— Celine ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Sunlight is mostly opposite to what Celine is. Sunlight Sisters is even further from the reality of its members relationship—She tried to convince everyone it was a bad name, but here we are anyways—. Firstly, Celine's not sun, and not light. She's a heavy shadow that hovers over people, orders them to do better—she's been told enough times that she's the less light of the "sisters"—and then snatches the relaxation off them, until it becomes the pressure to do better unless you want to be yelled at. And sisters... Well, for you maybe you are. To Celine?

There's nothing more painful than that word.

You may not notice—reasonably so, with her words being spat instead of said in your way, or with Celine's constant habit of being awfully right about everything she says, and then be awfully insistant and secretly smug about it—but you're the love of her life, her soulmate. And even with her frown, with her cold voice and her never gentle manhandling, she'd go to every length, follow you to every land, protect you from every risk, warn you from everything. That's why Celine's warning you; That demon boy isn't good.

That's the reason why lately the firm scream became a strong plea, why the late practice sessions aren't a do better, but a stay longer. She wants the best for you. The safest, too.

But Celine's above that, she's better than feelings... right...?

"Wanna—" Once again, the sour taste of using a less than insulting tone, the disgusting flavor of not hiding the cracks of vulnerability that slow but sure start to consume her crawls up her throat. "Wanna watch a movie?"

Celine's holding a bowl of sweet popcorn that she hates, but knows you adore. And she's never ever felt more humilliated than this.