[She wonders about some things. He "expects" they know, not they definitely know. They'd been there in the memory with him, how could they not be aware? Something to do with time?
But then Gale was already dead before he got here, and living in Astarion's memory. So what the hell was the implication here?
No matter. When the question comes back around to her she has no better answer than he does. Camille shrugs.]
I was already on the mend from a total breakdown. [Which he'd seen. Discovering the teeth, Amma's arrest, her rendez-vous with the knife in the bathroom.] Cut out the liquor, the sharp objects. Hadn't touched a man in a year, really.
So. Keep floating I guess. Hope I hit land eventually. Or maybe a nice log to buoy me along.
[Camille wipes at her face. It's getting late. Her mind's still running but her body feels sluggish, lulled in by the crackling heat of the Pyre.]
I won't bother you again, though. You're not that pretty.
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scrapdraught) wrote2024-06-09 08:28 pm
when will this end CW: self harm mention
But then Gale was already dead before he got here, and living in Astarion's memory. So what the hell was the implication here?
No matter. When the question comes back around to her she has no better answer than he does. Camille shrugs.]
I was already on the mend from a total breakdown. [Which he'd seen. Discovering the teeth, Amma's arrest, her rendez-vous with the knife in the bathroom.] Cut out the liquor, the sharp objects. Hadn't touched a man in a year, really.
So. Keep floating I guess. Hope I hit land eventually. Or maybe a nice log to buoy me along.
[Camille wipes at her face. It's getting late. Her mind's still running but her body feels sluggish, lulled in by the crackling heat of the Pyre.]
I won't bother you again, though. You're not that pretty.
bans them from cw
... [ he hmms slightly. ] Well, in the nicest way possible my dear, I won't apologise for not letting you break your streak.
[ it would probably have been a very bad, very messy thing. for her and for him.
and then he scoffs. ]
I'm lovely actually. How rude. [ there's a little lilt there though. playing along. ]
finally free
[PROBABLY BAD. Emotionally and morally speaking.
She smiles, scrunches her nose and waggles a hand.]
Eh.
yahoo
[ both of you stop. and then he just snorts. ]
There's no accounting for taste.