10-17-2017, 07:41 PM
Castile notes the subtle change in their breaths, their eyes raking one another more hesitantly now. They’re treading on eggshells now, but he fumbles over the reasons why. Ciri had joined him, welcomed him, and she started at the way Amet had pressed his lips to her skin as though it was unfamiliar and surprising. What originally appeared as mere toy ownership of a king has fogged into something more complex. A look back over his shoulder allows Castile to hide the uncertainty etching across his face; it’s replaced by amiable agreement upon hearing his sibling’s name. ”Yes, Isobell,” the taste of his sister’s name is honey on his tongue, a blanket wrapped around him during the coldest nights.
To combat the tension rising among them and to mask the churning of his stomach, Castile focuses his energy on Isobell and lets her name drown his every thought. It helps to muster the ability to smile warmly despite the hardening of Amet’s gaze. It softens his handsome, chiseled face. ”Absolutely,” he responds, not questioning how or when Amet has seen his sibling. Mostly the Nerinians have set their eyes on the princess; mother has been far too protective to let the girl stray far. Perhaps, during the period of their alliance, Isobell saw the gilded stallion while he visited the shoreline of Nerine, her body still fastened to mother’s side.
Castile is still looking at Amet when Ciri declines joining them, admitting to a weakness and fatigue that eventually draws his mismatched eyes to her stormy silver. His head bobs and he forces himself to pleasantly watch as she exchanges tenderness with Amet, his boyish grin still present though wavering as he shrugs. ”A shame you can’t join us,” but he is piecing everything together to understand why, ”I think the two of you would get along well.” Truthfully, he wonders if Isobell has friends of the same gender. Surely she has Ivar – she is familiar with her brother’s friends – but he hasn’t questioned if there is anyone else that she has opened herself to. The thought distracts him momentarily before he steps slowly away from Ciri and Amet. ”She’s a beautiful girl,” the comment is ambiguous at first – is he referring to Isobell or Ciri? – but he clarifies with a cool humor in his voice, ”So don’t get any ideas otherwise I will have to hurt you.” An airy chuckle slips from his lips and he nods his head before turning to leave Hyaline.
To combat the tension rising among them and to mask the churning of his stomach, Castile focuses his energy on Isobell and lets her name drown his every thought. It helps to muster the ability to smile warmly despite the hardening of Amet’s gaze. It softens his handsome, chiseled face. ”Absolutely,” he responds, not questioning how or when Amet has seen his sibling. Mostly the Nerinians have set their eyes on the princess; mother has been far too protective to let the girl stray far. Perhaps, during the period of their alliance, Isobell saw the gilded stallion while he visited the shoreline of Nerine, her body still fastened to mother’s side.
Castile is still looking at Amet when Ciri declines joining them, admitting to a weakness and fatigue that eventually draws his mismatched eyes to her stormy silver. His head bobs and he forces himself to pleasantly watch as she exchanges tenderness with Amet, his boyish grin still present though wavering as he shrugs. ”A shame you can’t join us,” but he is piecing everything together to understand why, ”I think the two of you would get along well.” Truthfully, he wonders if Isobell has friends of the same gender. Surely she has Ivar – she is familiar with her brother’s friends – but he hasn’t questioned if there is anyone else that she has opened herself to. The thought distracts him momentarily before he steps slowly away from Ciri and Amet. ”She’s a beautiful girl,” the comment is ambiguous at first – is he referring to Isobell or Ciri? – but he clarifies with a cool humor in his voice, ”So don’t get any ideas otherwise I will have to hurt you.” An airy chuckle slips from his lips and he nods his head before turning to leave Hyaline.