"Lucian… w-what are you…"
The voice was fragile. Almost inaudible under the quiet aftermath of the rain.
Lucian and Celestia both recognized it immediately.
Avey.
The name hit like a soft bell chime in a cathedral after a funeral.
Lucian didn't move at first.
Celestia did.
Her head jerked back suddenly, golden hair flipping as her eyes shot toward the sound
And in that instant, murderous intent burst from her like a crack in the earth. Her pupils shrank, her entire aura sharpened like a blade unsheathed mid-battle. A silent storm radiated from her body, heavy and suffocating.
But she stopped herself.
Inhaled deeply.
Trying to swallowed the fury.
Her arms still wrapped around Lucian instinctively tightened.
As if saying HE IS MINE. Or maybe just afraid he will run away breaking her hug.
Lucian slowly turned his head, more composed, yet no less weary. His eyes still red from tears, still glistening swept toward the two figures at the edge of the alley.
