Through Heaven's Eyes (Open)

She listened to Remi extremely half-heartedly. She knew he was trying to relate, but even if the deity had forced Remi’s intentions, he had been wearing a chain in the hands of the deity without any true contact. Cel had been touched for an extended amount of time and her impulse control was already lacking thanks to her race change. Gods, her race change. She revealed it to Remi in such a vulgar and hungry way… The only thing worse would have been if she had tried to feed off of him. Then, he asked about them. Of course he asked about them. How could she expect him not to? The mention of Archebold’s name felt like a burning sensation in her gut. Since arriving, Cel had felt so completely alone. In Northaven, he had such a wonderful habit of appearing whenever she needed him. After he sired her, she felt him in her mind constantly, a reassurance of his presence and a calmness that she couldn’t ignore if she tried. Now, there was nothing. She hadn’t seen him since Northaven, and she had nothing of him in her mind. Part of her was starting to believe that she wouldn’t see him again. ”Yes,” she said quietly. ”In Northaven a few days before coming here. I-“ -love him. She did. Desperately. Enough that she hadn’t yet accepted the possibility of spending eternity without him. But it didn’t matter. Whatever happened wasn’t within her control. ”He asked me one night to join him, and I said yes. And now we’re here in this desolate world out to harm us everywhere we turn…and I don’t have my magic.” She looked up at Remi, quickly averting her eyes again. Cel couldn’t bring herself to hold his eyes for long. Every time she looked at him, she saw what she was about to do. Of course it had been under the influence of that…thing…but she had summoned it. She had let herself fall under its spell. She couldn’t forgive herself of that. celosia Bride of Darkness