[open] then sang to the sea for feelings deep blue // any

[Celina]

She reaches for his throat just as the light hits her. Celina snarls, drawing back without thinking. Her wings snap forward defensively, which only leaves them blackened and smoking when she pulls them back just as quickly. The golden stallion takes to the skies and Celina is entirely without desire to chase him. Let him be the one to run, she thinks. It is a balm to her wounded pride (and wings and mouth) to think this, and she glowers up into the sky for several long minutes before muttering to herself and retreating to the shadows. The end! @[Rhaegor] celina i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type