HOLY CRAP
There was a particularly rocky area near the edge of the beach that overlooked the calm waves of the ocean, serving as a comfortable seat for the celestial. The sun was low in the sky, reflecting over the distant ripples of the water in golden zig zags, and illuminating the surrounding sky a similarly soft gold. The occasional sea gull could be heard passing by, and the breeze was calm and soothing, but Caelestis' thoughts were far too busy to linger on the beauty of the moment.
One chance, he thought. Or perhaps merely the fact that En had let him go then was that one chance. What would he even do with this chance that he had been given, assuming he still had it at all? He'd asked for one, but hadn't exactly thought farther than that. He merely wanted to not be hated, let alone for reasons that he did not consider to even apply to him. After letting out a sigh, he was soon pulled from these busy thoughts as he turned his head to see En, of all people, approaching the edge of the water in the sand below. Fortunately, it didn't seem the ex-prince noticed Caelestis' presence, being conveniently concealed by both some bits of nearby foliage, and the higher elevation of his rocky perch.
He merely watched at first, wondering if he had best simply take this opportunity to slip away and avoid yet another potential conflict, but found himself instead remaining. A thought then crossed Caelestis' mind, and he began cautiously peering around for anything of interest. There were fortunately quite a few seashells among the sand, and once making note of this fact, he silently climbed down the side of the rocks that lead away from En. Even more concealed from the other as a result, he dug around in the sand with little concern, stopping once picking up a seashell that he found to be particularly pretty. After turning it around in his fingers inquisitively, he climbed back to his previous location with it in hand, sighing in relief once seeing En was still there.
Feeling it was… probably not best to approach the other directly, he came up with what he thought to be a rather fine idea. After growing some golden leaves out from deep underneath the sand nearby, he willed them towards himself, to then wrap the ends of the thin, thread-like vine safely around the seashell. Once it was safely held within, the leaves then retreated back under the sand to travel to the intended recipient. Silently they slithered along, until Caelestis felt them arrive to a location that felt to be right beside En's feet, and he allowed them to finally arise from their hiding place, still holding diligently onto the seashell. They reached around to appear directly before the man, paying any reaction no mind as they unraveled from around the shell to display it properly, swaying back and forth playfully—with even a slight bounce—as if to say, 'take it, take it.' A bit annoying, truthfully, but exactly the thoughts the celestial was attempting to convey as he chuckled in the distance.
Finally, another thin vine extended from the one that was already located before En, to instead reach and point towards another direction. To where Caelestis was currently waving a hand cheerfully from where he sat a short ways away, silently accepting his fate all the while.
If this was his one chance… he probably just wasted it.
follow-up:
It was fortunately late enough in the day that Caelestis didn't need to worry about the sun too much. As he walked barefoot along the shore, relishing in the cool, refreshing feeling of the low tide against his feet, he caught a glimpse of someone in the distance who just about resembled Wraith. Dark hair, black clothes, a sense of unfamiliarity with the area—seemed about right. Crouched down in the sand, he seemed to be fairly engaged in something, and feeling it would be best not to interrupt, instead of approaching, Caelestis merely relocated a bit for a better view of exactly what the other was doing.
A sand sculpture? It surprised the celestial to an extent, but also somehow didn't seem too surprising, at the same time. He watched as Wraith carved the sand bit by bit until it very clearly resembled an enlarged version of a sea turtle. Feeling impressed, Caelestis was feeling ready to finally approach, but stopped once he noticed the shifter then beginning something else. While difficult to see clearly from his viewpoint, it seemed to be some sort of pattern in the sand. Intriguing, he thought with a raised eyebrow. His attempt at approaching was interrupted yet again as the other pulled up his sleeves, both wrists looking fairly equally concerning. After remaining an extra moment as a result, Caelestis had had enough of the observing, finally walking over, before sitting down next to Wraith and pulling him into a hug. At this rate, he might as well hug the man every time he runs into him, for it wasn't quite seeming there was any time he didn't need one to at least some extent.
"You really are quite the artist," he commented fondly in response to Wraith's greeting. The spray-painting, and then this—it truly was a wonder. He merely wished it could be the only concern the shifter had to hold. At Wraith's proceeding question about exactly what the sculpture was of, Caelestis found himself growing all the more concerned. "...Oh, it's a turtle." Just what sort of life had Wraith lived until recently…? It didn't feel right at all to be so reminded of his own very first experiences of life, when a rogue soul who had only just strayed into the land of the living was so entirely different from a grown man who should have had many years to learn of everything the world had to offer. The questions that came after were somehow still a bit unexpected in spite of everything. The sand, the creatures, the ocean water… Wow.
"Say…" Caelestis spoke up slowly, gently cupping Wraith's cheek as he looked at him, "I think… we had best look into finding you some educational documentaries to watch." Romance movies as well, but it would probably be best to start with the more basic essentials, no matter how it was that Caelestis' own mental list of priorities happened to be sorted. Although, did any even cover that extent of basic knowledge? He was... not sure how to deal with this, if he even truly could do anything about it.
