Lavi

[scrapdraught]

this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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[It's a natural reaction to have, he thinks, but the adamant way she says it 'you don't have to explain' takes him by surprise all the same. He opens his mouth to reply, probably something light -- just to take the edge off a situation that Camille is right to be upset by, but doesn't have to be -- at least not for him. He's totally fine!

And then his eye darts to the letters forming across her neck. after a bit, he taps his own neck in the same spot,]

...You don't have to either.

[even though he's curious, even though the words spark in his mind and remain there.]

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[Her head dips, eyes on him. Is he serious?

She touches her neck, mimicking the gesture and feeling no telling grooves. Whatever's written here can't be felt.

It feels rather like a personal fuck you. She's got a history with words. She doesn't need anything using it against her.]

What does it say?

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[He could lie. But he doesn't know Camille -- he wouldn't be able to think of something to say that would sound plausible. He could twist it into a joke, say something like 'bugs', but the ship to make a joke of it has sailed on. This is why it doesn't pay to be vulnerable -- it makes wearing a front even harder.

Camille had shown him kindness. And here he is, about to ruin her day.]

'A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.'

abandons lore reveal for affection week

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[The words hit harder than she expects. Her expression stays hard, implacable as stone.]

...Guess we're both in the shit, then.

[Camille looks away. Her stomach takes a giddy turn. Her skin hums, itches, abraded by the snug fit of her jeans.]

I'm gonna go have a lie down.