xprocella:

_{he’d be more than glad to answer should she ask. and if she does, he’d tell her that he crafted each one himself. lord knows he both has spent and spends enough time watching over people to get a good idea of what people tend to respond to.}

        _{and he knows how to hold just enough of himself back for others to be even more curious. appearance is nothing but another weapon to use.}

_{❝Celeste Harlow. Certainly does roll off the tongue. I suppose I’ve been a bit rude by not giving my name. Gale Reilly. Pleasure to meet you.❞}

            Her forms, vessels, or whatever term you found personally preferred were nothing more than disguises or lies to mingle with those who fueled her essence. She thrived on Earth because humanity was much like a well-oiled machine. Creativity was something that never truly ceased and thus she near glowed with power that was given to her.

            Unlike some or possibly most among ‘her kind’, she thought herself a rarity in her acceptance and love for humanity. Of course, for all she was, for all she loved in them – she was barely hesitant in stoking the flames of darker things among them.

                                    ❝– Gale Reilly,❞
                                                the repetition was in a soft voice as she smiled bright once more,

                        ❝I quite like it, it suits you quite well!❞

holditsacred:

     ^{The peculiarity of the little round things in her hand only had Charlotte staring all the more. She didn’t know what it was, but it seemed harmless enough. Reaching out, she plucked a blue one from the outstretched palm and ate it. It was surprisingly sweet and a bit crunchy too. “What is this?”}

            A large smile crept across rosy lips with ease as the brunette watched the other experience the candy. Of all the things that humans had conceived when it came to sweets and treats, Celeste had to confess a partiality to Skittles – and she supposed that Starbursts fell into a similar category of delicious things.

                                    ❝– they’re called Skittles, they’re a type of candy,❞
                                                her voice was gentle even if she was surprised that the other didn’t know what she’d eaten.

xprocella:

_{he is measured. he is precise. so much so that one might think to cut themselves on those movements. it’s just how he carries himself in this form. truth be told, it’s becoming a favorite.}

       _{that’s a problem. but he motions as if he wants celeste to come closer. he does.}

         _{and he sure would count serial killing.}

     _{❝I’m sure you do. Please. Sit. Any particular inspiration behind the name Celeste or.❞}

            At the other’s urging she kicked herself away from the door’s frame to take up a seat across from him as she finished her cookie. Her observance of him carried on with an odd little fascination. She wondered idly to herself how many of his forms he’d molded with his own two hands.

            The essence of imagination herself sculpted every form she’d ever worn.

            She’d painstakingly observed humanity in the most curious of ways, picking the features she loved most. Molding them into a vessel that suited whatever her mood craved.

                                    ❝— ‘Celeste Harlow’ just seemed like good name for an artist…❞
                                                            And a minute shrug was expressed.

xprocella:

_{he doesn’t get up from where he’s sitting. but what he does do, is close the book he was reading over ( or writing in, can’t be too sure ) and glances in her direction.}

_{creativity. well, that’s interesting. in fact, he’s had quite a few interesting personifications step foot into his home. innocence. ambition. humor. he’s seen empathy.}

      _{❝Don’t mention it, Celeste.}

              _{Creativity. Do you do anything artistic, then.❞}

            Her petite form settled in the frame of the kitchen doorway as both slender hands held the cookie she munched upon. Cheerful seeming caramel hues watching how the other carried themselves even whilst sitting; internally noting how calculated Gale’s movements seemed.

            Celeste was a busy-body to say the least, she had fingers dipped into most any pie you could think of that pertained to what she was:

                        The arts; from fashion to drama and more.
                                    Industry, the sciences, etc.
                                                Did serial killing count?

            ❝— I dabble in a bit of everything, really,❞
                        she mused with a melodic and ethereal voice.

xprocella:

_{he seems to notice that little spark of interest and files it back for later. the moment someone seems curious is the moment things go off the rails, if we’re to be honest here. he thrives with a crowd. who knows how much of that has to do with his little complex.}

  _{❝Right, then. In fact, there is. Right in the kitchen on the counter as soon as you walk in. I have Rosemary to thank for that.❞}

        _{he gives a wave of his hand as if to show that she’s free to make herself at home. he supposes he’ll see what she has to offer.}

             _{❝And which one are you.❞}

            Celeste was an excitable creature to say the least.

                        Following the other’s instructions, the petite brunette wandered into the kitchen to retrieve the cookies in question. She had a penchant, or rather an addiction to sweets and treats.

            What she was was born of people thinking, it was spawned of inspiration – she was an amalgamation of various concepts that led to something bright and colorful. And on occasion it could result in something darkly beautiful, though that was definitely something that was subject to one’s personal views. A bloody mess was not lovely and creative to all, but it could be seen as such by some.

                                    ❝— mm, thank you,❞
                                                her voice was muffled as she ate before she stepped back out and answered Gale’s question.

                        ❝Celeste, or uh… – Creativity!❞

quimedicus–archive:

*Screams from the top of a mountain*

• Please do not automatically assume that my character is going to know who yours is if this is our first time interacting
  
• Please do not claim that your character knows really personal stuff and/or everything about my character because it makes both the mun and muse extremely uncomfortable
  
• Please do not claim that your character is a family member or friend/companion of my character’s without discussing it with the mun beforehand