SELENE, lucien castle

♛(28) introspection

ʻ I think we're like fire and water
I think we're like the wind and sea
You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down
You're up, I'm down. ʼ

[ Brooklyn Baby
→Lana Del Rey ]

*tw : talks of rape, trauma, guilt, self doubt*

"HE TOLD me that he loves her."

Miss. Thompson stared at her with inspecting eyes from over her cat-eyed spectacles, scribbling down her words into the little journal she always had with her during Cerelia's therapy sessions.

"He said that upfront?" She asked, looking at her curiously.

"Um, not exactly." Cerelia pushed a strand of hair behind her ear awkwardly. "I asked him if he still loves her and he said 'I don't know'."

Miss. Thompson nodded at her words. "Aurora, wasn't her name?"

"Yes." She sighed. "He had loved her for a thousand years."

"I know everything that happened in the past few days is a lot to process. Your good Christmas with him, then the thing with Elijah, how he reacted to him and then finally Aurora." She listed it all out, sighing by the end of it. "How do you feel? Except all the anger and sadness."

"I. . . I mean it's hard to describe. It's loads of different emotions piling up in me. But I just can't help but think that. . . he hates me."

"What particularly made you think that?"

"I mean. . . I guess he still blames me." Cerelia shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

"For him getting caught by the Council?"

"No." She shook her head, frowning to herself. "For the night of the ball and all that followed."

"When was that night?"

"Years back. When he was still staying at the manor. But he was helping me, not that I knew at that time, he compelled off those memories."

Miss. Thompson nodded at her slowly, again scribbling something down in her journal. "So, what happened that night that makes you think he hates you."

"He lost something precious to him, because he chose to help me."

"Can you describe that night to me?"

Cerelia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, licking her lips nervously. "I was very happy that day, the whole month in fact. The Duke and his son had to go overseas for some urgent work and were not to return for another three months, so yes, I was overjoyed. That night, the rich merchant from across the block was throwing a ball party for his son's reception. Of course I was not invited, being a servant and all. But Lucien was."