22 for Ari & Celeste and 4 for Quinn and Aiden??? šš (So sorry if I misspelled one I'm in a rush rn)
OC Ask Game
4. How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?
Aiden, poking at Quinn's cheek: Ha! You haven't seen stubborn until you've met this one. Once they set their mind to something, there is no changing it. For better or for worse - and usually, it's for the worse! Getting them to slow down or rest is equally an exercise in futility. Quinn doesn't know the meaning of relax. All they do is obsess over prophetic dreams and vengeance. Boooooring. Quinn, swatting away his hand: Aiden's pride is only matched by his vanity. He's a serial flirt and incapable of taking anything seriously. His own sanity hangs by a thread, and yet he insists on persistently testing mine. It is fortunate for him that he is pretty, or I'd have smothered him with a pillow ages ago. Aiden: So you think I'm pretty. š Quinn, now blushing: No comment.
(Aiden wouldn't come right out and say it because he is well aware that Quinn has Issues with their appearance and that compliments can be a minefield, but he finds them to be very beautiful).
22. When were they the most vulnerable with each other?
If I had to pick one moment, it would be this:
For years, Celeste had held out hope that her mother would come back for her one day, like she promised. All that time, she in the cave her mother hid her in, hunting animals to feed herself and staying in her wolf form almost constantly. Deep down, she had always known her mother wasn't coming back, but a part of her still clung to hope that she was alive. Until the night Ari told her she knew of a spirit. It haunted the forest, wandering aimlessly as if in search of something. It flitted away and disappeared whenever Ari had tried to approach before, emitting an agonized wail that resembled the howl of a wolf. For years, Ari had tried to find the source of the spirit's pain, to no avail. Now, having learned Celeste's story, she thought she finally understood. Celeste was in denial at first, but she reluctantly agreed to join Ari in tracking down the spirit that night. Together they ventured into the forest under waning moonlight. Celeste's skin itched; the full moon had passed a week prior, but she still felt the wolf in her set it's teeth on edge. Then, she heard it; the howl of a wolf, achingly familiar. It had been years, over two decades, but Celeste would know that howl anywhere- "Mama," she choked out, stumbling to a halt. Ari grabbed her tunic to try and steady her, but she wasn't strong enough to keep Celeste on her feet. Instead, she fell to her knees alongside her, murmuring words of comfort that faded to buzzing in Celeste's ear. Then, she smelled it. Her mother's scent, earthy and warm and home. Tears welled in her eyes only to be furiously scrubbed away. Then Ari's hand found hers, and the blueish glow of the spirit flooded the forest glen. It was the shape of a wolf - Mama's wolf - and the edges of its silhouette flickered like candlelight. "My little pup," Yvette breathed, the glow of her spirit pulsing as she spoke, "I have found you at last." "I'm here, Mama," Celeste sobbed, "I waited for you. Just like you said." "So you did," her mother whispered, "You were so brave. I'm so proud of you, Celeste." her mother's spirit wavered, a new pain filling her voice, "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you. Celeste shook her head fiercely, unable to speak. "Yvette," Ari spoke, so softly Celeste almost missed it, "Can you tell us what happened to you?" Her mother's spirit paused as it seemed to acknowledge Ari's presence for the first time. "I tried to draw the hunter away, to keep you safe. I thought I could move faster on my own, outrun him and then make my way back to you." Yvette answered, her voice halting and uncertain, as if recalling her death was a terrible struggle, "But it was a trap. When I awoke, everything was dark, and I knew I must be dead. But I had to find you, I couldn't leave you alone. My darling pup, my little girl⦠I was so worried about you." "I'm okay now, Mama," Celeste said, her own voice broken from crying, "So you don't have to worry anymore. You can let go."
Ari squeezed her hand, but Celeste could hardly feel it past the numb shock still lingering in her limbs. Yvette's spirit glowed brighter, as if she too was overcome. "You there. Witch." she said, her commanding tone barely concealing the emotion in her voice, "Take care of her. Promise me." "I will," Ari said, her own eyes now damp, "I promise." Then Yvette's spirit faded from the world, and Celeste collapsed into Ari's waiting arms and wept.














