the angelic illusion of remielle's silhouette stepped close without fear, hands loosely folded behind her back as though this meeting had been destined long before either of them came into existence.
" still looking at me like you’re waiting for the world to make sense. you always did hate unfinished stories. "
the performance flowed seamlessly, etching the realms of both reality and dreams. even the way she said his name sounded intimate, carrying the cadence of someone who knew him and someone he had left behind.
" but you don't have to worry this time around - you won't have to walk to the ending alone. "
remielle tilted her head slightly, letting the illusion settle deeper into his mind, guiding it and giving him every reason to surrender to it willingly.
" this will be a romantic story like none that has come before . . . don't you recognize me ? "
( remielle to caelus for shits and giggles i had to knspsks )
Floating, a strange but familiar feeling seizes him, the sensation itself an anomaly since Caelus swears he's been actively standing upon his own two feet the whole time. Somehow, that mysterious color of pink always served as the very nature of blessings in his case, doubly so when adorn by a woman. (Odd luck, he knows.) His facial muscles tense as that natural burgeoning of consciousness in the unfamiliar stirred him away from grogginess.
Wait, was that the right word to explain this phenomenon? Flowing thoughts that focused or floundered freely in his mind, this state of quasi-emptiness just leaving him receptive to whatever hell is going on. Stirred willpower would straighten him up, leaving him to face the vivacious few ahead as a seemingly cute soul remains ahead of him. "Mind readin'?" He impulsively asks, despite the truth settled in those words, it brings a bittersweet but warm nostalgic flow in his chest.
"Cause I've always been the biggest fan of stories ongoing, above all damn else." The resolution snaps away the weariness in his stone, and the new shade of awareness almost makes his heart jolt with a tinge of recognition. The Eternal Land. Her. Did their connection find a way to defy all reason with the Paths once again? Caelus' golden eyes burned with revitalized life as he'd swim through this scenic view, caring little of its dreamy states and is simply determined to reach.
Their last moments found themselves a mere thread beyond the Cosmic Funeral of the Erudition, rewritten with its utter denial. How the gentle foam of memory eroded away and coalesced into new mediums for a reunion, one where the glory of her back wouldn't have to be the sole thing witnessed. All of this burns into cautious hope.
Eridu's hidden angel would find herself assigned unearned affection for the moment, even as her gaze carefully steers into a position that gaze him a clear mirror of memory back to the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae.
So why is some alien part of him hesitating? An instinct, hard driven through the nature of choices doesn't allow the normal, Trailblaze focused form of a brazen leap. Hesitance frosts his gaze as one question echoes strong within his mind.
A certain indicator is lacking.
"--Where's your heartbeat?"
