KASIL
He could not recall the last time that he had allowed his heart to soar, released from it's chains of responsibility and duty to the one thing he loved more than anything. His Court. Like a jealous lover, she stole all of him -- heart, mind and soul. He was consumed with the need to protect and serve her, and the people like children she bore to him. He let his mind wander briefly to the golden headpiece that he had tucked away, shedding his identity as king of the scrolls if only for a little while. The smell of coconut and vanilla drew his mind back to the present, away from the slightly guilty feeling that threatened to creep along his skin like the entangling ivy circling the citadel walls.
His path was straight and direct, his dark hair loose and free from it's usual entanglements. It flew behind him in the wind like a flag, his dark wings outstretched as if they were eager for him to take to the air and he might have if it were not for the golden-eyed girl dancing alongside him. He was watching her, though he was running as fast as he could go -- watching her lithe steps prancing along like a graceful deer compared to his running bull. He supposed he could have watched her forever, the pair of them taking turns chasing each other into eternity if it were not for the earthly limitations of their bodies. He slowed when she did, his breath ragged and gasping as he stomped the earth and lowered his head as he tried to catch it. His coal colored hair fell forward into his eyes, not held back in it's usual place by his golden headwear and he pushed a hand through it.
His chocolate eyes watched her from beneath a lidded stare, the silver lining to his cloudy day. He could not contain the smile the played along his lips like a child, raising his head once more to take in the field of poppies. He drew closer to her as she took in the field's beauty, careful not to crush any of the delicate flowers in his wake. "They're beautiful, right?" He asked, the light breathlessness still coloring his voice. Like you He wanted to add. He was close enough to warm her silver skin with his breath, her scent overwhelming. She was so different from the smell of books and earth that seemed to cling to him -- like a breath of fresh air. He found himself struck with desire to touch her, but froze when she spoke up and tried to convince himself that the idea was as crazy as it sounded.
"I have a responsibility to those scrolls." He said gently, turning his head away so that he could shake that urge he felt. He did not have any right to touch someone like Liesel, and better yet she was his guardian. It would not be right to feel the way that he was feeling -- a strange bubbly sensation that he did not know the word for. "I don't get as much time with them as I'd like...these days."
coding by Avis
