#celeste.m

[prxst-n]

@celestemichaels​

it started off with just her in the room doing as she usually did. preston captured by that look she had on her face and trying his best to not get her to notice him drawing her he didn’t say a word. he just watched from his table as the girl had been seeming to practice for the nights gig. he had been there for a slightly early drink and when he saw her he found himself lucky he had his bag with some basic sketching tools. celeste was a girl he had found too easy to draw, by now he didn’t need her around but that was what he liked best. 

taking a little more time to shade he hadn’t looked up for a few moment and when he did he found that she must have noticed him. “you can ask me to stop but you know im not going to, little muse.” he said with a bit of a blush. every time he was caught, even by the girl who knew most about his art he was still so shy about sharing it. i haven’t been able to draw you singing before.. maybe i might actually stay around for your show later.” 

[prxst-n]

@celestemichaels​

preston’s eyes opened and he was instantly surrounded by hos on familiar sent once again. thank god. was all he could think. streaching out he was back in his room, his suite with... his roommate. “celeste.” he said to himself before jumping up and marching out to the living room and excitedly looked around to see all his belongings and until he found the girl he had (for the very first time) initiated a hug. wrapping his arms tightly around her and lifting her up. “holy shit.” he said holding the girl tightly. “celeste don’t you ever fucking move, got it. stay my roommate forever.” finally he set her down and shook his head. “look, after i was roomed up with lucca i never want another roommate, you can keep all the pink fluffy blankets and shit you want.” 

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 preston felt himself being dragged down the hall. he had already been convinced to make it to this birthday bash thing for nour and it wasn’t like he didn’t want to go for his friend’s sake... but loud music, dancing? that was an unwatched pot waiting to boil over and preston wasn’t too thrilled about it. but it was celeste, all she did was pout her lip, bat her eyes, and give a little incentive and he was rolling out of bed and getting ready. 

halfway down the hall he had to put hiss foot down. “how does a little duck like you walk so fast? im still trying to tie this damn tie!” he said with frustration building as he fidgeted with the slim gray tie around his neck. he felt ridiculous wearing it but he knew that if it was anything for nour he had to at least dress up his black jeans and boots with something. “celeste. help me.” 

@celestemichaels

[prxst-n]

 preston heard the final beep of the machine as he clocked out for the night, the lat night shift had him held down tight and he was exhausted. to hear that was like the sound of freedom. the man yawned and pushed himself out into the lobby, probably looking more dead than alive and where some would be shuffling around because they had just woken up and needed their morning coffees, preston was in desperate need of an advil pm and his precious bed. 

 bless the poor soul that tried to over enthusiastically give him a “GOOD MORNING!!!” and only be glared down by dark eyes as preston walked into the elevator. after finally reaching his level he then moved to his door, oh he was so close to crawling into bed and sleeping his day away. so close...but the sound of shuffling inside made him stop at the door and roll his eye. “no... not this early.” he groaned. he forced his key into the fob and watched for the green light letting him in. “HEY!” he called walking into the main part of the suite. “I told you a million times! i work at night! no housekeeping during the day!” preston huffed until he came to a halt and went a bit wide eyed

 he completely forgot the notice he got about another employee being added to the program which meant preston’s once empty suite was getting someone new. bracing himself and stepping in he never expected to go walking in and finding out in shock just who this new roommate was. and he swallowed hard; eating his words.  @celestemichaels

[prxst-n]

☽ Spooky sounds wake up our muses in the middle of the night. They’re not alone…

another night of old roommates getting back together to renew a tradition of fuzzy blankets, snacks stacked high, and each other slumping over themselves as they watched movies. being in the spirit of halloween of course they had a marathon of the scariest movies they could think of and weren’t leaving the couch. but after about the third movie they always ended up falling asleep and waking up to promise that the next time they would actually finish the whole list of movies that they had planned out. 

then just through the time that preston would start to pick up his terrible habit of snoring the room had cracked it’s silence and both preston and celeste were jolted upright. the noise sounded like clanking and wheels and a few knocks before the door had slammed shut and sent preston springing up from the couch into the dark and swinging his fist into the night. protective was one thing he could be but scare him and get a fist full. 

“OW!”  celeste, apparently being the brilliant one between the two had raced for a light switch instead and instead of a deadly intruder among them preston had gotten the nose of the server for room service. “what the hell!” preston said looking at the tray full of food they had ordered before falling asleep. now the service boy, name donny was less than happy. “you guys weren’t answering so i wheeled it in!” he said holding his head back and scowling at preston who was obviously more concerned about their food. 

“shit... i forgot we even ordered food. my bad, dude. you can split the quesadilla we got.” 

[prxst-n]

💤-As my muse falls asleep

preston and celeste had found a good friendship the more they lived together. he had to say as much as he acted like he was annoyed with the nights she would drag him out or make him stay in and watch endless movies with her on the couch that he really did like to be with her. she was kind to him, clingy and energetic, but always so welcoming. so when they had spent the night at the bar with her trying hard to get preston on the dancefloor with her and only able to get him to sway awkwardly around before he would slip back to the bar for safety it was just a good night out. and in the cab on the way home preston would look over to find celeste slowly slipping off to sleep but rocking awake at every bump. with a sigh he reached over and wrapped his arms around her, offering her a more comfortable place to doze off while they finished their ride home to the malnati. he didn’t speak, he just watched as her eyes closed and she was finally able to slip off to sleep.  @celestesiims

[prxst-n]

[text] just admit it... you missed me

[preston]: i admit nothing.

[preston]: but... if you would happen to come and watch a movie with me i wouldn’t mind it

[prxst-n]

❝ we’re not lost! ❞

“celeste.” preston said looking down at the blonde with a furrowed brow. “i have been following you around all morning and we are supposed to be coming up to a waterfall. does this rock with bird shit rolling down it look like a sight you will never forget? okay... maybe it is but it’s not what they meant in the pamphlet.”