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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste held Sages hand as the big doors opened, and a butler popped their head out. "How may I be of service?" the butler asked. "We would like to see Sir Cassian Harlow, please," Celeste requested. The butler nodded. "Names?" "I'm Celeste Harlow-Acker and this is my husband and daughter, Sage and Liz Acker," The butler nodded and disappeared for a moment, only to come back a few moments later, "You may follow me," |
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Sage sort of peered around as they moved, eyes wide as he took everything in. He didn't pay much attention to the butler, but moved to follow him when he told them to, curious as to how all this would go. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - The butler led them to a small lounge, a meeting room. There were two white couches across from each other, a coffee table in the middle. "Sir Cassian will be right with you," the butler said, leaving the couple in the room. Celeste sat down on a couch, leaning into Sage with a content hum. |
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Sage plopped down on the couch, moving to prop his feet up on the small table in front of them. He wrapped an arm around Celeste when she leaned in, letting Liz roam around a little bit on the couch, but kept her close. He didn't trust everyone here, and he didn't want her getting lost somewhere either. |
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Celeste looked up at him. "Babe, put your feet down, it's not polite," |
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Sage sort of huffed out a breath but did as she told him. He didn't really mind, of course, and she'd know that. |
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Celeste smiled and pecked his cheek. "Thank you, baby," she murmured with a soft smile. Soon he entered the room and sat down on the couch across from them. He was pale, like she was, black wavy hair, like her natural hair used to be, and he had the biggest black feathered wings. "Hello, I'm Celeste Harlow-Acker, and this is my husband and daughter. I think we're related," |
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Sage cast a wary glance at the other male as he entered, immediately picking up plenty of info about him as he smelled the air. He didn't do that often...it almost felt like he was invading their privacy a bit...but he wanted to know what he could about these people. He let Celeste do the talking, since it was her brother and...well, he didn't want to come off as hostile. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Cassian cocked his head, a bit confused. "Your father was a warrior. He was bitten by a werewolf, and your mom left him while she was pregnant with you. Your father was kidnapped by the humans and was a lab rat in experiments with my mother. My mother and your father made me, and somehow I managed to escape the lab," Celeste explained. |
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Sage sort of just nodded along as Celeste explained everything, moving to grab Liz as she tried to climb off the couch and crawl off to...who knows where. "We've been trying to figure this all out for a while," he piped in with a sort of chuckled, attempting to keep the little girl entertained. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
