01-24-2018, 06:17 PM
Her voice is a bright beacon in the dark solemnity of his thoughts.
It comes as a surprise to him, to hear something so delicate amid the roar of his mind. It draws him out of the void to look at her. His mismatched eyes find her easily enough, his ears swiveling to immediately. ”Lost?” A fleeting moment had him believe that he was, too. It’s the reason he hesitates while pivoting to look at her more closely. She isn’t what he imagined; her elegance amounts to something so much greater. Truthfully, it catches him off guard.
His intrigue traces along her slender torso like lover’s fingers, paying close attention to her porcelain skin and her viridian locks. The scales match the color of one of his eyes, an alluring silver that draws him a step forward. What stops him, however, is the dazzling shade of purple that stares back at him when they level on one another. ”I, uh,” her piercing stare silences him for a heartbeat while he struggles to grab for words. ”Where are you trying to go?” It really isn’t his problem, just as she said, but his gut doesn’t allow him to walk away and leave her in the meadow to disappear from memory.
When she doesn’t inch closer, Castile doesn’t either. Rooted to the ground he can’t help to contemplate that would bring her closer and why their paths are crossing now. Little does he know that their struggles are so very similar. It could very well be fate, but he doesn’t let his thoughts stray that far. She is a stranger in the meadow, and hopefully a safer one than Karaugh. Drawing in a breath, he finally grasps his composure. ”I’m Castile.”
It comes as a surprise to him, to hear something so delicate amid the roar of his mind. It draws him out of the void to look at her. His mismatched eyes find her easily enough, his ears swiveling to immediately. ”Lost?” A fleeting moment had him believe that he was, too. It’s the reason he hesitates while pivoting to look at her more closely. She isn’t what he imagined; her elegance amounts to something so much greater. Truthfully, it catches him off guard.
His intrigue traces along her slender torso like lover’s fingers, paying close attention to her porcelain skin and her viridian locks. The scales match the color of one of his eyes, an alluring silver that draws him a step forward. What stops him, however, is the dazzling shade of purple that stares back at him when they level on one another. ”I, uh,” her piercing stare silences him for a heartbeat while he struggles to grab for words. ”Where are you trying to go?” It really isn’t his problem, just as she said, but his gut doesn’t allow him to walk away and leave her in the meadow to disappear from memory.
When she doesn’t inch closer, Castile doesn’t either. Rooted to the ground he can’t help to contemplate that would bring her closer and why their paths are crossing now. Little does he know that their struggles are so very similar. It could very well be fate, but he doesn’t let his thoughts stray that far. She is a stranger in the meadow, and hopefully a safer one than Karaugh. Drawing in a breath, he finally grasps his composure. ”I’m Castile.”