[ 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑴 ]
'* . ° " i waited for hundreds
of years, only to feel
unsatisfied of this
love we force to feel. " ° . *'
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 celeste waited for th...
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M I S S E D vii. | ' papa ' ____________
CELESTE GRADUATED FROM Scholomance, being a promising student. She never got to study Dominium Ventusilva, though the Headmistress believe that she is a powerful witch and very able to do more, she excelled in Herbology and Potions and rather with Healing and Protective Spells.
The Professors believe that her darkness within is not evil, it is a powerful force inside her that will keep her living. She was not evil, Headmistress Aurora Clockwork knew she is a Lady. Not a weapon to create... rather one who will live long and meaningful.
She will use her knowledge to play the dark and help the good. That was what they told Celeste and she couldn't help but smile for that.
Scholomance is not at all dark... she told herself, it is what a school has to be, an institution that lets their students learn what will help them to grow. That will let them control themselves and remind them of their limit in rights.
Only two out of nine of them graduated. The other one with her, died months after leaving the school. And she lasted ten years inside its walls, growing into an independent lady that lives not to survive, but lives for herself. Far from her parents teaching... to live for the next generation of their bloodline. She still hated the ideology and traditions, but she was out of it anyway... no pressure now.
NOW SHE IS CELESTE, in Nicolas' kitchen. Cooking their breakfast up, without him knowing that she's back, of course. She arrived early in the morning and checked on him first, she really missed him. Almost cackling when she saw how peaceful he looked.
She moved swiftly in the kitchen; making tea, frying eggs, bacon, and toasting bread. A breakfast for two and cooked without magic is what makes the tummy full. As she strutted to the breakfast table and laid two plates on it, she couldn't help but to feel her chest clench in guilt.
She left him for ten years, leaving only a letter and a made breakfast when he would wake up the next morning without her. She inhaled deeply with the tightness of her heart, how dare she come back now?
The breakfast table faced the small garden on the back of their flat. The small botanic area is surrounded by walls of other apartment flats, but she didn't care... they magically set up wards which ensures that there would be fresh air in the little getaway garden they set up before.
Waving her hand, she enchanted a spell that makes the food and tea warm until Nicolas wakes up and comes down.
When the grandfather clock rang it's bells, she knew that it is already six in the morning.
With excitement and longing, she saw a ray of sunshine coming down directly to the breakfast table, her lips curled into a smile. Oh how she missed the sun, without it for ten years made her feel anemic-but also look like it.
But she was sucked out of her daydream when she heard a very audible gasp behind her. Turning away from the window, she faced her back. Mouth's wide open like his eyes, and body frozen in her sight.
Nicolas. Her friend. Her number one pillar. Her brother. Her father.
Celeste flashed him her most genuine smile, however she felt nervous and her stomach churned for it. The tea in her hand was her only savior to not be tackled to the ground by Nic.
"Papa... how have you been?" Using her French accent to him as she knew it made him feel loved because he understood it more with the accent he was used to.
Nicolas, instead of smiling to her, broke out into tears. Her eyes widened in worry as she lowered the cup to the table and sprinted to envelope him into a big bear hug.
He hugged back and rested his head to the croak of her neck, he started wailing and sniffing. And it made her feel more guilty, she had hurt him for her departure.
"I'm too sleepee zu be angry at you, Mon cheré," his voice was low and breaking.
"I'm sorry for leaving, Papa. I couldn't send letters... they forbade it."
Nicolas stood up properly with sad eyes, facing each other properly, she saw a tear running down so she held up her hand to his cheeks to dry them out.
With a tight-lipped smile, he cupped her cheeks, "But did you write?"
Nodding, she then buried her face to her chest once again. Savoring the feeling of being within in his arms, she had long years without him. She couldn't feel being away any longer.
Later that day, Celeste gave Nicolas the box where she compiled all the letters she wrote for him.
He didn't open and read it right away, but he did as they both retire to their rooms. Nicolas cried himself to sleep that night, it broke his heart to read her words especially those times where she badly needed help. When she needed him.
NICOLAS DECIDED THAT both of them needed a little getaway. A short trip to the Caribbean, maybe a swim in the water to cool off.
And since Celeste admits that she do need a break, she just couldn't agree more.
They both realized they didn't have any swimwear at all, nor proper dress for a hot weather. Sitting in the couch, they felt awkward together as they crunch their nose in sync.
"Papa, I do think that there will be stationed shops by the beach for us to buy from... yeah?"
"I suppose eet's only logical. We shall pack what we have and need."
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