04-04-2019, 03:51 PM
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
Sochi arrives as swiftly as the breeze and places herself alongside him. It’s comfortable, her company, and she presses to him with a sense of belonging and possession. Without even saying it, without even the titles, they both know. The way their bodies seamlessly merge and how her lips trace along the edges of his jaw down to his neck, is enough to symbolize what they have effortlessly become. Their child – a product of fiery passion and predatory nature – runs across the hills with a freedom that Castile yearned for his family. He would search for her, simply to hold her, but his blood – perhaps, even his heart – instead craves Sochi.
The smile that surfaces cannot be tamed or suppressed. It broadens with her touch, as her body heat challenges his own. She’s here, she confirms in a voice he has come to anticipate (fierce, unyielding) and admire. As her mouth teases the hair of his coat, Castile hums. It vibrates his bones and ignites the fire inside his soul. ”I am,” he repeats satisfyingly to her before reaching forward to savor the taste of her skin in his mouth. A mirroring nip pinches the base of her neck where it curves into her lean shoulder. But he still grins, almost boyishly, as his gaze lifts to meet hers, locked in a moment of desire.
He allowed the autumn to pass with hardly notice. Even with the season having ended, the want for her hasn’t dissipated. Possessive and proud, Castile simply leans into her and tousles her striking forelock, then her mane, before muttering quietly for only Sochi to hear. ”You’re mine,” it sounds almost more of a growl, but his eyes soften just slightly. Deep in his chest, his heart is thrumming because he doesn’t want the moment to end, for his side to be left cold again. Although they are independent hunters, he has found something in her that he has always – even unknowingly – craved.
The word ‘love’ doesn’t yet reach his tongue. It’s swallowed back down without a second thought. It’s there, brewing between them, but still premature even with Reia lurking. He doesn’t even finish; he doesn’t add that he will be hers, but it tantalizingly rests against his lips. It would be her decision, to harness the dragon king in a way no one else truly has.
Another touch finds her. Castile’s eyes slowly blink as the sunlight blankets across them together. ”Is Loess to your liking so far?” He asks, diverting, and pushes his desire farther down for the time being.
The smile that surfaces cannot be tamed or suppressed. It broadens with her touch, as her body heat challenges his own. She’s here, she confirms in a voice he has come to anticipate (fierce, unyielding) and admire. As her mouth teases the hair of his coat, Castile hums. It vibrates his bones and ignites the fire inside his soul. ”I am,” he repeats satisfyingly to her before reaching forward to savor the taste of her skin in his mouth. A mirroring nip pinches the base of her neck where it curves into her lean shoulder. But he still grins, almost boyishly, as his gaze lifts to meet hers, locked in a moment of desire.
He allowed the autumn to pass with hardly notice. Even with the season having ended, the want for her hasn’t dissipated. Possessive and proud, Castile simply leans into her and tousles her striking forelock, then her mane, before muttering quietly for only Sochi to hear. ”You’re mine,” it sounds almost more of a growl, but his eyes soften just slightly. Deep in his chest, his heart is thrumming because he doesn’t want the moment to end, for his side to be left cold again. Although they are independent hunters, he has found something in her that he has always – even unknowingly – craved.
The word ‘love’ doesn’t yet reach his tongue. It’s swallowed back down without a second thought. It’s there, brewing between them, but still premature even with Reia lurking. He doesn’t even finish; he doesn’t add that he will be hers, but it tantalizingly rests against his lips. It would be her decision, to harness the dragon king in a way no one else truly has.
Another touch finds her. Castile’s eyes slowly blink as the sunlight blankets across them together. ”Is Loess to your liking so far?” He asks, diverting, and pushes his desire farther down for the time being.
castile
@[Sochi]