08-15-2019, 11:44 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]❥ Dovedeparture didn't react to the snarl; she wasn't fazed by much, especially not instances like this. She didn't fear being attacked. She was immortal, and besides that, this was Celeste. Celeste would never harm her. That much was proven as the violent paint across her friend's face chipped away. There was a blink - violets grew despite the fire in Celestialrobbery's eyes, and the gentle flowers replaced the embers easily.
"You know you don't have to apologize," Dove explained, "but next time, you'll be sorry-!" Her speech tapered off at the end, turning upwards in a laugh. Her giggling faded away as she took full notice of the war that brewed inside of the fallen star's head. The lynx cleared her throat in a sort of apology before falling silent to listen.
At the mention of a task given by higher powers, she tilted her head. This was the first she was hearing of this since meeting Celestialrobbery. Her wings ruffled themselves slightly at that, but she smoothed them as her best friend continued. The four Ancient Relics? Her fictional brows furrowed in thought. "It sounds... familiar, like that knowledge is - what's the saying? - on the tip of my tongue?" No, that wasn't quite right, but whatever. That wasn't what mattered. She was more concerned with the swell of emotions and thoughts Celeste dealt with.
"It feels like - like I'm not supposed to know about it all. My head feels fuzzy when try to remember. Educate me, sunshine." It was like when she had first fallen; so many of her memories had been jumbled up and strung back together lazily. She thought she had sorted everything out, but it appeared she had more work to do. She could've screamed at that. This vessel was so incapable sometimes. Instead, she just frowned minutely. "It sounds like some find of myth? And you're supposed to find them?"
"You know you don't have to apologize," Dove explained, "but next time, you'll be sorry-!" Her speech tapered off at the end, turning upwards in a laugh. Her giggling faded away as she took full notice of the war that brewed inside of the fallen star's head. The lynx cleared her throat in a sort of apology before falling silent to listen.
At the mention of a task given by higher powers, she tilted her head. This was the first she was hearing of this since meeting Celestialrobbery. Her wings ruffled themselves slightly at that, but she smoothed them as her best friend continued. The four Ancient Relics? Her fictional brows furrowed in thought. "It sounds... familiar, like that knowledge is - what's the saying? - on the tip of my tongue?" No, that wasn't quite right, but whatever. That wasn't what mattered. She was more concerned with the swell of emotions and thoughts Celeste dealt with.
"It feels like - like I'm not supposed to know about it all. My head feels fuzzy when try to remember. Educate me, sunshine." It was like when she had first fallen; so many of her memories had been jumbled up and strung back together lazily. She thought she had sorted everything out, but it appeared she had more work to do. She could've screamed at that. This vessel was so incapable sometimes. Instead, she just frowned minutely. "It sounds like some find of myth? And you're supposed to find them?"
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[glow=black,200,600]but i broke my wings for you[/glow]
[div style=" font-family:; arial black; text-align: center"]dovedeparture | crewmate | the typhoon | tags
[glow=black,1,100]i smiled as you untied our love for good