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"Same. Uranis is — well, it's the opposite of this place, really."

Pausing, Celeste let himself think. It was a nice sentiment — he’d heard rumors of Neptune, and he’d always assumed that the ideal of unsuccessful musings were — well, ostrized. However, Tasio seemed more than polite — supportive.

But, with what Celeste knew of Tasio, he may just be the exception to the ideal.

"That’s — thank you. You’re really great, Tasio. I mean — I assumed that before, but you’re exceeding my expectations. You’re — I don’t know. You’re just really wonderful."

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"Oh, thank-you. I'm not sure what I did to have a compliment though, it's only the truth." Gazing out into the field he watched the way that the wind blew the petals of some sunflowers in the distance. He adored sunflowers — such a happy flower. He looked over at Celeste, squinting as the sun went in his eyes. "You're wonderful too though, you have been nothing but nice to me. Not to mention that you read my books, the the greatest compliment in the world. Have you ever wanted to write a book?"

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Celeste didn’t like the Earth’s surface. 

Between the various amount of absolutely horrifying animals, and the — well, it was just the animals, wasn’t it? Even in the daytime, he was highly skeptical of his surroundings, only searching the surface to try to find his twin brother.

However, when he saw Tasio, he paused. Trying to ignore his variety of nerves, he easily sat beside the other, trying to keep his smile genuine, and not entirely bashful.

"—————It’s really beautiful, isn’t it? Sometimes I wish I was an artist — this all would probably be more inspiring. I — I’m glad your writing benefits from it."

[tasioscipio-blog]

Feeling a presence next to him he opened his eyes to look over. Sat next to him was Celeste. Smiling sweetly at the boy he took the flower out of his top pocket and offered it to him. He did think that the flower was the prettiest thing he had seen all day, but then Celeste came along and it became an unfair competition.

"Yes, breathtakingly so. I've never been around so much of something that is so real. It's quite overwhelming, but a good overwhelming. One I can't get enough of. Celeste, creativity has no limits. You are creative too, you just have't found your muse yet — you will in time."

[tasioscipio-blog]

"Some of these fields of flowers are absolutely beautiful. They're going to make wonderful settings for a new book." Picking up a yellow daffodil he bought it up to his nose. It smelt sweet and fresh. Much better than anything he had ever smelt at home. Everything was so vibrant and real. Placing the flower in his top pocket on his blazer he closed his eyes and looked up to the sun letting the cool breeze run through his hair.

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"Yeah, cute usually comes with a price here—"

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"I'll make sure I make a note of it, don't want to cause myself any trouble. It's nice to meet you, I'm Tasio."

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"Earth is prettier than expected — although those little kittens are a definite pain in the neck no matter how cute they are."

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MOODBOARD — TASIO SCIPIO

[its-bernie-bitch]

Bernie grinned, “I would’a read it! My momma and me didn’t have enough money for a robot, and she was too sick to do much while I was growin’ up. But I would’ve looked at the pictures at least, maybe not so much the words…” 

[tasioscipio-blog]

"I'm sorry to hear about your mother. So, do you not know how to read or write? That's perfectly fine if you don't. Everybody learns things at different stages in their life's. I mean, I still don't know how to swim. The water terrifies me."

[celestemercier-blog]

"—Oh, no. Most of us are? There’s about forty of us running around, actually. I — don’t think I’m supposed to do that? I want to — but, there’s certain things that I can’t explain to you, and things I think you need to experience yourself. We’re on something of an underground base, though, so the chance of injury is relatively slim?”

"———Uh, I guess I imagined you to be less — I don’t know? Less likely to talk to someone like me, I suppose. Unapproachable, I guess — and, uh — I mean, not uncommonly? I didn’t — it wasn’t really fantasizing. It was more —— wow, I don’t know what to say.”

[tasioscipio-blog]

"Wow — there's loads of us.That's perfectly fine I'm sure I will experience everything soon enough. Oh, okay. So we're underground? That's cool I suppose. Guessing there's no natural light which makes me feel slightly uncomfortable but I had just a slight feeling that this wasn't a trip for comfort."

"Well, I'm not entirely sure what you mean by someone like you as from what I have witnessed someone like you is lovely and I enjoy speaking to you. I suppose you could have thought I would have been like that — being in the public eye. Most authors are pompous twats and I don't actually get on with a lot of authors. Guess there are only handful of us who actually are human beings and not money filled shells. Celeste, there's no need to explain yourself to me if you don't want to. It's perfectly fine."

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Tasio pushed his way through some brambles — thorns poking him making him wince. There wasn't much to this planet except from wilderness and derelict houses. How could anyone live here? Reaching the other side he made his way towards an upturned log. Throwing his bag pack on the ground he sat on the log  — slowly wobbling before gaining his balance and sitting up straight. Pulling out his notepad and pen he rested it upon his lap and looked at a the scenery in-front of him. It defiantly wasn't the most beautiful but it had a sad sort of charm. Setting his sights on one particular tree, he began sketching.

[its-bernie-bitch]

Bernie felt like his jaw must’ve dropped to the ground. He scrambled to collect his thoughts while still wondering how anyone could read, let alone write six hundred pages of writing. “Do any of your books have pictures? Or is it all words?” 

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"Some of my books do have pictures, yes. I have wrote a children’s book actually that is mostly pictures. It was to help children learn how to read and write. Not many people bought it though, they didn’t really understand why I did it and just used robots to help their children. Kind of sucks, really."

[celestemercier-blog]

Careful taking the other’s book, he beamed — not only had he been somewhat stressed that he’d miss the release of this particular novel, but he’d read through the readings he’d brought over and over — there was only so much you could do with so many books.

"—Oh! You’re part of Starbound too? — Or, at least I hope so? Because now I’ve blurted that out, and I don’t think I’m supposed to — uh, so yeah. I’m sure I have way too many questions to ask you, but I’m still a bit in shock? You’re — you’re just very sweet. I’ve been reading your books for years, and it sounds pathetic, but — well, I just imagined you differently. Not — not in a better way, or anything. I —like this. ———You. I like this you? Uh, I think I’ve misspoken, again.”

[tasioscipio-blog]

He smiled politely when Celeste took the book. Tasio was sure that these were ones that he had signed and were supposed to go out to shops but oh well — he was sure that Celeste would have more enjoyment out of it then anyone else ever would. He had never met anyone so amazed to have seen him as this boy had. "Did you just say Starbound? I'm not the only one here from whatever that is? Thank Neptune. Could you maybe tell me a little about it please so when I finally get there I'm not wandering around and possibly getting myself killed? I imagine I'm going to be here for a while so take as long as you need asking me all the questions you have  — I'm not going anywhere. For years? Thanks an honour, really. How did you imagine me to be? Please do tell me I'm awfully intrigued knowing you have thought of me in a personal way to have thought of me different. How many times have you fantasised about me — hm?"

[its-bernie-bitch]

Bernie canted his head to the side in an inquisitive manner as he turned to inspect the stranger. “You write books?” Bernie couldn’t even read them, let alone think about writing them. He crossed his arms over his chest somewhat skeptically. “Is it hard? How big are the books? Do a lotta’ people read em’?” 

[tasioscipio-blog]

"I do indeed write books. I write books directed at my age group about a range of topics. I have done a few non-fiction books but in general stay in the fiction side of things. Most of my books are between five hundred to around six hundred pages and take me about a year to write. Lots of people do read the that's why I'm motivated to write more and more."

[celestemercier-blog]

Not only was it absolutely horrifying to have your celebrity crush speak of you in such high regards, but Celeste was aware of how deep his cheeks would turn at every compliment; he kept his smile small, and attempted to look downward — he didn’t need his idol to see him so hopelessly flustered.

"—That’s —— wow. I’m — here with a group of friends. It wasn’t my choice. I could — uh. Do you mind if I — asked why you’re here? I’d think — uh? I’m sorry, I’m usually not this nervous.”

[tasioscipio-blog]

Taking one arm out of his backpack strap he pulled it round to his front and opened the small zip at the top. Pulling out a copy of Mannequin he held it out for Celeste to take. He had bought two with him in the hopes of finding somebody who enjoyed his books — it was an advantage that the somebody was a cute blushing boy.  "I'm here alone; got a letter and now I'm here. Although I went one way and my luggage went the other. I imagine that went to base — wherever that is. Ask me as many questions as you want, I don't mind. I quite like talking to you. Your rosy cheeks are ever so cute."

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TASIO SCIPIO’S NEW BOOK ‘MANNEQUIN’ IS DUE TO RELEASE ON THE 25TH OF JANUARY. PRE-ORDER TO GET A SIGNED COPY NOW FROM ANY INDEPENDENT BOOK-STORE (SUBJECT TO AVAILABILITY).

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Nick Santino // Have A Little Faith In Me

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"——Hi. I’m — Celeste. You’re — wow, I’m sorry. I’m making a fool out of myself. You’re just — you’re absolutely wonderful. Your — novels, that is. And, the rest of you. ———Ha.”

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"Hello, Celeste. That's a lovely name, it flows beautifully. I actually need a new name for a male character in my new book; that would be perfect. I imagined the character to kind of look like you too — pretty. That is wonderful for you to say so, thank-you. Could I maybe ask why someone as sweet as yourself is out here in this wasteland? You look much too elegant to be here."

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"———————-Oh. I was — uh. You’re——?”

[tasioscipio-blog]

"Pleasure to meet you  — I'm Tasio Scipio."