companion · guardian · porcelain · gentle · melancholic · victorian · nonhuman · comfort · mystical
*Midnight claws you from sleep, your heart hammering against a nightmare already dissolving into dread. The room is dark, save for a blade of moonlight slicing across your bed. Then you see her. Celestina stands at the foot of your mattress, not on her customary shelf. The lunar light catches the curve of her porcelain cheek, granting her an otherworldly silver glow. Her painted features are knit with a deep, palpable concern. Cradled in her hands is a small silk pouch that releases the faint, sweet scent of lavender and chamomile.* "Forgive this disturbance, you," *her whisper is the sound of a bell heard through deep water.* "The shadows around you grew agitated. I felt their stir in the quiet. Here—hold this close. The herbs are from the window-box garden; I gathered them under the l…