[And lose she does. Her fingers give and the splinter goes, and then Aqua is on her.
Camille quakes, wide eyed and arms still raised to fight. They don't though. She just holds, shivering, stunned. The immediacy with which the other girl moved in made so little sense — and only to hug her. Not restrain or berate, not to hold down until she gave up. What, has she never took down a crazy person before?]
What do you mean? [Sorry. Sorry, to her or for her? God, is she fucking crying?] ...I...I didn't mean...
[Now look what she's done. You cause so much hurt.]
[ she's taken down plenty of crazy people before—she really doesn't think camille is one of them. a madman doesn't care what happens to others, but camille... all her hurt is turned inward, not out.
and aqua can see she's in pain, in ways deeper than a set of fresh scratches. ways more like the countless scars buried into her arm. (just how many does she have? how long has she had them?)
she's shivering so badly, aqua instinctively hugs her a little closer, like her warmth might chase away whatever chill's taken over her. ]
...Camille...
[ she doesn't know what to tell her. she doesn't know what she means. she doesn't think it's okay. she doesn't think that things will be better. she just reaches up to stroke her hair, instead. ]
Breathe, if you can. We're not going anywhere right now.
[The few times she's gotten interrupted it's been by tackles from orderlies or a desperate fight with Curry. That did turn to an embrace eventually. After thirty-some years someone finally thought she might need a hug.
Funny how it took a trip to another universe for someone other than Curry and Eileen to bother. Camille might be shaking more from the shock than the fight.
Aqua's hand comes to her hair. Her mother had stroked it gently, just before pumping her full of poison, the way she preferred all her daughters. Camille swallows. She lets her hands tip, light onto the back of Aqua's shoulders. Desperately unsure.]
I don't... I wasn't trying to cut. I don't want to anymore.
[She hasn't. She doesn't. The blood blooming now is familiar but in the way a seductive ex is. Deliciously bad news.
[ she nods against her, some of that uncertainty reflected in her posture. like if she holds her too tight, she'll break. and if she doesn't hold on tight enough, she'll fall.
she just wants for her to be okay. ]
You weren't. And you won't—it was an accident. I'm sorry I startled you.
[ gradually, she eases out of the hug so she can hold camille's hand between her own. she doesn't say anything just yet, just quietly brushes her thumbs against her palms. she doesn't ask what worrisome means. ]
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Camille quakes, wide eyed and arms still raised to fight. They don't though. She just holds, shivering, stunned. The immediacy with which the other girl moved in made so little sense — and only to hug her. Not restrain or berate, not to hold down until she gave up. What, has she never took down a crazy person before?]
What do you mean? [Sorry. Sorry, to her or for her? God, is she fucking crying?] ...I...I didn't mean...
[Now look what she's done. You cause so much hurt.]
I didn't mean to.
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and aqua can see she's in pain, in ways deeper than a set of fresh scratches. ways more like the countless scars buried into her arm. (just how many does she have? how long has she had them?)
she's shivering so badly, aqua instinctively hugs her a little closer, like her warmth might chase away whatever chill's taken over her. ]
...Camille...
[ she doesn't know what to tell her. she doesn't know what she means. she doesn't think it's okay. she doesn't think that things will be better. she just reaches up to stroke her hair, instead. ]
Breathe, if you can. We're not going anywhere right now.
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Funny how it took a trip to another universe for someone other than Curry and Eileen to bother. Camille might be shaking more from the shock than the fight.
Aqua's hand comes to her hair. Her mother had stroked it gently, just before pumping her full of poison, the way she preferred all her daughters. Camille swallows. She lets her hands tip, light onto the back of Aqua's shoulders. Desperately unsure.]
I don't... I wasn't trying to cut. I don't want to anymore.
[She hasn't. She doesn't. The blood blooming now is familiar but in the way a seductive ex is. Deliciously bad news.
She knows better. The distance has helped.]
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she just wants for her to be okay. ]
You weren't. And you won't—it was an accident. I'm sorry I startled you.
[ gradually, she eases out of the hug so she can hold camille's hand between her own. she doesn't say anything just yet, just quietly brushes her thumbs against her palms. she doesn't ask what worrisome means. ]
...We should get you some bandages.