Recent content by Zael Castomir

In time, Zael through shifting circumstances would come to see more of Gaage's point of view. But at present, he had said what he meant: he wanted to see the Dreadlords freed, and he did not care who did it. A wan smile crossed his face. "This is the way it's gotta be then," he said. With...

"Where do you even put it all?" Zael asked, poking her in the stomach as they walked. Yuna, with a smug self-satisfaction, stretched her arms up above her head, and said, "No amount of food can tarnish the beauty of this body. I'm just lucky that way." "Oh, I just thought you shit as much as a...

Sounded like things happened quick for Gaage, like him getting caught up in a whirlwind of one thing leading to another. That whirlwind eventually set him down here, in a remote piece of land, not just far from where he had come physically but far in mindset as well. Fighting used to be fun...

Zael stood up from the bed with an expression full of good humor. "Tie it is then," he echoed. "Just don't get mad at me when you're out there doin the shiverin shuffle, your nipples are rock hard and pointin steady as she goes, and I say, 'No, you can't borrow my cloak again.'" "Really? You're...

So... anybody make any 'one-eyed willie' jokes to you yet? "You'd be the first," Zael said with a smile. Then, unconsciously in tune with Gaage as was the usual, he said, "And maybe that booze-runner job ain't a half bad idea if this whole rebellion thing goes tits up." Mirth was soon traded...

No big surprise that Yuna left even before Gier and Herrim could rise from their seats. Hopefully that anger of hers, understandable though it may be, subsided to at least embers before the week's end and the expedition's launch. But there wasn't anything he could do about it now; probably best...

Here's the hard truth, folks. So you wanna do somethin' nice for a good friend, huh? Well, there was a range to that somethin' nice you could do, because everybody had a certain amount of means. And Zael knew that what he was working with was awfully humble and very finite—especially after that...

I think I might be done, dude. With all of this...I'm gonna be a dad. Though Zael couldn't yet know it, Gaage's decision, his words, would have a profound effect on him in the future. Far more than he could even fathom at present. He thought briefly of Gaage's verdict on Gilram, knew he didn't...

Zael turned about in his seat, placing on arm on his seatback and looking behind him to Gier and Herrim. "What do you boys, think?" Herrim sucked in air through clenched teeth. "Well...I don't like the idea of being without my magic, that's for sure." Gier nodded in affirmation of that. How...

"You got the reins. I'm just sittin in the saddle." Yuna, as she went to her chest of drawers, said, "Ooo, sitting in the saddle behind me? Got me all wrapped up in your arms? And we're about to ride off into a sunset? You really know how to paint a romantic picture, Zael." "You're the one...

"Mmhmm." Alright, so the Academy wasn't the type of place that adequately prepared someone for situations like this. Didn't exactly foster a sense of how to be gracefully intimate with someone, did it? But despite the general lack of examples from the Academy, and the lack of an example from...

What sleep he got could hardly be called such. It wasn't restful, and no dreams came with it. Only darkness bridged the gap between his vague awareness of leaving Vel Farris and his eyes opening now as he lie on the couch in the (unfamiliar) home. Still he felt the heavy toll of the battle...

Zael couldn't really say one thing or another about the Urahils, so he'd have to take Ivan's word on it. Sure, he'd met Oraya, and she wasn't so bad (heh, not being a Dreadlord probably helped), so he reckoned he could safely place her outside the category of Urahils keen to flay Ivan alive if...

"You trust me? After those other pants of yours got a bald spot?" "I trust you enough," Yuna said, as if she were guessing at some answer to a question one of her Professors asked her. "Yeah, that works." Zael hovered his hands just above Yuna's head, here and there feeling the damp hair...

Points for using his own words against him. Fair. Zael lay on Heidi's bed, now alone with his thoughts. They started out fun, flying along to this whimsy or that, but, as thoughts often do, one association led to another association, and after enough of these the chain was thus forged between...