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Glass, for the word search game! c:
[Send me a word, I’ll find it in my wip and post the sentence it appears in!]
“They’requite sick, aren’t they, dear…” I only half heard her, my mind elsewhere.Sheila drew her hands away. I glanced up as she disappeared into the back room,returning after a few moments holding a small glass vial. She set the darkbrown bottle down on the countertop, the green ink on the label revealing it tobe some kind of medicinal ointment. “I figured you wouldn’t want the doctorgetting involved, what with all this secrecy. But I thought, maybe this could do something?” I squinted atthe fancy cursive as I lifted it closer, cocking an eyebrow as I refocused onthe lady.
I wonder who the medicine is for? And is that… green inked cursive…? Hmmm~
Thanks for the ask!
#find the word asks#oss#one siren's soul#siren's snippets#celestine's got silver sickness#whoops#also i love sheila#linariouswrites#Quill's answers
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It was quiet outside, only the ever dripping rain disturbed the silence. Dark clouds covered the moon and stars, making the lights from the chandeliers in the estate shine brighter, highlight the sculptures placed in the garden. The sculptures weren't exactly chaste. Their clothing appeared to be either translucent or exposing specific parts. The garden is called a place for lovers for a reason, or rather its affairs, birthed by the enthusiasm of the evening. But now it was quiet. Most guests left after the troubling events, not even waiting for the usual closing of the event by the beautiful baroness. She was the reason why many attended the event in the first place, to watch her lovely lips telling lovely words.
Enzio enjoyed the empty garden. During the event the mansion had no room that wasn't filled with frilly dresses, meaningless chattering or staged laughter in pitched voices, overturning the beautiful music. Merely the dances gave an opportunity to listen to the melodic tunes.
Even the garden had a small orchestra, however, aristocrats taking advantage of the many hidden places in the garden were rather disturbing.
The chirping of the numerous crickets, gentle rain and soft rustling of leaves were music to his ears in this very moment.
He sat in the richly decorated marble white pavillon, taking a deep breath of the cold air. It was better than the disguised wickedness of the masquerade.
It might have been a mistake to come here, he thought over and over again in this pleasant, yet gruesome loneliness. He did it for Célestin, however, he left in the blink of an eye after talking to the honourable Baroness in order to take a 'present' for his excellent performances. Enzio was aware what most presents of the baroness consisted of. A pretty maiden and fair damoiseau.
Célestin told Enzio to enjoy himself, get to know some people or take a walk through the garden. As it turned out none of those things were a pleasant experience and felt bittersweet. Poor Gwen was shoved to dance with a stranger, who seemed to be intimidating. Although he was oddly charming and rather elegant. Enzio was a bit envious of her, but he also knew he would have been to nervous to actually start a reasonable conversation.
He went with Amalia eventually, equally lost and left with her accompany to a calling of the spirits. Rebecca appeared even more frightening to him now and the incident was a horrible turn of events.
What upset him, however, was nothing of that, but, being left alone by Célestin. Was it really so naive to think he could have just a minute with him alone? He was charming, handsome and more than a gifted actor. Thinking he would settle for a poor mediocre singer, was too much of a fantasy to be true.
Enzio leaned back on the hard seat, rubbing his temples. Just as he wanted to leave, he heard a melodic voice calling him. A voice he never ceased to adore listening.
"I was looking for you through the whole estate. You can't even imagine what a maze this building is", Célestin said, coughing and catching his breath, while trying to hold his posture. "I didn't expect you to be in such a...", he stopped, looking for the right word, "extravagant place".
"I needed some fresh air and the garden seemed like a good place for that. Also there doesn't seem to be anyone around", Enzio explained.
Célestin raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms while leaning against a column.
"By God! It's not what you think", Enzio's face turned flushing red.
"Well, I thought someone might have come to your attention. I saw many handsome faces, looking for a delightful gentleman such as you are, mon beau".
Enzio felt like his face got even redder and he quickly turned his face around. Maybe a bit too quickly.
"It's no reason to be embarassed about", Célestin chuckled. "You should attend balls more frequently. You would be surrounded by countless admirers. Especially once you show them you excellent compositions and beautiful singing. Poets find love easily in those times, I heard".
"If that's what you say".
"It is. Tell me, was there someone you fancied? Did you ask for a dance? I'm curious".
Célestin took a seat next to Enzio. Quite close to him. Too close . For a moment their gaze met. Now it was impossible to hide his blushing face. He let his gaze shift, not knowing where to rest his eyes. Not on Célestin's face, not on his eyes and certainly not on his low-cut masquerade garment.
There was someone he fancied and wanted to ask for a dance within the field of luxurious gowns and classical melodies. He wanted to say it, but it just wouldn't come out of his mouth. How hard could it be to say just one little word? Just to say 'You'. Why wouldn't he be able to speak it out loud in Célestin's presence?
"There was a charming gentleman, however he was occupied with someone else", he admitted.
"What a shame. The dances are quite amusing. They were one of the reasons why I brought you here, mon chéri", Célestin explained.
"Was it?", Enzio looked up. He was hoping for another reason.
"You always seemed to enjoy hearing me talk about all the masquerades and dances I've attended. So I wanted you to experience and enjoy one of them".
'That's because I was able to listen to your voice and be with you', he thought.
Celestin sighed. "But as it seems it got out of hand this time. I apologize for such a disastrous disappointment. I suppose your first experience has been ruined".
He stood up and bowed before Enzio, holding his hand out before him.
"It is but a humble offering in comparison to the outstanding dances during the masquerade, however, may I ask for this dance, mon amour?"
Enzio's heart began pounding faster. It felt like it would escape his chest.
The rain stopped like a wink of destiny.
"With pleasure", he said, trying to sound calm, but on the inside he warned scream full of joy. His excitement drowned every sound of the night, the chirping crickets and rustling leaves.
He took Célestin's hand. They were cold like ice in the deepest winter, yet soft like feathers, caressing one's skin. He led Enzio in front of the marble white pavillon under the night sky filled with shining stars and the silver moon. But there was something missing. No music was playing, only the sounds of the night surrounded them.
"The absence of music shall not be of our concern. The melodies will develop in your head while we dance. Simply follow my lead", Célestin said like he was reading Enzio's mind. He smiled, "Trust me".
The doubts Enzio had vanished, replaced with trust. He would have believed everything this man said.
"I believe you", he answered with a smile.
Célestin placed his hand on Enzio's back, his hand on his shoulder and their free hands connected again. And again he felt this comfortable cold.
Célestin's grip was confident, yet light, like he was holding something precious, afraid of breaking it.
Célestin guided Enzio. There was no insecurity, eventhough he hasn't danced in a long time and his exquisite partner certainly is more experienced. Every step he followed, brought music to his ears. The melodies of a orchestra unfolded while their bodies were close to each other, calming his pounding heart and let him get lost in the moment. A violin accompanied a step to the front, a piano played to a swift turn. Other instruments joined to their movements. He imagined Célestin hearing the same music. Their movements were in perfect sync. The dance was with no mistaken step or unfortunate turn. Célestin's lead was like he foresaw each motion, be it so small. No matter what direction, move or turn he took, Enzio took them with him. A feeling of familiarity rose in him, almost like it was never any other way and he knew him his whole life.
His gaze didn't cease to stay on Célestin's pale blue eyes, realizing how beautiful they were. Not even for a second. He felt like in a dream, he wanted to stay in for eternity. Afraid of even blinking, in fear of losing this moment when he opens his eyes again.
Their feet glided over the ground, bodies united in an embrace and their eyes captured in the moment, seen only by the moon and her countless children.
And then the dance and music stopped. Their embrace and meeting gaze remaining. Célestin leaned in closer, lips finding each other. His hands loosened, moving to Enzio's hair, crading through his curls. Célestin's lips were soft and silken even. Enzio felt a cold breath against his warm skin. The warmth blossoming from the kiss in his chest, the flowery scent of perfume and the fingertips caressing his face and combing through his hair.
Their eyes met for a short passage of time, which was for him an eternity, departed from whom he loved.
His hands wandered to Célestin's back, holding him tight and returning the kiss. This time longer than the first one and not afraid of losing Célestin when he closed his eyes.
"You are an excellent kisser, mon amour", Célestin said in a soft voice.
"So are you", Enzio grinned.
There was a pleasant silence between them, standing close together.
"We should return to the others. I'm certain my dear sister is already sick with concern", Célestin exaggerated in a playful tone, making Enzio chuckle.
"And I don't want to miss our carriage. Otherwise we are obliged to sleep in this cursed estate or walk through the woods. I heard there are wolfs always in need of a meal", he added.
"I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the night with you alone. Be it in the estate or the woods. There must be some guns lying around from duels", Enzio replied.
"I like your way of thinking. It's quite practical. But I prefer a warm room in a hotel over an estate in which someone got murdered or the cold woods."
Suddenly he remembered the room from earlier. The Célestin went in.
'This is wrong', the thought echoed in his mind.
"There is something I need to ask you", Enzio said.
"If you want to make a proposal to marry me, I need to disappoint you. I don't intend to marry for a few more years", Célestin joked.
"No, that's not it. In a way yes, but no", he stumbled over his words, taking a deep breath. "No, what I want to ask you is another matter. I saw you today with those two others, going into a room and leaving me behind on a masquerade you invited me on."
"It was nothing serious, if that is what you are implying. It was a 'present' from the Baroness. It would be considered a disgrace to not take it."
"And what is with all the others before?"
"You know how it is. They want to spend their time feeling special, sharing enjoyment with someone else and I'm glad to share those moments with them". Célestin waved it off.
"That is my point. I'm wondering, if I'm merely that. A pastime", he declared.
What would have been a comfortable silence a few minutes ago changed to an ugly pause.
Enzio's gaze wandered aimless, having no point to focus on. Célestin stared at him, not knowing what to say. He wondered what his sister would have said. She would probably have laughed about him. He, who always knew the right things to say.
"I love you", Enzio confessed, "And I don't want this to be just a pastime, but something serious. If I am just that, then say it now."
He felt cold soft fingertips under his chin, lifting it up gently. He looked into Célestin's pale eyes. His pale beautiful eyes, that felt like a warm smile with a shadow of sorrow.
"You are not", Célestin whispered, "I love you too. You are important to me. More important than anyone else, mon amoureux. I promise I won't disappoint you".
Enzio heard how Célestin talked to others he claimed to love. Even Carmilla warned of her own brother and of his habit. How could he be so naive to believe he was different?
"I know what others said. You say that to everyone, isn't it so?", Enzio stated.
Before Célestin could reply, he got interrupted. "I need to sleep over it. Please excuse me."
He turned around without another word, leaving Célestin behind. He wanted to grasp Enzio's shoulder, tell him his reason, tell him that he does love him like no one else. But he didn't. He didn't tell him to wait, he didn't follow. He merely stood there, looking after him. It was so much easier to play those parts on stage. So why was it now so hard when it counts?
A dull pain spread in his chest like a virus. A sense of pain he didn't experience before. The anguish of rejection was a bitter pill to swallow.
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