Camille Preaker ([personal profile] scrapdraught) wrote2024-06-08 12:36 pm

Marina Domek

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engraven: shibes. (156)

[personal profile] engraven 2024-06-30 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ her hands rest quietly on her narrow hips. the slash in her dress from the rogue sword swing gapes wide and reveals blue, the faint slivering of the blouse beneath in the faintest line. ]

Say what you will of her, but all this is... is a reaction to being backed into a corner - the snapping of teeth. And I'm not afraid to be bitten, so.

[ tightening her grip on the fabric. she straightens. ]

Camille. [ stepping closer. ] Camille, you can hear me, you must hear me. Okay...?
engraven: shibes. (062)

[personal profile] engraven 2024-06-30 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's you.

[ relief floods her voice, and then the kind of remorseful, wavering that doesn't feel like her usually. her hands shake a little as she drops them at her sides. ]

That's you, please don't go away again...
engraven: shibes. (062)

[personal profile] engraven 2024-06-30 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
I don't care.

This is exactly where I want to be right now.

I don't... it's not... I'm not leaving.
engraven: lowe. (070)

[personal profile] engraven 2024-07-01 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's stubborn, she remains here. ]

I know who you are... that's what I will hold onto, even if you can't remind yourself, I will do that for you. Because I know.

I've been there.

[ clenching her fists so tightly it hurts. ]

I won't leave you...