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Camille Preaker ([personal profile] scrapdraught) wrote 2024-06-23 11:22 pm (UTC)

[She hadn't meant to break skin. Honest to god. Then the door swung open and she startled, slipped.

Easy as pie.

Camille's head is swimming in the first two seconds of the intervention. She can only boggle at the younger woman, stiffen in her grip. Then reality hits: the sweet sting, the running blood, the panic in Aqua's eyes. All smothered in a sodden swaddle of shame.]


I'm fine.

[Pull out. Get away, get far away. Camille fights to get loose, splinter soaking in sweat as she clamps it in her fist.]

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