Thread: The Snow Angel(Retsu & LadyYunaFFX2)

Celestine Pics22-SnowAngelzps8368a18a.jpg Pics22-SnowAngelzps8368a18a.jpg Pics22-SnowAngelzps8368a18a.jpg Though the kitchen may have perhaps been a bad room to choose, she didn't want to seem more nosy by wandering around his place and winding up in a different room and thus making him more anxious than he already was. Ah well, she could make do with this room for now. Hearing the suggestion that looking more human might be more wise, she nodded and made the wings vanish once again. She took sips every now and again, remaining quiet so that Micah could focus on the TV, his thoughts, whatever he desired. But right now, she was pretty damn certain his focus wouldn't be upon her just yet. That was fine and understanding -- she'd all but forced herself into his life. Celestine wouldn't expect him to even look at her in a friendlier light until the time was more correct and that wasn't now. Or she didn't think so at least. By the time he began speaking to himself, she couldn't help but listen. It definitely hadn't been to seem as if eavesdropping, but there was almost no distance between them in the two rooms. It was .. rather inevitable to not hear him. Her head lowered and heart sank as each word caught her ears. Each landed upon her as if he'd slapped her roughly and after a certain degree, she wouldn't blame him if he actually went through the actions. Most people didn't think much on angels or how they came to be but it meant they all used to be humans. Thus at one point in time, Celestine had walked upon the Earth normally and without wings. But her own life had been abruptly taken away. It was similar to Micah's, however, in certain aspects. The name likely hinted she had come from France. When she was seventeen, an arranged marriage had been revealed to her. But she wasn't the only reluctant party her fiance wasn't much fond of the idea, being forced to wed in a rushed state. But he had sworn to her he found her attractive and lovely just not the circumstances. They'd met over the months - with or without their parents' consent - and tried to get to know one another before they were to be wed. Each day had seemed to get even more and more better. Now that she thought back, Celestine supposed she really should have read in between the lines but she'd been too stupid and naive. The night before the wedding was to begin, the man had suggested to run away, still wanting more time to be with her and not yet shoved into a wed life. But he'd made an odd request to get into her dress and bring her dowry with her, nothing more. Celestine hadn't questioned or thought of it and snuck out in the middle of the night to rendezvous with him. But he, himself, wasn't there. Panic overtook her and she continued to call out for him, her head glancing around every now and again. And finally, when she'd least expected it, a loud bang echoed in the mostly dark streets. Red began to stain the pure white dress and before she could understand, her body fell forward. Out walked her fiance, who snatched the money and ran away. Yes, Celestine had been fooled in the love department too and used like Micah had. By the time he came back into the kitchen, her own silent tears were streaming slowly down her face. Her own crying fit, though, was likely to be a bit less in amount compared to poor Micah's. Her head slowly shook no, raven locks moving from side to side as she made eye contact with him. She definitely wanted to hug him by now ... but wouldn't push her luck. It isn't fair. She finally replied, tears continuing to slowly trail down. I can't speak or say I know why. But between you and me ... I've often questioned his judgment myself many times before. Not just with myself, but with others like you. I don't understand it myself. I meant it when I said I had to convince him quite a bit to even try to help you out. Otherwise ... he wouldn't have allowed it and, from what I could gather, send anyone else. But it didn't seem right to watch you fall into despair, out of grace. So I did all I could to make sure he'd agree. I meant it when I said I really am sorry ... but more than that, I truly do want to work on your future being better than it has been in a while. It'd been ... years since tears overtook her like this. It wasn't the original way she had hoped to try to begin to convince Micah, but maybe if he saw and heard her own tears - something she knew Sara hadn't done after her act - it would help him wake up, per se?