02-05-2020, 12:53 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
When their eyes connect, everything Castile wants to be disappears. Anger, frustration, mistrust. It all melts like the winter snow, and he is left with softened resolve. A deep breath escapes him, and he glances down to the rocky soil contemplatively, knowing her gaze is fixed on him expectantly.
Clarissa reeks of Pangea, a scent he memorized years ago when he first visited Litotes, then met Anaxarete more recently.
His heart quivers, groping for the steely disappointment that first rattled his bones. It’s weak when the feeling returns, but he feeds it with fabricated images and thoughts to better unnerve him when he finally levels his eyes on Clarissa again. Her response, also, helps to stoke the smoldering fire back to life. With a leveled voice, he comments, ”Yes, one of the friends that came to Loess’ doorstep with threats.” Without trying, his words end with barbs that prickle the edges of his tongue as his memories recall that one fateful day. Still bitter from the experience, Castile’s eyes flash. ”The heart wants what it wants,” he begins, forcing himself to still be kind and reminding himself that she is not truly his daughter, ”but why him? First impression leads me to believe he’s not exactly sweet and romantic, and don’t you want someone that sees your beauty, both inside and out?”
Perhaps it’s shallow of him, but he has always been drawn to unique beauty. Ciri, Solace, Sabra, Sochi, and Oceane.
Their minds and personalities kept his attention, but it was their outer beauty that first hooked him.
There is a brief pause as Castile attempts to fathom what disarray can form between the two. If not for his self-control, a chill would run the length of his spine. Castile’s wings shuffle against his sides for a moment longer before he adds, ”Or perhaps someone on better terms with your family?” It doesn’t at all make sense to him, and he wants so bad to understand, to see the beauty in all of this, but it’s eclipsed by the primitive mannerisms of the eyeless boy. There could have been others for her, future beloveds, but she ran away with a creature worse than himself – uglier.
Taking a step back, Castile waits. He wills himself to listen to her and to take careful note of her argument before finally, and simply, asking, ”What is it that you see in him that I do not?”
Clarissa reeks of Pangea, a scent he memorized years ago when he first visited Litotes, then met Anaxarete more recently.
His heart quivers, groping for the steely disappointment that first rattled his bones. It’s weak when the feeling returns, but he feeds it with fabricated images and thoughts to better unnerve him when he finally levels his eyes on Clarissa again. Her response, also, helps to stoke the smoldering fire back to life. With a leveled voice, he comments, ”Yes, one of the friends that came to Loess’ doorstep with threats.” Without trying, his words end with barbs that prickle the edges of his tongue as his memories recall that one fateful day. Still bitter from the experience, Castile’s eyes flash. ”The heart wants what it wants,” he begins, forcing himself to still be kind and reminding himself that she is not truly his daughter, ”but why him? First impression leads me to believe he’s not exactly sweet and romantic, and don’t you want someone that sees your beauty, both inside and out?”
Perhaps it’s shallow of him, but he has always been drawn to unique beauty. Ciri, Solace, Sabra, Sochi, and Oceane.
Their minds and personalities kept his attention, but it was their outer beauty that first hooked him.
There is a brief pause as Castile attempts to fathom what disarray can form between the two. If not for his self-control, a chill would run the length of his spine. Castile’s wings shuffle against his sides for a moment longer before he adds, ”Or perhaps someone on better terms with your family?” It doesn’t at all make sense to him, and he wants so bad to understand, to see the beauty in all of this, but it’s eclipsed by the primitive mannerisms of the eyeless boy. There could have been others for her, future beloveds, but she ran away with a creature worse than himself – uglier.
Taking a step back, Castile waits. He wills himself to listen to her and to take careful note of her argument before finally, and simply, asking, ”What is it that you see in him that I do not?”
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