07-17-2019, 11:56 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
Castile doesn’t understand why it’s so easy to treat her like this, like she is one of them and always has been. It’s effortless – his softened expression, his warm voice – and simply happens once Oriash is near enough to hear him and see him. Perhaps it is because she is Solace’s child. Although he was once bitter toward their destination changes, everything has settled. The dust has fallen and the animosity has dissipated. What he remembers now, and easily recalls, is Solace’s compassion. If the roles were reversed, she would be just as warm to his children. She would extend a hand and steady their wobbling steps in a new world. At night, she would probably even kiss their brow and wonder what could have been.
And so he looks at Oriash fondly and scrutinizes her antlers that are so much like Kagerus’. He admires her like a proud father would before leveling his eyes onto hers. Innocently, hopefully, she peers up at him though month after month she grows and becomes less of a child. Soon, she will have a greater role to fill than idly wandering.
She wants it, he gathers. She has some sort of ambition that influences her request, and who is he to deny her?
The answer comes quickly to his lips, flirting with the edge of his tongue before finally saying, ”Yes, of course.” The contract has been signed, the wish fulfilled. A smile cuts across his face because although he is pleased to have her among them as another recruit, it gives him some satisfaction to have steered her from her birthright and birth home. Kagerus, especially, would be angry if she knew. But Castile says nothing of them, nothing of Oriash’s parents as he leans forward to brush her forelock rather playfully. ”I like you more than I thought I would,” he chuckles when his lips retract slowly from the warmth of her skin, the soft truth tumbling effortlessly from his mouth, because everything with her is effortless.
And so he looks at Oriash fondly and scrutinizes her antlers that are so much like Kagerus’. He admires her like a proud father would before leveling his eyes onto hers. Innocently, hopefully, she peers up at him though month after month she grows and becomes less of a child. Soon, she will have a greater role to fill than idly wandering.
She wants it, he gathers. She has some sort of ambition that influences her request, and who is he to deny her?
The answer comes quickly to his lips, flirting with the edge of his tongue before finally saying, ”Yes, of course.” The contract has been signed, the wish fulfilled. A smile cuts across his face because although he is pleased to have her among them as another recruit, it gives him some satisfaction to have steered her from her birthright and birth home. Kagerus, especially, would be angry if she knew. But Castile says nothing of them, nothing of Oriash’s parents as he leans forward to brush her forelock rather playfully. ”I like you more than I thought I would,” he chuckles when his lips retract slowly from the warmth of her skin, the soft truth tumbling effortlessly from his mouth, because everything with her is effortless.
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@[Oriash]