Re: Rooftop - Rhiannon, Celeste, Open
“What about now?” The brunette coaxed her hair behind her ear. “I mean, I know this sounds like the kind of bullshit we say to soothe ourselves to sleep at night, but what if it was supposed to be now? What if there were other things you were supposed to pick up before you had that connection?” She worked her thumb beneath the tab of her beer can but didn’t pop it loose. “This way you’re not a member of either cult.” Her smile was light, mostly joking, but there was some element of sincerity behind it. “You’re Celeste, and you can take pieces of it or not. This is semi-autobiographical advice, in case you were wondering.”