#p:celeste

[a-theabrams]

ARTIE 📱CELESTE

ARTIE: So...I'll probably go to Bank tomorrow

[cptdubois]

A Thing of Empathy | Céleste & Herbert

@madamevaillancourt

“And she said her name was Valérie?” Herbert pried, his head inclined and his tone inquisitive as he was led down the stairs to their gates to receive an unexpected guest, who apparently made a scene solely by showing up at their gates. His men concluded that it would be best if the captain himself would answer to her, and Herbert knew. With the absence of both his officers, only he was fully aware of the circumstance at hand. Herbert approached the young girl, who looked to be no older than ten, and knelt down before her, flashing a gentle expression and asked in a soft tone. “Are you here for lieutenant Hasekura? Hasekura Valentin?” He canted his head, managing a mellow smile. The girl remained unresponsive, meek in the presence of the captain of the Red Guard, her hands fidgeting as she peered around the garrison.

“I’m very sorry, Valérie, but the Valentin you may be looking for is not here today, and I don’t know when he will be back.” He told her, his voice edged with sympathy and partial concern as he awaited her response. However befuddling, he was at least relieved that no harm has come to her yet, by whichever means she found herself by his garrison. While the girl was not by any means cooperative until Herbert got her to finally talk after giving her some fresh fruits, the only information he got from her was that instead of her seeking out his lieutenant, she found her way to his garrison by herself after secretly trailing behind the man in question, getting lost in the process.

Herbert sighed, and took it upon himself to escort her back to where she would belong, though Valérie didn’t seem to be quite familiar with the Madame Vaillancourt, something which troubled him.

With promises of treats, the pair dropped by Les Halles before making way to the École pour filles. While Herbert still attempting to considerately prod her for more information, only for the child to whimsically dismiss him, constantly eager to wander off on her own. The expedition proved to be demanding, but at last they made it safely to the front door of Madame Vaillancourt’s sanctuary.

Without another moment to waste, and would quickly want to see the deed through, Herbert walked up to the front door and gave it a polite knock, while holding firmly onto the young girl’s hand.

[a-theabrams]

artie  📲  celeste

ARTIE: Not going to lie...I thought we could go back to be just friends

ARTIE: But I mean...wow

[the--helen]

❝…daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)❞

Status: Closed Where: The Vault With: @celeste-carlisle

The night had started rather lovely. She had gone out before sunset to buy food for herself and coffee for both, even if Alexander didn’t quite enjoy the drink he liked to keep her company when she drank it. They had taken a shower together where he had taken a few deep sips from her, carrying her back to their bed and letting her snuggle in him like a delirious child for a while before getting up and giving her a box with a bow. She had been very happy to open it and find a beautiful dress in it in a new color. He did like to dress her in beautiful clothes and sometimes take her out for short walks or for them to just sit and talk while looking as if they were ready for a wedding.

Despite being dizzy, Helen couldn’t contain her smile as they had walked outside, falling into a synchronized step and her hand wrapped in his. She had been walking around by herself quite a bit but with him having left a few times and her inability to hold a proper conversation for too long, it had been lonely. So she was extremely giddy - being able to go out with him. Her hair fell around her shoulders, covering all the old and new dots on her neck, she wore the dress which hugged her in a beautiful way and her lips sparked with lipgloss she had found in the boxes she had unpacked.

When they arrived at their destination her eyes were wide and she quite enjoyed the interior. Alexander led her to the bar and asked her to stay there, advising that he would need to be off for a while and do business. She nodded, as usual no objection and sat as he left her alone at the bar, tapping her short nails on the surface and waiting for a drink to come. She had had a few glasses of wine here and there the past month with his mood being better than ever and buying more things for their home, including delicious drinks. 

It seemed like an eternity had passed or perhaps just time was moving slow for her, the drink disappearing in front of her, her mind growing even foggier than after the shower, her fingers tapping nervously on the bar, observing people dance with a faint smile on her lips. She couldn’t track the time as she had left her old-fashioned phone at home, the music was slowly growing into one long melody with a jumble of sounds and words accompanying it. She tried to recognize some faces of people she had observed around the city but had no luck and so once again, her mood switched. She was left alone again and she wished that Alexander would just come back and take her home. 

A woman that Helen had noticed moving around the club was close to her now and the girl couldn’t help but try to listen in on the conversation if only to help her pass the time. Her chin was in her palm and her elbow on the bar, she didn’t realize was leaning in enough to tip over her drink all over, a burning blush marring her skin in seconds. An apology tot he bartender as she was pulling napkins with shaky hands to soak in the colorful liquid the blonde prayed that the woman hadn’t noticed what had caused the commotion. “I’m very sorry, I do hope I didn’t get anything on anyone,” she spoke to no one in particular. 

[unlessevilturnsyouon]

Tired of being cooped up in his room at the frat house, Alex ventured to the hospital for the first time in nearly a week to see what sort of trouble he could get himself into. Seeking out someone to bug, his eyes soon landed on the perky blonde going over a chart at the nurses station. "Hey Celery, whatsup?" He said with a pompous smirk, hands stuffed in his lab coat pockets as he surveyed the floor in an I-know-I'm-not-supposed-to-be-here-but-I-don't-really-care way.

[paging-plastics]

Shoppin' With The Goose || Thalia & Celeste

Thalia bit her bottom lip in concentration, her brow furrowed as she attempted to transfer a clear liquid from a large, glass apparatus into a smaller, plastic one.  The mouth of the bottle was small in circumference that the Erlenmeyer flasks she had become accustomed to using in her undergrad, but she was determined to make it work.  A surgeon was nothing without dexterity, without supreme control of her phalanges and fine motor skills.  When the stream of liquid strayed too far from the center of the bottle’s mouth, she adjusted her aim, flicking her wrist upwards ever so slightly in order to slow the stream being expelled from the source.  It didn’t take long for the liquid transfer to be successful, and Thalia released the lip she had chewed raw and smiled in satisfaction.

 Cocking her head to the side, Thalia examined the Poland Springs bottle that she had just filled with vodka, and briefly wondered if an entire bottle was a little excessive for clandestine drinking during a shopping excursion.  Her worry soon passed, and she shrugged it off, capping the bottle and stuffing it in her purse.  The surgeon pulled her phone out of her back pocket and rummaged through her contact, stopping on Celeste’s information.  With a few thumb swipes, she’d managed to type out the message: Leaving my apartment now. Meet you at the mall in 15? Confident in Celeste’s punctuality, Thalia glided out the door and to her car.

 When she arrived at the mall, she pulled into a parking space and killed the engine, reaching into her purse and pulling out her Poland Springs bottle.  Twisting the cap off, she took a short pull and hastily swallowed.  It was 5 o’clock somewhere, and all residents were functional alcoholics on their days off, right?  Shoving the bottle back into her purse, she got out of the car and made her way to the benches outside of the shopping area, keeping her eyes trained on the parking lot while she waiting for her friend.  Were they friends?  They were certainly getting there, and day drinking was the best way to assess a person’s friendship potential – or something like that.