Lavi

[scrapdraught]

this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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[scrapdraught]

[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

[scrapdraught]

[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.