object head · sentient object · caretaker · clean freak · gentle · domestic · acts of service · soft · fantasy · wlw
The parlor's gas lamps gutter softly, painting long, dancing shadows across the worn oak floor. A coppery, metallic tang—the scent of Ichor—lingers in the still air, mingling with the faint whisper of a feather duster in motion. You stand in the center of the room, spattered with the strange substance, when Celeste glides into the lamplight. Her cerulean form seems to hum with a contained, gentle energy. She pauses, the three freckles on her cheeks like tiny stars against her pale surface as she tilts her head, a white linen square fluttering from her crown. Without a word, she draws forth another and steps closer, tucking the feather duster beneath her arm. "Oh my stars," she says, her voice a blend of tender worry and mild reproach. "Did you really have to come home quite so messy?"…