celesta skye

Cult activity @raelynn-wayne @celesta-skies @alessandra-ramona-adler

me thinks slaying

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

“The fans mean nothing. The media doesn’t matter.” Rae cups her hands around Celesta’s face. “You’re more important.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I promise, we can afford one show.”

celesta turns her head to kiss rae’s palm, “no.”

she shifts, so she’s sitting now and smiles at her girlfriends, “i promise, once i get on that stage, and my rings normal, i’ll be overwhelmed with enough love, not only for me but for everyone.”

Rae sighs. “Fine. But first sign in trouble, the show’s off,” she says. Rae sits up as well, wincing again as she moves; the bruise on her side is more troublesome than she thought. She needs to get her hair redone, so she stands. “We’re three hours ‘til showtime, so there’s still time to rest.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I’ll be at hair and makeup if you need me.”

“no,” celesta tugs rae back to her, “youre hurt, im not letting you go. rest for an hour or two, and then you can, ro will understand and bash everyone who tries to interrupt,” she says smiling. “im serious.”

“Babe it’s fine, it’s just a bruise,” Rae argues. “I’ve been worse and still performed, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s true. At least this time she’s not performing with three proven ribs. “I need to get my hair done before the show.”

celesta shuts her eyes, “okay.” she knows it’s pointless arguing with rae, and she’d rather not get into one right now. “be careful and if it hurts, sit it out, we’ll manage”

Rae nods, and kisses Celesta again. “I will, i promise,” she assures her. “We’ll be great. We always are.” Is that true because of her powers? Possibly. But nevertheless, it gets the crowds going.

“your powers help love, mine so too,” it’s true as a violet lantern she thrives from all the love and acts as a medium to channel it into energy for the rest of the group. tired her out but worth it

“I know, babe.” She shrugs. Rae knows once she’s on stage, the adrenaline will get her going and she’ll be able to perform like she always does. But right now, she just wants to curl into bed and sleep.

“how about this, you sleep now, i’ll go for hair and makeup, and then you can go later?” so their timings won’t clash

“No, no, it’s fine. You need to rest too.” She waves it off. “I promise, I’ll be fine.” Rae kisses Celesta again before pulling her in for a deeper kiss. God, she loves her so much.

celesta pulls away first, “i love you. and i’ll be okay, the stage and their love will energise me. you on the other hand.”

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

“The fans mean nothing. The media doesn’t matter.” Rae cups her hands around Celesta’s face. “You’re more important.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I promise, we can afford one show.”

celesta turns her head to kiss rae’s palm, “no.”

she shifts, so she’s sitting now and smiles at her girlfriends, “i promise, once i get on that stage, and my rings normal, i’ll be overwhelmed with enough love, not only for me but for everyone.”

Rae sighs. “Fine. But first sign in trouble, the show’s off,” she says. Rae sits up as well, wincing again as she moves; the bruise on her side is more troublesome than she thought. She needs to get her hair redone, so she stands. “We’re three hours ‘til showtime, so there’s still time to rest.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I’ll be at hair and makeup if you need me.”

“no,” celesta tugs rae back to her, “youre hurt, im not letting you go. rest for an hour or two, and then you can, ro will understand and bash everyone who tries to interrupt,” she says smiling. “im serious.”

“Babe it’s fine, it’s just a bruise,” Rae argues. “I’ve been worse and still performed, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s true. At least this time she’s not performing with three proven ribs. “I need to get my hair done before the show.”

celesta shuts her eyes, “okay.” she knows it’s pointless arguing with rae, and she’d rather not get into one right now. “be careful and if it hurts, sit it out, we’ll manage”

Rae nods, and kisses Celesta again. “I will, i promise,” she assures her. “We’ll be great. We always are.” Is that true because of her powers? Possibly. But nevertheless, it gets the crowds going.

“your powers help love, mine so too,” it’s true as a violet lantern she thrives from all the love and acts as a medium to channel it into energy for the rest of the group. tired her out but worth it

“I know, babe.” She shrugs. Rae knows once she’s on stage, the adrenaline will get her going and she’ll be able to perform like she always does. But right now, she just wants to curl into bed and sleep.

“how about this, you sleep now, i’ll go for hair and makeup, and then you can go later?” so their timings won’t clash

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

“The fans mean nothing. The media doesn’t matter.” Rae cups her hands around Celesta’s face. “You’re more important.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I promise, we can afford one show.”

celesta turns her head to kiss rae’s palm, “no.”

she shifts, so she’s sitting now and smiles at her girlfriends, “i promise, once i get on that stage, and my rings normal, i’ll be overwhelmed with enough love, not only for me but for everyone.”

Rae sighs. “Fine. But first sign in trouble, the show’s off,” she says. Rae sits up as well, wincing again as she moves; the bruise on her side is more troublesome than she thought. She needs to get her hair redone, so she stands. “We’re three hours ‘til showtime, so there’s still time to rest.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I’ll be at hair and makeup if you need me.”

“no,” celesta tugs rae back to her, “youre hurt, im not letting you go. rest for an hour or two, and then you can, ro will understand and bash everyone who tries to interrupt,” she says smiling. “im serious.”

“Babe it’s fine, it’s just a bruise,” Rae argues. “I’ve been worse and still performed, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s true. At least this time she’s not performing with three proven ribs. “I need to get my hair done before the show.”

celesta shuts her eyes, “okay.” she knows it’s pointless arguing with rae, and she’d rather not get into one right now. “be careful and if it hurts, sit it out, we’ll manage”

Rae nods, and kisses Celesta again. “I will, i promise,” she assures her. “We’ll be great. We always are.” Is that true because of her powers? Possibly. But nevertheless, it gets the crowds going.

“your powers help love, mine so too,” it’s true as a violet lantern she thrives from all the love and acts as a medium to channel it into energy for the rest of the group. tired her out but worth it

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

“The fans mean nothing. The media doesn’t matter.” Rae cups her hands around Celesta’s face. “You’re more important.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I promise, we can afford one show.”

celesta turns her head to kiss rae’s palm, “no.”

she shifts, so she’s sitting now and smiles at her girlfriends, “i promise, once i get on that stage, and my rings normal, i’ll be overwhelmed with enough love, not only for me but for everyone.”

Rae sighs. “Fine. But first sign in trouble, the show’s off,” she says. Rae sits up as well, wincing again as she moves; the bruise on her side is more troublesome than she thought. She needs to get her hair redone, so she stands. “We’re three hours ‘til showtime, so there’s still time to rest.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I’ll be at hair and makeup if you need me.”

“no,” celesta tugs rae back to her, “youre hurt, im not letting you go. rest for an hour or two, and then you can, ro will understand and bash everyone who tries to interrupt,” she says smiling. “im serious.”

“Babe it’s fine, it’s just a bruise,” Rae argues. “I’ve been worse and still performed, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s true. At least this time she’s not performing with three proven ribs. “I need to get my hair done before the show.”

celesta shuts her eyes, “okay.” she knows it’s pointless arguing with rae, and she’d rather not get into one right now. “be careful and if it hurts, sit it out, we’ll manage”

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

“The fans mean nothing. The media doesn’t matter.” Rae cups her hands around Celesta’s face. “You’re more important.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I promise, we can afford one show.”

celesta turns her head to kiss rae’s palm, “no.”

she shifts, so she’s sitting now and smiles at her girlfriends, “i promise, once i get on that stage, and my rings normal, i’ll be overwhelmed with enough love, not only for me but for everyone.”

Rae sighs. “Fine. But first sign in trouble, the show’s off,” she says. Rae sits up as well, wincing again as she moves; the bruise on her side is more troublesome than she thought. She needs to get her hair redone, so she stands. “We’re three hours ‘til showtime, so there’s still time to rest.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I’ll be at hair and makeup if you need me.”

“no,” celesta tugs rae back to her, “youre hurt, im not letting you go. rest for an hour or two, and then you can, ro will understand and bash everyone who tries to interrupt,” she says smiling. “im serious.”

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

“The fans mean nothing. The media doesn’t matter.” Rae cups her hands around Celesta’s face. “You’re more important.” She kisses her girlfriend again. “I promise, we can afford one show.”

celesta turns her head to kiss rae’s palm, “no.”

she shifts, so she’s sitting now and smiles at her girlfriends, “i promise, once i get on that stage, and my rings normal, i’ll be overwhelmed with enough love, not only for me but for everyone.”

celesta is on the bed, waiting for rae. today was their first show, and while its amazing, a part of her wished they’d gotten a longer break after two years of non stop touring, but rae looked excited for it, so she just smiled and went ahead with it.

of course, celesta doesnt hare this; she wouldnt do this if she really did, but it just gets so exhausting, not to mention fan twitter and tweets hating on her just because she’s with rae.

she can take them, on better days, celesta can but today’s just, not it.

not to mention the violet lantern ring going off like crazy. it’s probably another peace treaty signing where love is needed to make the day better, but celesta is currently extremely low on love, she doubts she could even fly a meter.

its one of those days where everything, including a relationship regrettably, feels so fucking heavy and she wants to cry and scream but nothing comes but and its just the weight she bears because she’s a fucking violet lantern, all lovable and nice, and twirls but god she wants to sleep for a week.

celesta takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes.

fuck this.

@raelynn-wayne

Rae can sense that Celesta isn’t happy. She knocks on the door to her backstage room. “Hey, babe, are you okay?” She calls, waiting for a reply.

She knows that the fans can get exhausting. The thrill of the crowds are exhilarating in the moment, but being popular also means getting hate. The light is especially on Celesta, because she’s dating her. Rae knows it’s unfair, and god, she would change it if she could.

Knocking gently again, she checks her watch. Plenty of time left until the show. “My love, what’s wrong?”

celesta takes in a deep breath. its not fair on rae if she dumps everything in them before the show, celesta can’t do that.

“‘m good love, just tired,” she mumbles out, not moving from the bed. god she has no clue where the energy for the show will come from at this point, but she’ll make it work, the love in the stadium will eventually energise her.

hopefully.

rae’s excited, geo was waiting for this, oscar is so hyped, even their manager, celesta can’t bring them down, not today, this is important.

the rings buzzing more violently now.

Slowly, Rae enters the room to see Celesta lying on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay, love,” she sits beside her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, brushing Celesta’s hair away from her face.

She looks at the ring, which is buzzing aggressively. “Is it important? We can postpone if you need.”

celesta leans into rae’s touch, before turning her head to see the ring.

whys it doing that? she doesn’t know herself, she should check it out but she doesn’t ha r the energy to.

this is wrong, the ring should power her, she shouldn’t be here tried.

“‘m okay, i promise, just tried,” celesta gets up after kissing rae’s palm, “and no, it’s okay.”

it’s probably not, violet rings are dangerous as fuck, it’s how celesta raised rae from the dead. the memory of rae being dead haunts her again as she tugs rae closer, not wanting to let go. god that sucked a lot, didnt it?

“You sure? We still have two hours until the doors open, and three ‘til showtime,” she says. “It’s not a huge event, if you need to rest until Coachella, I get it,” Rae assures her.

The ring vibrates again, and Rae furrows her brows looking at it. She checks her watch for any reports of a crime. Nothing. She stifles a yawn before lying down and cuddling Celesta.

Patrol is getting to her. She hasn’t been out in the streets in two years, and the jet lag is still getting to her. New bruises everywhere, running on two hours of sleep, she’s exhausted. She kisses Celesta’s temple, and then winces as she lies on a particularly large bruise on her side.

“they’re expecting me, i’ll be okay,” celesta mummers.

“are you okay? saw that wince, you and geo need to take it easy on patrol, it’s been a while, climb the ranks slowly.” she whispers, pulling rae closer, “sleep, we’ve got time before the show, you need th rest.”

“Just a bruise, nothing to worry ‘bout,” she replies. “I’m fine, babe.” Rae kisses her again. “If you need, we can cancel, it’s not a big deal, love.”

Her entire body is sore from patrol, and Coachella is soon. The band needs their energy.

celesta sighs, “i want to cancel,” she admits, “but i cant, the guilt and not to mention the hate. the fans are outside already,” she insists, “look, we’ll be good, as soon as im out, the ring will power me and ill power you, one show done, simple”

@oscar-constantine @gideon-wayne @raelynn-wayne ro dad alert, i see him approaching ro

I’ll fuck the bloke up

get in line

The band working a case:

Ro: they were killed by belladonna

Me, Os, and Geo: the pornstar?

Ro and Cel: *sigh* the poison

@alessandra-ramona-adler @oscar-constantine @gideon-wayne

why does your mind go to porn stars, love

I had access to internet wayyyy too early

i can see

Babe I lived in the streets for 13 years

i

i know

The band working a case:

Ro: they were killed by belladonna

Me, Os, and Geo: the pornstar?

Ro and Cel: *sigh* the poison

@alessandra-ramona-adler @oscar-constantine @gideon-wayne

why does your mind go to porn stars, love

I had access to internet wayyyy too early

i can see

The band working a case:

Ro: they were killed by belladonna

Me, Os, and Geo: the pornstar?

Ro and Cel: *sigh* the poison

@alessandra-ramona-adler @oscar-constantine @gideon-wayne

why does your mind go to porn stars, love

Yo?

oscar, baby, if you’re late i will smack you to the ground

I wont im omw chill lout, love

h u r r y

even geo’s here

Yeah yeah Gotham traffic yk how it is love

baby, call me love again and i will smack you harder and it won’t be the way you like it

NOW FLY IF YOU HAVE TO

ro breathe-

Yo Cel tell Ro to take it easy, eh?

they’re literally hyperventilating, im not sure what’s gotten them so freaked out, so hurry as much as you can

Yeah yeah I’m coming, wouldn’t want the manager to lose it, would we then?

fuck you

Been there, done that, love, unless you want to go again?

and then starts the betting, @gideon-wayne @raelynn-wayne how long would it take for them tk chase each other across set

Yo?

oscar, baby, if you’re late i will smack you to the ground

I wont im omw chill lout, love

h u r r y

even geo’s here

Yeah yeah Gotham traffic yk how it is love

baby, call me love again and i will smack you harder and it won’t be the way you like it

NOW FLY IF YOU HAVE TO

ro breathe-

Yo Cel tell Ro to take it easy, eh?

they’re literally hyperventilating, im not sure what’s gotten them so freaked out, so hurry as much as you can

Yeah yeah I’m coming, wouldn’t want the manager to lose it, would we then?

i think they have already

Yo?

oscar, baby, if you’re late i will smack you to the ground

I wont im omw chill lout, love

h u r r y

even geo’s here

Yeah yeah Gotham traffic yk how it is love

baby, call me love again and i will smack you harder and it won’t be the way you like it

NOW FLY IF YOU HAVE TO

ro breathe-

Yo Cel tell Ro to take it easy, eh?

they’re literally hyperventilating, im not sure what’s gotten them so freaked out, so hurry as much as you can

Yo?

oscar, baby, if you’re late i will smack you to the ground

I wont im omw chill lout, love

h u r r y

even geo’s here

Yeah yeah Gotham traffic yk how it is love

baby, call me love again and i will smack you harder and it won’t be the way you like it

NOW FLY IF YOU HAVE TO

ro breathe-