11-02-2019, 09:25 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
He reads her surprise, registers how she is oblivious to the change in Tephra’s heart.
No, she did not play a part in it.
She did her job. She is innocent.
Castile clenches his jaws frustratedly, but glances away as his temper quickly subsides. If there is one lesson he is gaining from having lost his shifting, it’s to control himself. Yet, he is incomplete without the voice in his head and the primal impulses. He considers her, and mulls briefly over her initial response but there is no fire crackling in his eyes. ”You don’t need to apologize, Mary,” there’s a warmth blooming across him, a softness cradling his words as they roll from his tongue. There’s no way he can – or will – be angry at motherhood. Although there lies a sliver of bitterness inside him for Mary having skirted away, it falls far and deep into the corners of his mind.
The fact Tephra had wanted an alliance piques his interest most. It lifts his eyes to meet Mary’s, unyielding. Even as she offers help – anything, is her exact word – Castile answers with a lingering quiet as his thoughts reel until the common denominator sinks in. ”Heartfire happened,” he grumbles with a curl of his lip, an expression of sheer distaste. ”We need friends, Mary, but at the same time, I’m afraid to trust.” The confession is bitter on his tongue. ”Perhaps, family can be trusted better. With having lost Pangea and Tephra, we need more connections. Stronger ones. We have Taiga, but that isn’t enough…” suddenly, his arrogance deflates, and he is quieted by the unraveling certainty he once had.
No, she did not play a part in it.
She did her job. She is innocent.
Castile clenches his jaws frustratedly, but glances away as his temper quickly subsides. If there is one lesson he is gaining from having lost his shifting, it’s to control himself. Yet, he is incomplete without the voice in his head and the primal impulses. He considers her, and mulls briefly over her initial response but there is no fire crackling in his eyes. ”You don’t need to apologize, Mary,” there’s a warmth blooming across him, a softness cradling his words as they roll from his tongue. There’s no way he can – or will – be angry at motherhood. Although there lies a sliver of bitterness inside him for Mary having skirted away, it falls far and deep into the corners of his mind.
The fact Tephra had wanted an alliance piques his interest most. It lifts his eyes to meet Mary’s, unyielding. Even as she offers help – anything, is her exact word – Castile answers with a lingering quiet as his thoughts reel until the common denominator sinks in. ”Heartfire happened,” he grumbles with a curl of his lip, an expression of sheer distaste. ”We need friends, Mary, but at the same time, I’m afraid to trust.” The confession is bitter on his tongue. ”Perhaps, family can be trusted better. With having lost Pangea and Tephra, we need more connections. Stronger ones. We have Taiga, but that isn’t enough…” suddenly, his arrogance deflates, and he is quieted by the unraveling certainty he once had.
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@[Mary]