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for the morimens ship prompt - 24/Celeste, with the prompt "gentle", if you're still taking these?

Celeste is meant to grant wishes. She exists to guide ships, to grant the desire of safe passage among others.

"Where the north wind meets the sea~"

But this situation...she glances over at the one singing the song, the only one currently sharing the same space as Celeste. The woman known by most as 24.

This situation has been strange indeed. For over the last few weeks, 24 has come to merely...sing. Sing all kinds of different songs near Celeste. Some better than others, more confident, but that singing has been getting better over time.

There's been a wish in the heart of 24, Celeste can feel. But it's one that's been...fading, recently in her vicinity. Not fading as no longer wanted but in some other way.

To better grasp what this wish may be, that she might grant it, Celeste had asked for a name. Or if 24 was enough. Stammering, the woman had faintly answered, "Mason" before fleeing into the night.

That had happened last night. Today...

"There's a river full of mee-mor- oh darn, I messed up."

The singing has been more shaky than usual. Maybe it has to do with the flickering wish.

"Is something needed to be corrected?" Celeste eventually asks. Only for...

"I lied to you!" Mason sobs. Nearly throwing herself onto the ground in the process.

Celeste blinks. Tilts her head slightly.

"I said my name was Mason, but that's not true! I'm, I'm...not Mason, I'm someone else in 24!"

That's... "Confusing," Celeste settles on. "Clarify."

"Well...Mason is the host of 24, and there are many others. I am one." The not-Mason pats her chest. "I am meant to sing, and only sing. But I've been...lingering. Before and after. Long enough...that I'm not just Singer anymore, I'm someone else. Someone else with a different name."

Celeste still doesn't quite understand, but she supposes it's not too different from how sailors would name smaller boats on board a larger ship.

"Do you want...a name? Is that your wish?" A wish, Celeste feels more on familiar ground with that. "Singer, is that your wish?"

But instead of asking for a name, the woman hums and asks something else.

"My singing, yes, what has it been like for you?" The woman that is not Mason, but still 24, looks at her eagerly.

Celeste, as a ship maiden, is not one for words. There would be something wrong with her had she provided much more insight on the journey ahead. So when the words come, they come slowly. Shaking. As she tries her best to pick them out. "Soft...sweet...gentle..."

Gentle!" The woman claps her hands, spikes softening slightly on her skull. "Call me Gentle! That is my name!"

"Gentle," Celeste says. "What is your wish?"

"My wish?" Gentle tugs at the ends of her hair with two of her four arms. The other two smooth down her clothing. "Um, well, I wanted to just sing at first. Get better, so no one would tell us, me, that we were awful at it. But I have been getting better...so..."

Hopeful grey-blue eyes stare up at Celeste's perch.

"Could I keep coming by? And still sing?"

To be trusted with that, fulfilling a wish and wanting more...different. Warm and gentle in Celeste's core.

Celeste has already requested the Keeper help her in finding a wish...could Gentle be another?

"Gentle...could you help me find my wish? I would like you to keep coming and singing as well."

Gentle's pale face fills with red. She stammers, "If you want me to...yes! I will!"

She clasps her hands together. "What can I do to help?"

Celeste thinks. The singing...that has be nice.

"Can you sing again? That song you were doing earlier?"

"Oh, that...I can do that!"

Gentle opens her mouth and hums. Hums until the words flow out once more.

"Where the north wind meets the sea~"

Celeste closes her eyes and listens. And for once, she does not feel the need to search for a wish. Not when she knows this is already fulfilling one and creating one.

Together.

#answering asks #starlit-warren #beast ships morimens #morimens #24 morimens #celeste morimens #now celeste does not know this from her limited pov #but the wish that gentle/24 was carrying around was for someone to spend time with to sing #because i see mason overall being very self-conscious about that #especially with such wonderful artists like tinct around #so she wanted an audience that would listen but not be mean about her being bad #BUT her wish slowly became from someone to sing around to BEING around Celeste specifically #morimens fic #my writing #24 x celeste

Could be nothing but: Genderfliud 24 perchance

Scholar 24 so handsome

#thoughts #morimens #24 Morimens #dog stuff #idk just in case

for the morimens ship prompt - 24/Celeste, with the prompt "gentle", if you're still taking these?

Celeste is meant to grant wishes. She exists to guide ships, to grant the desire of safe passage among others.

"Where the north wind meets the sea~"

But this situation...she glances over at the one singing the song, the only one currently sharing the same space as Celeste. The woman known by most as 24.

There's been a wish in the heart of 24, Celeste can feel. But it's one that's been...fading, recently in her vicinity. Not fading as no longer wanted but in some other way.

To better grasp what this wish may be, that she might grant it, Celeste had asked for a name. Or if 24 was enough. Stammering, the woman had faintly answered, "Mason" before fleeing into the night.

That had happened last night. Today...

"There's a river full of mee-mor- oh darn, I messed up."

The singing has been more shaky than usual. Maybe it has to do with the flickering wish.

"Is something needed to be corrected?" Celeste eventually asks. Only for...

"I lied to you!" Mason sobs. Nearly throwing herself onto the ground in the process.

Celeste blinks. Tilts her head slightly.

"I said my name was Mason, but that's not true! I'm, I'm...not Mason, I'm someone else in 24!"

That's... "Confusing," Celeste settles on. "Clarify."

Celeste still doesn't quite understand, but she supposes it's not too different from how sailors would name smaller boats on board a larger ship.

"Do you want...a name? Is that your wish?" A wish, Celeste feels more on familiar ground with that. "Singer, is that your wish?"

But instead of asking for a name, the woman hums and asks something else.

"My singing, yes, what has it been like for you?" The woman that is not Mason, but still 24, looks at her eagerly.

Gentle!" The woman claps her hands, spikes softening slightly on her skull. "Call me Gentle! That is my name!"

"Gentle," Celeste says. "What is your wish?"

Hopeful grey-blue eyes stare up at Celeste's perch.

"Could I keep coming by? And still sing?"

To be trusted with that, fulfilling a wish and wanting more...different. Warm and gentle in Celeste's core.

Celeste has already requested the Keeper help her in finding a wish...could Gentle be another?

"Gentle...could you help me find my wish? I would like you to keep coming and singing as well."

Gentle's pale face fills with red. She stammers, "If you want me to...yes! I will!"

She clasps her hands together. "What can I do to help?"

Celeste thinks. The singing...that has be nice.

"Can you sing again? That song you were doing earlier?"

"Oh, that...I can do that!"

Gentle opens her mouth and hums. Hums until the words flow out once more.

"Where the north wind meets the sea~"

Celeste closes her eyes and listens. And for once, she does not feel the need to search for a wish. Not when she knows this is already fulfilling one and creating one.

Together.

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