[ she doesn't expect it, being pulled in, but when she does, there's a thing that violently leaves her like a release. like someone's pulled a lever and the dam's all broken. there's a heavy noise from inside of her before she breaks and just lets out a sob. it's soft at first, and she can't remember the last time she actually cried.
noroomfortheselfnoroomfortheselfnoroom—well she made room, damn it.
and she'll cry. she can feel the wetness and presses her cheek gently to camille's before burying herself into her shoulder and winding arms around her to tightly clutch her back. she shakes. ]
S'just a memory... it's a memory...
[ softer: ]
We're okay... [ not delusional: we're not okay, but we're okay as long as we're here for this moment. this is the meaning behind it. ]
Marina fits snugly into her arms. They're of a height for it, no strain to bend, no struggle to put a chin on a shoulder and let it out. Camille strokes her hair as they stand entwined, her pounding heart winding down to a humble thrum.]
[ quietly, chin on her shoulder, a slow steady stroking in circular motions along her back in turn. she tilts to press her cheek against her quietly. ]
[It makes sense. After that warping torment, what else was left to save?
Yet Marina stands here whole. Much less a cadaver than Laudna, but resurrected just the same. The tragedy and the shock of it are twisted together. Her mundane brain grasps for logistics first.]
[ she pulls away slightly, and the material of her outfit today is enough that she just has to undo the ribbon at her throat and unbutton one or two buttons on her shirt, peeling away the fabric to show a symbol, carved in, but since healed near the front of her shoulder. the very one her body had forced her to carve into herself. ]
No, I understand. Though — they might be able to shed some light on what it means for you to be here. Or what might happen if...
[No. Not now. Camille swallows, brushes a hair behind the young woman's ear.]
I don't understand these things. Nothing like it where I'm from. But if I can help you, or you want to talk, what the fuck else do I have to do around here?
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sometimes you are miserable gals. together.
noroomfortheselfnoroomfortheselfnoroom—well she made room, damn it.
and she'll cry. she can feel the wetness and presses her cheek gently to camille's before burying herself into her shoulder and winding arms around her to tightly clutch her back. she shakes. ]
S'just a memory... it's a memory...
[ softer: ]
We're okay... [ not delusional: we're not okay, but we're okay as long as we're here for this moment. this is the meaning behind it. ]
OUR misery, comrade
[Despite everyone's best efforts.
Marina fits snugly into her arms. They're of a height for it, no strain to bend, no struggle to put a chin on a shoulder and let it out. Camille strokes her hair as they stand entwined, her pounding heart winding down to a humble thrum.]
How did you make it out of there?
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[ quietly, chin on her shoulder, a slow steady stroking in circular motions along her back in turn. she tilts to press her cheek against her quietly. ]
That's... the end.
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Yet Marina stands here whole. Much less a cadaver than Laudna, but resurrected just the same. The tragedy and the shock of it are twisted together. Her mundane brain grasps for logistics first.]
How? You're here now.
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[ she pulls away slightly, and the material of her outfit today is enough that she just has to undo the ribbon at her throat and unbutton one or two buttons on her shirt, peeling away the fabric to show a symbol, carved in, but since healed near the front of her shoulder. the very one her body had forced her to carve into herself. ]
This thing.
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Her eyes flick up again, searching Marina's.]
Have you talked to Laudna about this? Or Gale?
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I don't want to come back as... that. I think I'm better off as I am, whatever happens to me.
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[No. Not now. Camille swallows, brushes a hair behind the young woman's ear.]
I don't understand these things. Nothing like it where I'm from. But if I can help you, or you want to talk, what the fuck else do I have to do around here?