Being a bishop and similarly one of the seven ghosts, doesn\u2019t leave a soul with much free time – let alone a time for rest. But Castor makes it work.<\/p>\n
He likes to spend his spare moments, sitting on the ledge by the church reservoir dragging his fingers through the stream of water, waiting for her. When she surfaces it\u2019s all pearly whites, grinning up at him.<\/p>\n
They\u2019ll sit like that for however long. Occasionally Razette will fill the silence with a hum of the church\u2019s anthem, or Castor will talk about his day in great detail. There are times when he\u2019ll start to ramble on about things he needs to get done. Razette will often respond with a splash, or a cautionary nibble on his arm or leg; one time she even pulled him into the water alongside her. He won\u2019t admit it, but sometimes the rambles are intentional.<\/p>\n
Free time only leaves him longing, though. He\u2019ll find himself glancing over at the water every time he walks by, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He doesn\u2019t see her the majority of the time; she\u2019s too wary of strangers. Her trust given to but a select few: the ghosts, Teito, and a few of the nuns.<\/p>\n
But just knowing she\u2019s there, and is safe, is enough for Castor.<\/p>\n
There are times when Castor will have left the church for an extended period of time due to work. And despite her best efforts, Razette often fails to remain positive. The uncertainty stresses her out. Is he okay? Is he safe?\u00a0Is he suffering?\u00a0Because she knows he keeps a lot to himself, and she resents that fact. She resents it because she and he both know that he is surrounded by those who love and care for him; people who would travel the seven districts and back if it meant ensuring his happiness. And at least when he\u2019s home \u2013 even if he is suffering \u2013 he has everyone there at a moment\u2019s notice.<\/p>\n
She gets lonely too. Her singing voice won\u2019t carry its usual chirp and flow, instead the notes waver and die on her tongue all too soon.<\/p>\n
His arrival home is like a breath of fresh air, or in Razette\u2019s case the warm patch of a freezing body of water. It feels familiar; it feels right, like the missing piece needed to restore the balance of her world has been put back in place.<\/p>\n
After church, Castor will occasionally have Razette accompany him back to his office \u2013 if she\u2019s feeling up to it. She\u2019ll make herself cozy on one of the lounges, sipping at a sweet tea that Labrador himself has made up for her. For her, it\u2019s very sweet.<\/p>\n
Sometimes instead of working Castor will simply join her. She\u2019ll rest her head in his lap while he strokes her hair. His hands are elegant but strong, dexterous but slow and his touch is feather-like. And for each stroke there\u2019s that requited feeling of cherishment. Often she\u2019ll nod off from how relaxing it is, and when she awakes Castor is still there, same as ever. He\u2019ll caress her cheek as she sits up, and in return receive that genuine grin of pearly whites.<\/p>\n
A few times the opposite has happened. Castor will have dozed off while sprawled across Razette, still in the comforts of his office. She\u2019ll sing softly to him, almost lullaby-like. She can\u2019t help but foster his sleeping face, full of youth and vulnerability, dissolved of worry or any other sign of stress.<\/p>\n
But then those expressions can take a turn for a worse. He\u2019ll start shaking, and if he wasn\u2019t one of the seven ghosts Razette\u2019s sure he\u2019d have moisture dripping off him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMother!\u201d he\u2019ll call.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, father! Don\u2019t!\u201d he\u2019ll shriek.<\/p>\n
\u201cRazette! Razette!\u201d he\u2019ll yell.<\/p>\n
And the look on his face is too painful. Any shred of confidence he has is drained from his face, all that remains is this terrified boy, trembling in fear. Razette cried the first time, completely at a loss for what to do \u2013 for being so helpless.<\/p>\n
She adapted, though. Every time since \u2013 not that it happened often \u2013 she would give him a soft shake and then place her hands on either side of his head, caressing his cheeks. She\u2019d lean down and sing into his ear what she knew to be his favourite songs of hers. And if that didn\u2019t do the job, she\u2019d lean down onto his chest and wrap her arms around him, trying to comfort him with her embrace.<\/p>\n
When he\u2019d startle out of it and see Razette\u2019s worried face glancing down at him, he calmed down. A few shallow breaths, a lick of his lips, and the rearrangement of his hair and glasses and he felt in control again. He\u2019d sit up slowly from Razette\u2019s lap, plant a kiss on cheek followed by, \u201cSorry, and thank you.\u201d Which Razette would huff at. Castor would laugh. His insistence on apologizing and then thanking her really agitated her. It wasn\u2019t something that required a foreign thanks; it was something that should be naturally expected of a decent soul, even more so a partner \u2013 where unspoken thanks are expressed through your trust for one another. As if Castor would follow that, though.<\/p>\n
Saying goodbye to Teito was hard. In their time together, both Castor and Razette had grown really close with him. Razette didn\u2019t have many people she felt safe bonding with, so getting to know Teito had been something entirely new. Immediately she\u2019d felt safe around him, he\u2019d been an abundance of vibrant coral amongst the trails of rotten seaweed. His friendship brought out a newfound feeling of self-belief, and a sense of humour she hadn\u2019t known she had.<\/p>\n
Castor had noticed the development too, but no matter what he said no words could ever express the extent of his gratitude. \u00a0For so long he\u2019d wished for another positive soul in Razette\u2019s life, and Teito had been perfect. Teito\u2019s purity and the behaviours that ran parallel were something Castor could no longer provide for Razette. Purity inspired; with purity came hope, merriment, and the unequivocal feeling that all was right with the world.<\/p>\n
It was nice seeing Razette smile at times when he couldn\u2019t be there, and knowing that his presence was no longer the sole reason for her happiness \u2013 he\u2019d wanted more than that for her. Thanks to Teito, she could smile at other things about life too.<\/p>\n
When the time came, Razette didn\u2019t let go of her grip around Teito for a good few moments. After they separated they\u2019d started giggling, giggling at the fact their faces were both wet from the tears. Razette morphed her face into Frau\u2019s, having him shed the tears instead which only ensued in more laughter and an \u201cOi!\u201d from the man himself.<\/p>\n
They had waved Frau and Teito off, watching the two fly into the distance on the hawkzile. Castor was stood behind Razette, with his arms wrapped around her. She gave his arm a nervous squeeze and looked up at him, biting her lip. Castor smiled. \u201cThey\u2019ll be fine,\u201d he said, and popped a kiss to the top of her head. Razette just grinned with those big pearly whites.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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