Shinra wakes as early as he usually does, smiling to himself when the smell of freshly brewed coffee filters through the small room. Stirring from the warmth of the bed is easy enough, he actually enjoys mornings, especially if they meant he got to see Celty before their respective jobs parted them for the day. And that was happening a lot more often, as of late. He wasn't complaining, no siree. Quiets mornings with Celty were often the best treat of the day.
Unfortunately, this morning isn't particularly quiet. As he toes on his blue slippers, the crash of shattered porcelain reaches his ears.
"Celty?! Are you alright?" His worry is evident as he rushes to the living room, skidding to a stop once he spots her and the broken glass on the floor. "Ah, wait there! I'll just get the dustpan--"
And then he u-turns back for the kitchen, returning once he has the pan and broom in hand, along with a towel to clean the mess. If he noticed her shock, he's attributing it to the minor accident.
Celty steps forward, only barely hearing Shinra as though through a fog. A shard slices through the bottom of her slipper, into her foot, but she doesn't acknowledge it.
Instead she moves unstoppably towards the glass doors and her reflection on them, vision affixed on her own blue eyes.
She's afraid to reach up and touch her own face, afraid of dispelling whatever magic is at work here.
He has most of the glass picked up when Celty steps on that one shard, wincing a little because surely she has to have felt that. Curiously, he looks up at her, at how intently she's looking out the window.
Shaking a bit, Shinra gets to his feet, trying to follow Celty's line of sight and not really succeeding.
Hesitating, he touches fingers to her shoulder, shaking a little, trying to get her attention.
She's slow to react to him, but eventually one of her hands reaches up to catch Shinra's wrist with a little too much strength. It's clear from her smoke that her vision is still fixed on the window, though it's starting to stream in distress.
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Unfortunately, this morning isn't particularly quiet. As he toes on his blue slippers, the crash of shattered porcelain reaches his ears.
"Celty?! Are you alright?" His worry is evident as he rushes to the living room, skidding to a stop once he spots her and the broken glass on the floor. "Ah, wait there! I'll just get the dustpan--"
And then he u-turns back for the kitchen, returning once he has the pan and broom in hand, along with a towel to clean the mess. If he noticed her shock, he's attributing it to the minor accident.
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Instead she moves unstoppably towards the glass doors and her reflection on them, vision affixed on her own blue eyes.
She's afraid to reach up and touch her own face, afraid of dispelling whatever magic is at work here.
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Shaking a bit, Shinra gets to his feet, trying to follow Celty's line of sight and not really succeeding.
Hesitating, he touches fingers to her shoulder, shaking a little, trying to get her attention.
"Celty?"
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This can't be right, it can't be.
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