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Celeste wanted to believe him, wanted to lean into the hand in her hair. "How can I trust you?" She whispered, pulling away and standing, walking away. She kept her back to him, wrapping her arms around herself. "You were engaged to my brothers girl. Kira is my family, she's so sweet and kind...

Celeste sighed, her fingers clutching at his shirt. "Why did you come here?" She asked, her voice weak. "I won't get you any closer to Kira. I don't care what your mother did, my brother loves her, I won't help you win back your ex-fiancé." She murmured, too exhausted to pull away and hating...

Celeste let Caelan lead her, collapsing onto the chair and leaning into him, hating how weak she was. She couldn't help it, crying against him. She cursed him out weakly, her legs tucked under her as she was buried in his side. Eventually, her sobbing subsided, and she laid against him, limp and...

Celeste struggled as Caelan pulled her closer. Once, she would have loved the attention. Now all she wanted to do was pummel him into the ground. For a while, she smacked at him, sobbing all over again, repeating I hate you in between gasping breaths. Eventually, though, she ran out of steam...

Celeste had never felt so humiliated in all her life. How could she have been so stupid? She had been trashing her flat, knocking over the coffee table, shattering her dishes. She knew she needed to clean things up, but she was still heartbroken. She had actually thought he- that they- Celeste...

Celeste groaned. "They were just tulips, you daft ninny," She threw a pillow at Orion. She looked up, her eyes lighting up as she spotted their little brother. "Ruru!" Celeste giggled, jumping to her feet and hurrying over, opening up her arms to sweep her little brother up in a hug. "Don't mind...

Celeste crossed her arms and looked away, pretending to be insulted. "I did not, they were supposed to be for the table," She countered. She blushed at the rest of his words, shaking her head. "We're just friends, Riri." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Caelan doesn't fancy me." She stuck...

Celeste's face paled at the mention of flowers, realizing in that moment that she had very stupidly forgotten the flowers at the restaurant. "Erm... W-well... he did... but they were for the table at the restaurant," She tried to rationalize it, brushing it off again.

Celeste tucked her hair behind her ear. "I don't know the name. Some fancy place with private rooms and expensive looking wine," She shrugged. "The food was good, very decadent." She looked to her brother. "I might need a fancier dress if he invites me back," She joked.

Celeste let out a slow sigh. "Alright, alright," She shifted to tuck her legs beneath her. "I just... went to dinner. With this lad I met. We're just friends," she reiterated the point to her brother. "He's an artist, mosaic or something, rather cute." She shook her head, picking up a pillow and...

Celeste looked up as Orion spoke, giving her brother a shy smile. "Oh, erm, nothing," She started fiddling with her hair, blushing. "I was just... out with a friend, nothin' special." She tried to play it off like nothing had happened. "What are you doin' up?" She asked, looking to her brother.

Celeste had just come home from dinner with Caelan. She hummed as she walked into the house, stopping at the door to take off her jacket. She was humming softly, smiling, content after her date. She hung up her jacket and took off her scarf. It had been a nice night. She knew in her mind that...

Celeste smiled, pleased that their food arrived. She was sure that he was going to pay anyway, but she let him think it was a new idea. She hummed lightly as she dug into her food, thinking it was the best food she'd had in a while. "It's good," she reassured him, tucking into her food again...

Celeste laughed lightly. "Would you prefer good sir lord fancypants longlegs your magnificence?" She teased him, giving a mock bow with a flourish of her hand and ducking her head. She raised a brow when he retorted. "Oh aye," she agreed easily. "If you're still paying," she teased him with a...

Celeste raised an eyebrow at his wording. It seemed like a sensitive subject. She reached out and placed her hand over his for a brief second before pulling it back. She sat back, crossing her legs. "Well, fancy longlegs," She teased. "Independence is well and good." She mused, sipping at her...

Celeste nodded, setting her menu down. "Get the food comin, longlegs," she smirked. "Some wine too, I think," she mused, before looking around. "Question, longlegs. How is it that an artist can afford a place like this on the regular?" She looked back to him, a curious smile on her face. "Give...

Celeste blinked as she saw the tulips. "Oh, thanks," she gave him half of a smile. She wasn't sure how to react, looking around before eventually setting them on a chair next to her. She wasn't sure why he was giving her flowers, but they were pretty, kinda. Flustered and trying to hide it, she...