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Oh the powers that be which let him pull his own weight, the same powers that let him pull Cela through subspace with a *yank* -

"Ah, little birdie told me," hints and inclinations, and who did he have to thank? All the ways he hadn't seen his subordinate proper, well, that wasn't properly leading, now was it!? Hardly. In his case. Might've been neglectful even, all the ways he hadn't tied a lead to the trailing ends of Celas coat tails and dragged him into line-- "that I needed to be seeing you, Celadonite."

N'so now? Now he was. Sat back, reclined, not in the office - No - but in their half finished home south of the citadel. The way it listed in shadows, butted up against the outskirts of desolation and fine design. The ways Albite could see what was as easily as he could see what could be, helped some, having a vivid imagination for the space that was mostly still 'in progress' and 'under construction.

"So come tell me how you've been, pretty boy...little fashionista...how long's it been since I last saw you?" and the air didn't talk back to his warm drawl, silence didn't acknowledge the way he lazed against piled niceties and soft things thrown into a pit, but Cela would--- the second the shadows finished entwining and produced what was His.

No. What Faustite had given him. Who was probably far more 'Faustites' own than his, from go, but ******** if he was too tired n sore in ways that hurt even his brain to dig into the intricacies of that interesting as ******** web.

“We all fall under Faustite’s direct orders Cela, even me, even now, but you? You’ll always fall under me,” flash of something between hurt and bitter admiration, because it was wrong — terribly so — if he’d made Cela feel forgotten in any way? Cast aside. No, that couldn’t ******** dwell. Course? It was also all sorts of right for the boy to be gunning for the stars above him. He’d wanted rank n file from the beginning, hadn’t he? Wanted fire and…“Unless you’re aiming to fall over me, it’s sure as ******** an option, the way you’re going.”

“Which is ‘Up’. Clearly, or as up as being one with the Rift can take you,” the little bit of sting at being spoken to so, at maybe having failed? Was smothered at the sight of scales. Lovely little glistening lines, brighter than an oil spill, even more colorful; it was fitting on Celadonite. So Albite cooed, beckoned Cela closer with a better smile and flick of the wrist — “it’s nice — I wanna know who helped — how?”

His magic roiled for the sight, all that youma, halved and humming with life, pretty as could be, mocking him — and after everything. Albite sat up more, straighter, admired the man beige him with a new manner of intensity because his questions for the lovely surprise had only grown.

“No, wait, I wanna know when you decided to start on this? All your bitching for how I went on about the Rift at the start, and you picked ‘designated denizen’, bought a ******** zip code there, and all without telling me!! Rude. Cela, that’s rude. Especially given how much I love the place. You shoulda told me.”

“You'd be tolerated there a hell of a lot longer than I'd be Cela, whether or not you'd survive it? Can't say till you've been. Can say cause I have." and he had a right to be prideful for this one small thing, every brief little step over the line and into that place that supposedly wasn't a Senshi's to be? All the ways he'd make it his. Like treating against poison by ingesting a little bit of something deadly every day. There was no place he wouldn't exist. No place Senshi would be disallowed. The furthest stars, the deepest pits. Albite felt like it was his right to have access to it all, sure as hell wasn't keen on taking 'no entry' signs for answers; really just wasn't his thing.

The mention of the rabbits stole a laugh, a small burst of glee, enough mirth to get him standing so he could circle Cela and better map out each individual change in his subordinates appearance; the way the scales flared like freckles in places, the way it went aura deep and now Cela felt so different as a captain to stand next to, it was so exciting! <******** those rabbits, n also a second point? My Fiancé, is a big ol 'whatsit to me', but so is your growth, so is this," and there was no malice there, no jealousy, only a small tide of joy that built as Albite reached for those flung snatches of long indigo like silk; admiring -- Celadonite wasn't his doing but he was wonderful all on his own! N to know him n Faustite would get to spend time together? That his beloved would have even more parts of his existence spent loved and unalone, "m'hglad for you two, Cela. I'm ******** proud of you for managing this all on your own. I can be happy for you, can't I?"

Tremulous little thread of hope and Albite about faced to stand so he could better have Celadonites eyes as he spoke up fresh new offers that hung on the most tenuous of extended friendships; the Senshi knew his own personal failings, and now? He aimed to make amends.

"Never woulda taken you for the selfless type, but here I am proved wrong, while you're right on the money about a lotta things, yeah? I should've done more with you. Can start working on that right now."