10-18-2019, 08:15 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 almost bites back, almost takes Ruinam’s bait. The sideways comment churns his stomach and heats his blood, but the irritation never surfaces to his face. Instead, a hooded stare and feeble quirk of his mouth is all he spares to the porcelain male. Burn everything, yes. If he could now, there would be mayhem berthed from his own palm. His power would branch across Beqanna and scorch the enemies that defy him.
But alas, there is no fire in his gut, no smoke clawing at his throat, for now. This is his punishment, but he conceals it well beneath the scrutiny of his peers.
Oceane’s interest does not slip Castile’s notice as his mismatched eyes slip back to her after having regarded both Ruinam and the boy. A smirk toys with the corners of his lips when she says his name, her voice calculating and remembering him while her mind funnels on his face. He has given her answers. He has already inched his way closer to her, enticing her, but he is not yet done. Her confession sparks something within him, and he nods to her just as the playful glint returns to his watchful gaze. Blu, the boy claims his name to be, nearly hugs against the woman with a light of hope brightening his expression. They are not mother and child, yet a curious attachment is slowly building in front of him. Blue is setting down the foundation, brick by brick, as he searches for answers and direction.
Castile’s neck arches – a handsome display with his thick, muscular crest – as he looks at the youngest of their group. ”Blu,” he repeats gruffly, though not at all unkind, ”Perhaps you and the lovely Oceane here would like to seek adventure and refuge in Loess?” Ruinam has already provided the Island Resort as an option. The name still elicits a disdaining roll of the king’s shoulders, the memories coming and going quickly at his will. ”I’m finding Loess to be a most interesting place, and it would love to have you both,” he does not yet confess his place in the kingdom, how his opinion is heavily biased. His home speaks for itself, still wild with activity with voices buzzing through the air. ”Though, Ruinam’s offer can give you peace and quiet while basking on its sunny shores,” there is nothing more to do there, he muses, but the admonishment is kept to himself this time.
But alas, there is no fire in his gut, no smoke clawing at his throat, for now. This is his punishment, but he conceals it well beneath the scrutiny of his peers.
Oceane’s interest does not slip Castile’s notice as his mismatched eyes slip back to her after having regarded both Ruinam and the boy. A smirk toys with the corners of his lips when she says his name, her voice calculating and remembering him while her mind funnels on his face. He has given her answers. He has already inched his way closer to her, enticing her, but he is not yet done. Her confession sparks something within him, and he nods to her just as the playful glint returns to his watchful gaze. Blu, the boy claims his name to be, nearly hugs against the woman with a light of hope brightening his expression. They are not mother and child, yet a curious attachment is slowly building in front of him. Blue is setting down the foundation, brick by brick, as he searches for answers and direction.
Castile’s neck arches – a handsome display with his thick, muscular crest – as he looks at the youngest of their group. ”Blu,” he repeats gruffly, though not at all unkind, ”Perhaps you and the lovely Oceane here would like to seek adventure and refuge in Loess?” Ruinam has already provided the Island Resort as an option. The name still elicits a disdaining roll of the king’s shoulders, the memories coming and going quickly at his will. ”I’m finding Loess to be a most interesting place, and it would love to have you both,” he does not yet confess his place in the kingdom, how his opinion is heavily biased. His home speaks for itself, still wild with activity with voices buzzing through the air. ”Though, Ruinam’s offer can give you peace and quiet while basking on its sunny shores,” there is nothing more to do there, he muses, but the admonishment is kept to himself this time.
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