#celio tag

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I am punished by love

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Writing Share Tag

Thank you to @orphanheirs for tagging me a while ago; I finally have something to show! A little bit of context: This is Finn's perspective, early on in the story when his relationship with Celio is still fairly new. Shire is Celio's horse who hates him vehemently (but loves Finn). (And yes, she is a Shire horse because Celio is very uncreative with naming things lol.)

I'll put the tag list at the top: @mapplesand @sidhewrites @spideronthesun !

Wind rustles the willow tree. Light seeps through the curtains, dandelion-colored and timid. Finn and Celio lay together, assigning bird calls to their owners, telling each other of lemon syllabub and shop windows. Moments like this are rare. Spare mornings left untouched by churchgoers or patients. When they do arrive, Finn always finds himself wrapping an arm around Celio's stomach, half-mumbling, half-begging for a peaceful moment together, while Celio insists otherwise. I have to stop by the market, he says. Or it will be exercise, cleaning, letters to respond to, even despite the sun being asleep. "A schedule does our health good." he claimed a moment ago, standing by the bed. "You act as if I subject you to torture…" "You torture me," Finn grumped. He outstretched a hand, lazily failing to catch Celio's shirt. "Men die from broken hearts, you know." "So you will be dead in my bed because I made breakfast," Celio's voice sparkled. "Yes. Tragically." "Then you can help me." Finn made a noise that spoke for itself. Celio sighed. "I'll bring it to you. You'll forgive me." He leaned over the mattress, combed through Finn's disheveled hair and placed a kiss over the mole on his cheek. Finn took the opportunity and snapped his arms around Celio's waist, tumbling him onto the bed, chests pressed together. While Celio tried prying his fingers off to no avail, Finn burrowed his face in his neck. "You were not as asleep as you were acting," Celio said. "You'll forgive me," Finn responded, muffled. Refusing was useless. Finn's head lays on his chest, now, no longer holding him captive. Celio's heart vocalizes under his ear like a lullaby. Men were cold to the touch more often. Bodies mute, dead on their side of the mattress. The closest to adoration Finn experienced was searing tea splashed on his front by a betrayed wife. He never held it over their heads. Being in his company was a sign of the times; he end of careers, families, happiness. It was never as airy as he'd fantasized, but with Celio's fingers traveling over his vertebrae, today, he hopes, near-prays it will be different. He holds his hand, and Celio's pulse misses a beat. At first, Finn thinks he must have imagined it, but it only races further, reminiscent of him forgetting to close the gate behind Shire. Did Celio not want to be touched? Perhaps forcing him to stay had truly upset him?— "I love you," Celio says. Oh. Finn adjusts to look at him. Celio focuses on the ceiling before finally returning the gaze. His eyes are porcelain, loving in the identical, anxious way of a teenaged boy's first kiss. Finn's heart pangs. He always looks at him like he's someone else. He treats Finn as someone who never failed. Who never committed unspeakable acts, who never wept, or panicked, or placed molding bread in front of his parents. He runs him baths, rubs knots out of his neck as if he never spat at him for saving his life—he never deserved that kindness. God, or whatever fickle thing set his future in front of the gallows, knows he didn't. Finn watches men die and has the audacity to be aghast, to need comfort from Celio for the same damn thing every day when he hangs his coat. It is as if Celio is so godly he cannot comprehend his human failure... It is practically manipulation to keep his intrigue alive, your lips pursed on the words: if you were anybody else, you wouldn't like me. Finn opens his mouth, this time, albeit for a moment. "I love you, too," he says. The phrase is too simple. It does not repay the debt he owes. Still, Celio's heartbeat quiets.

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Working on Celio's design rn has me wishing there were more shades of black... I'm sure he feels the same way

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It's awesome when I get to write Celio having a little crush on Finn because omg no way me too. Easiest task of my life.

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Even though it's an Attica song to a t, whenever Bubblegum Bitch comes up on shuffle I just picture Celio ruthless killing people to it because it's funnier. Plus if he knew I associate it with him he would be annoyed like, I'm sorry, what about me is "miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips"? I am not "miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips". Which just seals his fate further

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OC Interaction Tag

Thanks so much for the tag, @orphanheirs! I love the idea of an OC playdate <3

Orphanheirs' OC: Tristan is the youngest child of a fabulously wealthy country gentleman in England in the early 19th century. He is the spoiled brat you would expect. 12 years old at the time of the main plot, he's spent his childhood so far sequestered indoors due to chronic medical issues. He's intellectually precocious and knows a lot about a wide variety of academic subjects, but he's particularly passionate about the occult and fancies himself a black magician. He'd previously been obsessed with science, then got frustrated with the limitations it had in the time period and turned to magic. He also loves literature, art, music, and fashion. He's self-centered and arrogant and can be quite cruel. He tends to be duplicitous in the way he acts towards others vs his intentions, and insolent towards adults/authority figures. The lack of affection and socialization in his formative years has made him see others as objects, a means to an end. But he's also curious, creative, and fun loving. If he finds you fascinating or shares your interests, you might get genuine conversation from him- though he might act insufferably entitled to know everything about you/everything you know. He's extremely determined to get what he wants. He recently summoned a demon to help him run away from home, and now he's on his own. (Well..the demon is..still there..) Free at last! (Except for the..pact..) Tristan's a sickly pale and frail looking kid, with blue eyes and dark hair.

My OC: Celio has passionately been a priest for several years, a role that, in the Prodigal world, also bids you massive authority and wealth. Because of that, he has a complicated relationship with authority—unless you're a literal higher-up like a bishop, or someone he deeply cares for, he feels he has no reason to listen to anybody but himself or God. (His own interpretation of God, that is. And as the story goes on, God's guidance seems to conveniently align more and more with what he wants it to.) When he's in the public to give back to his community, he's able to be polite, patient, compassionate, and fair for the greater good, but behind closed doors, he loses control over himself, his severe anger issues, control issues, paranoia, and guilt spirals all on full display. He has a rigid way about him, always adhering to a schedule, which ties into his hardworking attitude—he could be bleeding out and still insist he's fine in favor of getting things done. In general, it's difficult for him to admit to any kind of vulnerabilities, so he doesn't have anyone he truly trusts and is close with. However, he does still enjoy being social and going to social gatherings, even if he doesn't have true friends. He's interested in fashion, which shows in his way of dress, and enjoys both painting and playing piano. He would love to talk to you about his favorite painters and plays :)

How they'd interact: I had to choose Celio as my OC because I think these two would be enemies in the funniest way possible. For one, they have fairly similar temperaments (arrogant, cruel, manipulative) and Celio has the exact lack of self-awareness to meet someone exactly like himself and go "wow, what a prick". They'd just get into fights constantly, and a big reason for that would be Celio's closed off nature. Whenever Tristan is asking about his family or friends or general personal life, he's going to be either giving some witty joke that "answers" it but doesn't actually disclose much, or openly shutting him down. Celio can be good with children when it's a part of his priestly duties, but otherwise, he doesn't have any particular method and kind of just talks to them the same he does to adults, which I think could be affirming of Tristan's intelligence. He's also well dressed with an interest in fashion and art, so there would be a conversation topic there, too, until he sees the whole...demon situation and drops all casualty. He really would not be focused on Tristan himself, and would just be trying to convince him into doing an exorcism and repenting for performing black magic, feeling fear for his future in the afterlife. I assume Tristan might want his help with the demon, but really dislike the whole doom and conversion mentality he has (don't blame him). Overall, I think whether either of them like it or not, though, Celio would eventually become a mentor figure with Tristan, where he tackles his spoiled nature and tries to teach him "the truth of the world" in his eyes: "stay soft, get eaten".

Aaaa I loved that sm, that was so fun! No pressure tagging: @nrivanwrites @finchmomentwrites @lavender-laney @transthadymacdermot and anyone else who'd like to join!

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followers asleep post finnlio mizumono

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i need prodigal to become a tv show SOLELY because i need to see edits of celio to the nails hair hips heels song in that preminger edit