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!❞