Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change

💠Chapter 16: Busy day💠

The sun rose warm that morning over the sanctuary of the Neon City. Slow but bright bringing with it the dew of the grass and first morning chill. Birds chirping every so often from the trees around the Chateau, a wake up call that was either pleasant or annoying based on where you stood when it came to the "it's Monday" type of feeling. Only amplified by the nice weather shinning it's comfortably lazy light through the windows of many a room like a slow rousing calm after the excitement of a holiday. The cool down day before people would get back into the swing of things. Or, for the Order of Kismet, the reminder that their break was over and it was time to face another day. Many a member collectively groaning, including a certain axe wielder who grumbled about it being too early for "this crap" as he turned over, and then was made to get up thanks to his phone going off with a message from his superior. He was on kitchen duty. Great.

As the sunshine peaked through the closed curtains of their shared bedroom, the wind gifted mint haired woman found herself stirring awake beneath the weight of the puffy floral print covers. Her eyes opening to see the usual, but always welcomed sight of the brunette elf woman beside her. Short curls around her head allowing her ears to poke out of the Bob haircut, a little bit heavier than the trainer and dressed in her long lacy pattern nightgown with the strap sleeves as she sat up with her back against the pillows working on a crossstitch project she was sewing in her lap. Square black framed glasses with those tiny images of white flowers on the ends sitting on her cute round face as a cover for her big kind eyes that reminded her of a baby dear with how dark the coloring was. Sunlight almost acting like a spotlight of glory, something to highlight her from the heavens as the little dust particles floated in it giving Christine a serene moment of her own paradise. Heart warming her chest causing a lazy soft smile to spread across her own face. Not caring that she had dried drool from her rest still on her face and by extension her pillow as she enjoyed the image. And then as she hadn't yet noticed that she was awake, "Good morning, beautiful." taking the chance to speak first and give her a mild surprise.

An obviously unexpecteding but appreciative laugh and smile in return to the sleepy compliment. Putting down her project of what looked like a cartoon cat's face for just a second to return the words, "Good morning." and give her a slight disbelieving glance. Finding the green mess of a bedhead somehow charming. This was Rosalina, or Rosa as she was normally called. Who, believe it or not, was Christine's fiance. They'd been together for two years before they'd gotten engaged, a slow burn from each having their own things to sort through at the time, but one that they'd stuck with. Christine acting as a more firm pillar when Rosa kept having nightmares and flashes of memory that conflicted with her role here she'd grown comfortable with. Attached to. There to hold her hand while she sorted through it, even after they eventually stopped. And Rosa was there when they incident happened, not letting her close herself off from everyone.
Christine didn't care that she was an elf or what she might have done before being reborn. And Rosa wasn't bothered by the milky looking paleness of her often covered eye, or the strange wrinkle like tarring style burnt skin that sat around it from the eyebrow to the cheekbone and almost climbed the side of her nose.

Eventually falling together more firmly, and throughout time slipping into that calmer stage of a relationship where it feels strong and a part of every day life you don't think about but would be devastated to lose. They do their job, they talk, they go to bed. They help if the other needs it, they offer little things like making the other something to eat if they're getting something, they share stuff they heard or saw and even repeat conversations now and again. It was a comfortable rhyme they'd fallen into with sparks of passion when it could catch itself. Elijah kept them busy, but they found time, like yesterday, just for them. Christine was an ornery woman with a sailor's mouth, Rosa was more friendly and sweet, but somehow it worked out. Something that confused a few people as much as the fact Sato was part of the Council. And yes, Rosa was the one who proposed.