04-25-2019, 10:40 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
Their relationship was unexpected. Their lives crossed during a tumultuous section of his life when everything seemed a whirring hurricane of mistakes and anger. Their coupling was initially a mistake, fueled by rage, but within seconds, he somehow found solace in the fire.
Everything is simple between them. They curl into one another during the evenings when their bellies are full from a recent hunt. During the day when the sun is bright, they stray apart and tend to their own matters, only occasionally returning to each other for a word or touch. There is a sense of independence muddling the closeness that has blossomed between them. It’s simple, easy. Their relationship is effortless.
Never has he imagined this, and yet it stands in front of him with intense eyes that burn through his skin and into his soul. Obliging in the plainest of ways, Castile can only smile in response. There’s nothing dramatic – she placidly agrees - and it’s sealed with a touch that traces down the length of his jaw, then his neck. His skin longs for the contact, lusting for it as she trails underneath his unruly mane and breathes him in. The moment is suspended, savored in his thoughts. Slowly, his eyes drift shut as his mind follows her every touch and breath. Mine, she plainly claims, and Castile immediately turns his head to look at her, nearly surprised by the rebuttal. Truthfully, it’s what he hoped, but their world together is unlike anything else he has experienced.
”Yes,” he agrees finally, the boyish grin broadening as his gaze sweeps across her and settles on the sharp edges of her face. This is more real than anything else. A throaty rumble vibrates through his core in muffled joy before he forces himself to peel his eyes from her to look across Loess. ”It certainly beats the Island,” he cannot suppress the chuckle even as his memory is ablaze. ”But I do like it here. It’s more suitable for us,” he is thinking of her now, and their daughter. As much as he wanted the island and the isolation of it, Loess has provided him something greater. Having settled into his role, he finds himself preferring it even above Nerine.
For a long moment, his mind wanders, but the focus remains Sochi. Inclining his head to look at her, he quietly asks, ”What was your childhood like?”
Everything is simple between them. They curl into one another during the evenings when their bellies are full from a recent hunt. During the day when the sun is bright, they stray apart and tend to their own matters, only occasionally returning to each other for a word or touch. There is a sense of independence muddling the closeness that has blossomed between them. It’s simple, easy. Their relationship is effortless.
Never has he imagined this, and yet it stands in front of him with intense eyes that burn through his skin and into his soul. Obliging in the plainest of ways, Castile can only smile in response. There’s nothing dramatic – she placidly agrees - and it’s sealed with a touch that traces down the length of his jaw, then his neck. His skin longs for the contact, lusting for it as she trails underneath his unruly mane and breathes him in. The moment is suspended, savored in his thoughts. Slowly, his eyes drift shut as his mind follows her every touch and breath. Mine, she plainly claims, and Castile immediately turns his head to look at her, nearly surprised by the rebuttal. Truthfully, it’s what he hoped, but their world together is unlike anything else he has experienced.
”Yes,” he agrees finally, the boyish grin broadening as his gaze sweeps across her and settles on the sharp edges of her face. This is more real than anything else. A throaty rumble vibrates through his core in muffled joy before he forces himself to peel his eyes from her to look across Loess. ”It certainly beats the Island,” he cannot suppress the chuckle even as his memory is ablaze. ”But I do like it here. It’s more suitable for us,” he is thinking of her now, and their daughter. As much as he wanted the island and the isolation of it, Loess has provided him something greater. Having settled into his role, he finds himself preferring it even above Nerine.
For a long moment, his mind wanders, but the focus remains Sochi. Inclining his head to look at her, he quietly asks, ”What was your childhood like?”
castile
@[Sochi]