[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

“And where’d the stones go?” He thinks, amused internally at the idea that a soft approach would balk her. Not-Jackel could have her space as much as it pleased her. Wolfbane was happy enough listening to the jewel-colored horse speak at the same distance, if she wanted to bring down a suspicion or two. Minutes ago anger had been clear and honest on her starry face and now, he wonders where it’s gone. Did she honestly prefer a threat? Or is it the unknown? Bane thought assuredly she’d had him pegged, all nailed down to a ”type” and “clever boy” but somehow this approach is too much.

The blue arch of his brow curves incredulously.

“Women.” He sums it up without speaking, two stark naked ears pricking forward in order to hear her out. “I told you why I was here.” The stallion rebuffs, as unamused by her prideful tack-on’s as he was entertained by her mock fear. “For a murderer or a mare. You’ve helped me get closer to one so for that, thank you.” He grinds out, reaching somewhere deep within his reserve of patience to stifle another throaty sigh. Through personal choice or by force, her seclusion seems more and more reasonable by the minute.

Might as well give her what she wants, since he’s gotten his as well. “Unless you specifically know who killed a mare named Krone or two Ischian princesses here, then I suppose we’re done.” The drake smiles, just a whisper of a thing to otherwise brighten his expression. “As charming as it’s been …” he considers in afterthought, quietly holding his stance for what he assumes is going to be a riveting way of her saying ‘no’.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Celest]