Return Home || Garrett&Celine
Celine, as mortals knew her, stepped from Ambrose’s home when she was notified of the drivers arrival, combat boots heavy on the ground as she descended the steps of the home towards the dark car. The boots did not match the sleek dress she wore by any means, they were chunky and made her steps heavy while the sleek stretch cotton of her dress left little to the imagination. “I hope you have a privacy guard, I’m going to be changing in the back,” Celine stated, eyes passing over that days driver with little interest until they hit the car door she waited for him to open and realised his face was one she knew. It stopped her from prematurely unzipping the dress and instead her hands remained at her sides, eyes seeking his face again. “Charon?”
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