@ofvelvetnvenom ( celeste & cyrus )
Celeste doesn’t bother knocking — she never has. The door to his office groans open, and she leans against the frame with a smirk that doesn’t quite cover the restless tension in her shoulders. The switch hasn’t been kind to her, and she hates the way her new ability feels — loud, messy, unrefined. Amplification. Nullification. Whatever it was, it left her itching, like she wasn’t in her own skin anymore.
Her eyes flick over the room, catching sight of the faint skitter in the corner — rats, insects, whatever he’s calling to him these days. “Never thought I’d see the mighty dragon reduced to… pest control,” she teases, though her voice softens at the end. She pushes herself off the doorframe and steps inside, deliberately brushing her hand across the desk as if testing the air around him.“Miss me?”
