celebryu

It was a cold, breezy day when she went to visit his grave, despite it being in the middle of the summer. The chill was a welcome change from the overwhelming heat that usually surrounded Feralis, it reminded her of the cool weather of her home planet, Sapia. Celeb would have come sooner, but after war suddenly launched itself, there simply had not been the time to do so. Because of these circumstances, she had not been to visit Tassyr's grave since the day of his funeral, and that had been several months ago now. But still, it was better to be late then to never come at all. She was on her own for this, not because she had to be, but becau

Baker Baker Baking a cake Make me a day Make me whole again And I wonder What's in a day What's in you cake this time Celeb sighed softly as she looked out the window, her arms wrapped tightly around her growing stomach. She had been alone most of the afternoon, except for a short visit from Tassyr. Although she appreciated the old man's efforts, she still felt empty most of the time. She couldn't help but think of Alec at times like these. When she lived with him, things had never been lonely, not really. She had almost healed. But now she was falling apart again. Would she ever be whole? Her eyes blinked softly as she heard the click

Celeb sighed softly as she headed outside into their backyard, her tail swinging behind her freely. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans, a contrast to the usual spandex and armor she wore.  However, she was not in the mood for training right now, in fact, she had another activity in mind for the day. Her silver eyes surveyed the area for a moment, as if to make sure that no one else was watching her. Slowly, she made her way to a plot of soil and needed down next to it. In her slender hands she had been holding a bag of gardening tools, which she now opened. Yes, the violent, warrior, chick was planning on gardening, but

Dear Daddy, It's been almost a year since I last wrote to you, though this time instead of writing on your deathday, I find myself writing on your birthday. And what a concidence, it's Father's Day as well. I remember when I was younger, it used to amuse me when it happened like this, and I think it amused you too. Now it just brings back pain I've tried to forget. It's horrible really. I tried most of my life to ignore that you even existed. Because if you were never there to begin with, I couldn't miss you, right? When people would compare me to you, I would feel angry, almost insulted. Because as wonderful as you were, you left. You left