the one to create such waves. ”Sometimes, it’s worthwhile to keep your enemies close. Prove that you’re worth his support and that you are the best leader for the Pampas,” Castile pauses with further consideration, ”Unless he is far beyond that and is trying to make his own stance in your home. We need to up your numbers and your support, perhaps.”
Mistrusting of strangers, Castile quietly assumes the worst of the male. He could very well be harmless, but the possibilities form a ladder that his concerns continue to climb. ”I want the Pampas to remain yours as long as you want it to,” he reaches forward and touches her again, reassuring her that he stands supportively behind her throughout all of this.
A low hum vibrates through his entire core as his eyes divert from Noah’s questioning face. His gaze falls to the shrub not far off from his right side. The male was terse and deceitful, posing as harmless when his thoughts were far from such.
”He may want to stay and wait for another opportunity to arise that he may take the Pampas from you,” that is the utmost concern that even unsettles Castile. His fondness for Noah is the core reason why he is so protective of her and her home. Anyone else could attempt to break the tether between the Pampas and Loess. He cannot help to wonder if Aodhan would be the one to create such waves. ”Sometimes, it’s worthwhile to keep your enemies close. Prove that you’re worth his support and that you are the best leader for the Pampas,” Castile pauses with further consideration, ”Unless he is far beyond that and is trying to make his own stance in your home. We need to up your numbers and your support, perhaps.”
Mistrusting of strangers, Castile quietly assumes the worst of the male. He could very well be harmless, but the possibilities form a ladder that his concerns continue to climb. ”I want the Pampas to remain yours as long as you want it to,” he reaches forward and touches her again, reassuring her that he stands supportively behind her throughout all of this.
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@[Noah]