Ciri
There is something in the way he turns his head to her that makes the words catch in her throat. It’s the look he casts once his mismatched eyes fall on her, almost as if he approves of what he sees. Something raw. Something she’s not use to. For a second she forgets that she’s covered in a million scars, that she wears a ravaged dark coat. He knows not her story, he doesn’t see her flaws.
That’s what it feels like for those few frozen seconds.
And then he chuckles and the spell is broken. Her smile is still warm but uncertain. Had she said something funny? Done something silly? Since her time below, she had lost some of her stoicism. That hard nerve that had steeled her very core. The Underneath had shaken her and she was still scrambling for steady ground.
Castile. Before she can feel the full weight of the name on her tongue, he asks about Amet. As if his ears had been burning, the dragon arrives. She hadn’t heard him behind her, hadn’t realized he had been watching. He moves to her side, his touch holding something that she hadn’t felt before. The way it travels to her cheek, a hardness to it. A possessiveness. It sends a shiver through her spine, stirring something primal within her. Her swirling gaze glances at him, curious. Could Amet possibly be… Jealous?
She’s unsure as he greets Castile warmly as usual, apparently another long lost friend returning to the fold. The bronzed stallion makes sure to include her, which she is thankful for so she doesn’t look a fool, and her easy smile returns as she comes to focus back on their visitor. ”Then we are all indebted to you.” The warmth back in her voice, as she looks between the two handsome stallions. ”Have you come back to stay Castile?”
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Castile] @[Amet]