๐๐ฎฬ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ - ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐พ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ต๐ธ๐ผ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท
"Many have tried to best me. To conquer me. Yet not one has succeeded. Tell me. Will you be any different, Chรฉrie?~"
- #PKMNRP#NSFWRP -
@CaptianBeidou Excellent. Go ahead then my cute caged captain. Hump desperately against me like the dog you are. I can't wait to hear your adorable whimpers.~
"That's a nice melody... Is it a new one?"
She finally spoke once more, her voice had never sounded so deflated or defeated. Especially not in front of the other.
Usually Cรฉleste's voice alone demanded attention and reverence but right now... it was so very lifeless.
Her left hand combed through her hair, while her right wiped the tears away from her eyes. She cupped her cheek, and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.
Kourtney would continue humming her melody. It it helps her, maybe it'll help Celeste, if only a little bit.
Cรฉleste stepped towards the bed and slowly lied down, placing her head in Kourtney's lap. Her hair splayed out across the rockstars thighs and the bed beneath them.
Her violet eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. As if boring a hole through it. Said eyes were slightly misty.
She guided her equal into her room, closing the door behind her and closing the blinds. No one can see nor hear them.
Kourtney took a seat on her bed, leaving enough space for Cรฉleste to lay down.
"Come. . . Relax a bit and tell me when you're ready."
@CaptianBeidou Oh no no no. I'm not asking for her to give either to me. I'll simply wait my turn. After all you've inspired me captain. I may wish to take up the mantle when she eventually let's you free.~
"That... That would be perfect..."
Cรฉleste gingerly took Kourtney's hand, interlacing her fingers with her fellow champions. Before the pair began to move.
"Kourtney... Thank you..."
Hearing her voice, she'd step back slightly, giving the two enough room to walk elsewhere.
"Sure. Wherever you want to go. Is my room okay?"
She's never seen Cรฉleste so broken. So vulnerable. . .
What felt like hours passed before Cรฉleste stilled completely. An unusual quiet, calm filling the hallway the two stood in.
After a few more beats her voice echoed out. Quiet. Broken. Just barely audible enough for Kourtney to hear.
"Please... Can we... Find somewhere quiet?"
She just continues holding the woman, petting her back and humming a soothing melody.
Kourtney is still unsure on what may have happened, but that won't deter her from being there for Cรฉleste when she needs her most.
"I'm here. . . I'll listen when you're ready."
The slightly taller woman couldn't help herself as she began to cry openly. Even still she barely made a sound.
Trying desperately to hold together whatever scraps of her fragmenting image she could. After all a Vittore should never appear weak.
She's. . . crying?
"Hey. . . It's okay. . . Take a breath. You're alright. . ."
After a bit of reassurance, she would remain silent. Continually holding Cรฉleste in her arms until she was ready to speak to her.
Cรฉleste still didn't speak. Her form seemed small, diminutive, quiet. Instead she buried her face against the guitarist's shoulder.
A sound tearing out from the depths of her soul, and out through her barely parted lips. A sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob.
This was. . . uncharacteristic of Cรฉleste.
She was expecting a reaction from what Kourtney said to her, but for her to blatantly ignore it. . . She embraced her, running her fingers through her platinum hair.
"Everything. . . Okay?"