Celestia Ludenberg is dangerous yet not in the way you may think. She steals away hearts and cradles them, making them feel warm, making the owner feel warm.
That's what she did with mine, something I never thought would be possible until she came around. Yet now I sit down at my desk as I do my work and wonder why she didn't come to me much sooner. She's truly and inexplicably perfect in every way.
Her drills, whilst they may not be real, somehow still hold authenticity and uniquity, twisted and swirled in each strand. And I twirl each one, a familiar smile appearing on both of our lips. She likes when I play with her hair as it brings her comfort, so I don't mind one bit to do it as I hold her close at night.
Her hair without the drills is debatably even better than with even though I find her absolutely breathtaking either way. She insists she doesn't like herself without her necessary hair pieces and I remind of her beauty on a daily basis. Whilst she surprisingly appreciates each compliment, I don't believe she'll get rid of the drills so easily.
Her eyes which stare into your soul, but in a good way. A comforting way. A color red, something I always thought was a color which represented the flames which charred my small hands or perhaps the blood dripping down the burnt flesh from the cuts caused by the sharp glass edges. But like Celeste, it's so much grander than that. It represents power and determination. She is power and determination.
Don't get me started on those lips of hers, they're like the feathers from a pillow because of how soft they are. They're so luscious yet so full, not to mention that they're addicting. God, I could kiss her all day long without any sense of stopping. Drugs and alcohol aren't needed if I have her around.
Her nose is that of a button, barely bigger than a coin. Despite it being so distinctive from who she is, it fits her face so surprisingly and so perfectly. I often like to give it a poke when she crinkles it up in a cute manner, or perhaps plant a light kiss on it as she's falling into a slumber.
Even with fair skin, it compliments her overall Victorian aesthetic as she often adorns her gothic lolita-styled dress. To top it all off, she never goes anywhere without her shining gold earrings and, even more importantly, her Gunmetal plated ring. One may say she's over-the-top, but it's one of the many things I love about her.
Love, it's a strong word I had never imagined myself to feel, not for a long time or even ever. After all of the hardships I faced, it was hard to believe someone as grand as Celestia would come my way. But she did, and she proved them all wrong. We proved them all wrong.
She holds more civility than one may think, she's much kinder and softer. I knew Celestia before, and now I have gotten to know Taeko.
Taeko Yasuhiro is different from her counterpart, one who is more active and cheerful than that. She's soft at the heart, again warming my own as she always does.
She never does any wrong and whilst Celestia may do so, I realize that everyone tends to do such every once in a blue moon.
But with the good people comes tragedy, and tragedy can mean a lot of things: desperation, depression, darkness, and death.
Death. The day she died was heartwrenching. I watched her fight for her life months on end until she finally allowed herself to rest. The only day that was almost worse than her death was when it happened.
It was a Friday night and, as always, I was off at work late taking care of some detective duties whereas Celestia was gambling. I've tried to warn her time and time again to stop but to no avail.
I wish she would have listened when she left the house hastily without giving me a gentle kiss as she always does. I wish she would have listened when I called after her not to leave just yet. I wish she would have listened when she got in the car and drove off to the speakeasy. I wish she would have listened when she arrived at the pub. I wish she would have listened when she began to gamble that night. I wish she would have listened when he pointed the gun at her. I wish she would have listened when he pulled the trigger.
But at the same time, I somehow cannot blame her. Gambling was her specialty and she told me time and time again that without it, she would be nothing. And without her, I am nothing.
Perhaps I should have listened to her.
