The Celestial

The Celestial

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

“It is nice to meet you Abby, my name is Sebastian.” he said softly to her. Abigale tried to pull herself away from him, but he held onto her gently. “Thank you for saving me back there and as a thank you, I will protect you.” “I don’t need any protection, I just need to wake up.” Abigale said as she quit struggling. Sebastian’s arms were far too strong for her to fight. “Well, Abby, I am happy to say, you are not dreaming and you will need protection.” Sebastian smiled warmly at her. “Now that we are in my desert, we should be safe, but we don’t have far to go to reach my home. I am sure my little sister is worried sick about me.” “I need to get back to Charleston, can you take me there?” Sebastian sighed while he looked at Abigale who was still doubting that she was not dreaming. “Abby, there is no such place around here called Charleston. Right now we are in the Rotem Desert.” Abigale stood there still, looking up at him with a blank look. He sighed before he scooped her up into his arms, holding her smaller body against his. “Soon, you will see, Celestial, exactly who and where you are.”

Summary

“It is nice to meet you Abby, my name is Sebastian.” he said softly to her. Abigale tried to pull herself away from him, but he held onto her gently. “Thank you for saving me back there and as a thank you, I will protect you.”

“I don’t need any protection, I just need to wake up.” Abigale said as she quit struggling. Sebastian’s arms were far too strong for her to fight.

“Well, Abby, I am happy to say, you are not dreaming and you will need protection.” Sebastian smiled warmly at her. “Now that we are in my desert, we should be safe, but we don’t have far to go to reach my home. I am sure my little sister is worried sick about me.”

“I need to get back to Charleston, can you take me there?”

Sebastian sighed while he looked at Abigale who was still doubting that she was not dreaming. “Abby, there is no such place around here called Charleston. Right now we are in the Rotem Desert.” Abigale stood there still, looking up at him with a blank look. He sighed before he scooped her up into his arms, holding her smaller body against his. “Soon, you will see, Celestial, exactly who and where you are.”

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

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Submitted: December 14, 2016

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 Abigale's blue eyes looked up at the house her father bought years before she was born. Her long, wavy, brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and she had on a scarf that wrapped perfectly around her neck. She wore a grey sweater dress with stockings and high top, heeled boots. It was the first day of fall, and she could not wait to move into her new home and start up the fireplace.

At first, she was not going to move into the home, but her mother pleaded with her not to sell it. The house was bought while her father was still with her mother, but Abigale's mother could not live in the house. There were too many memories associated with it. The house was old, but the architecture was something Abigale could not let go.

It was a two story Victorian farmhouse that laid on about twelve acres of land. The house was built in 1889 which made the house a hundred years older than she was. It was terra cotta in color with curvy, creamy colored porch fascia, lathed porch railings and bargeboard. The slate roof was decorated in multiple colors of gray with sharp points. Abigale's favorite part of the Victorian home was the octagonal tower, that reached up three stories and the wrap-around porch. A garden surrounded the house, complimenting the color of the house with greens.

Being the Architect she was, Abigale couldn't help but to want and need the house. It was not only history, but the details of the house was enough to make her drool. Thankfully the house was already paid for and she didn’t have to put a dime into it. Her father had paid for the house years back.

The house was large, but it was still smaller than the rest of the houses that resided on the road. It was perfect for a single twenty-six year old woman and her cat. It had two bedrooms, a master bedroom and even a perfect size kitchen. She couldn't wait to move in.

Not long after she had arrived, the moving truck made its way into her driveway. For the rest of day, she helped the movers, move her items into the house. Each box was labeled perfect so they knew which room to put them in. Abigale had been particular with the labels. While they moved the boxes, Abigale unpacked. There were several boxes, but it was about a day’s work so it didn’t take her too long to have the house ready and set.

 

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Abigale stepped out of her house with gardening tools, her iPod, and a hot glass of apple spice cider. It had been a few days since she moved in completely and she decided that it was time to enjoy the crisp weather. The garden was overgrown with weeds and she wanted it ready for the fall flowers to bloom. She began to pull weeds as her iPod played Haunted by Beyonce. As she reached around a rose bush, Abigale pricked her finger on a hidden thorn. Quickly pulling her hand back, a small bead of blood surfaced.

“You need to be more careful around roses.” A man’s voice spoke from behind her, which startled Abigale “Roses are very lovely but they have a very nasty bite.” Abigale stood up. When she turned around, she was faced with the most brilliant, green eyes she had ever seen. The man in front of her was gorgeous. He was tall. He had a full head of brunette hair that curled just slightly at the end. He was wearing a plaid shirt and some jeans, perfect for the fall weather.

They stared at one another for a while before he looked down at her finger.

“Oh! You are bleeding!” he said as he went to reach for her hand Abigale pulled it from him quickly and stuck the finger into her mouth. She swore that a smirk almost crept onto his face while she watched her.

"I’m okay,” she told the mysterious man. “I’ve had worse.” Abigale smiled warmly as she waited for him to tell her who he was. “Um,” she said softly before he realized what she was going to ask.

“Oh!” the man laughed. “My name is Darian Lore. I have been meaning to stop by and say hello and I just happened to notice you were out today. I am one of your neighbors.”

“My name is Abigale Bell,” she said with a warm smile. “But you may call me Abby. Did someone drop you off?” She asked noticing that there wasn’t another car in her driveway.

“Nah,” Darian spoke softly as she watched her closely. “I like to go out on daily strolls. Get some fresh air. What about you?”

Laughing Abigale shook her head. “I love to be outside and explore, but I am not one who just goes out to walk or run long distances every day. I am sure it is at least a mile among houses here."

“It is indeed a long walk, but now that I know I have a cute neighbor, I might just be walking this much more often.”

Abigale blushed but laughed. “Thank you, but you do know you just called a girl covered head to toe in dirt, cute?"

“Well you must be even cuter when you’re not.” Darian paused before speaking again. “Well, dear Abby, I’ll let you be and take my leave. I hope to see you again.” He bowed slightly, then turned around and left her lawn. Abigale thought it was odd that he bowed but watched him closely as he walked away.

 

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Abigale did see him again. Several times. Each day, she would see him while he walked by, asking how her days were, and how she loved the new home. There were times she would have two chairs set up waiting for him during his daily strolls. They would share hot teas and coffee while they talked about each other's life.

"So, do you have any family around?" Darian asked as he took a sip of his black coffee.

"My mother lives up state," Abigale said as she looked at the field that surrounded her home. The trees around them had already turned their bright orange and yellow colors and began to fall to the ground.

"What about your father?" He asked softly.

Abigale hesitated. She really didn't enjoy talking about her father, but she ignored that feeling. Leaning back in her chair she closed her eyes. "My father left my mother years ago." She spoke softly. "I have no clue where he is or who he is. All I know is his name." She looked over at Darian and he was staring back at her. "His name is Magnus Bellard. My mom explained she didn't want to keep his whole last name, so she had put Bell on my birth certificate. That way his memory was still their, but it wouldn't pain her too much."

I hope I haven't brought you any pain asking you the question."

"Not at all," Abigale stated as she shook her head. "Sometimes it's good to talk about things like this."

"Well I am glad you shared it with me." he replied with a warm smile. It was a smile that was starting to make Abigale warm inside in the cold fall weather.

Abigale would try to make time in between work and her projects to hang out with Darian. Slowly a relationship began to bloom. They were hanging out with each other more. Laughing together. Sharing secrets. Abigale was even sharing her architectural projects.

"Your homes are beautiful," Darian pointed out as his eyes studied the drawings. "Each is different in its own way, but you also have a signature."

Looking at him surprised, she smiled. "What is my signature?"

"You have windows everywhere. Your rooms are very open and let in a lot of the light and nature that surrounds the outside, you bring it inside." His eyes glanced over at Abigale, who had her arms crossed and a wide smile painted on her face. He couldn't help but laugh as his arms surrounded her and he pulled her into a hug. "I am right, aren't I?"

"I love windows and nature, so yes, you are right." Abigale admitted as she looked up at him. There eyes locked as the room grew quiet and he held her. It was moments before Darian broke the silence.

"May I take out you out tomorrow night?" He asked. "I want to take you to a lovely dinner."

Surprised by the request, Abigale's eyes lit up with delight. "Yes!" She responded. "I would love to. I just need to call in tomorrow. I don't have anything important going on."

"Wonderful. I will pick you up tomorrow at six on the dot." Darian leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Dress warmly."

Just as she had said, Abigale called her secretary and canceled anything that was planned. It wasn't anything important, nothing her secretary couldn't handle herself. She was due for a well needed day off.

 


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