scrapdraught | Astarion Ancunin

[The church offers little in the way of comfort, but it is a closed door. That's all Camille needs.

The glowing words died down the second she entered, as though sensing they would be thwarted. Her breathing slows. She leans against the door with both hands, regaining her calm.

Then she turns and finds a whole ass man is there.]

...Hey.

[Breaking and entering!!! Does he need an invitation to enter the animal crossing houses

Camille strolls in with only minimal caution. She plucks a picture off a dresser, then sets it face down.]

Hm. More goats. [Terrible. Even if these ones are much cuter than the one in the church.] Seems like whoever lived here has split. Smells a bit stale.

[ hi kabby, i'm forcing you into a pc. ]

Alright my dear, what was all that about?

[ THE DOG??? ]

[She is, shockingly, at the beach. Boots off and toes in the sand, letting her feet sink.

Her head turns when she hears footsteps, squinting up to spy the nighttime stroller.]

Guess I'm not the only morbid insomniac around here.

[perhaps they will find the pickles parts if they look hard enough.]

[The theatre is empty. Who wants to visit a place where death hit twice?

It's a fact Camille is counting on as she runs her fingers over the broken planks of the stage. There — a sturdy splinter. Three inches long with an unforgiving point, sturdy base.

She pries it loose and scoots to the edge of the stage, breathing thin. She pulls her sleeve back and finds a word to trace. Just trace. It's fine to follow the lines.

Babydoll. Cherry. Ripe. Fix. Senseless and feminine picks. Or there's the longer and crueler ones, like duplicitous, or wicked. More fitting words for the situation are carved in less accessible places. She shouldn't remove her jeans to rewrite wretched along the back of her thigh, and she'd need a mirror for useless, which curved under her left shoulder blade.

Worrisome. That works. Along the forearm, easy to see and cover. Smaller text swarms it on every side, coming up to the wrist, but that one had been cut in when she had more space to spare.

Camille is dragging the splinter along the second R when the door opens.]

[ me, yesterday, like a fool: haha this is funny but you won't know if i don't survive until memshare.
mods: PSYCHE.

anyway, we dive right in. enjoy ]

[ anyway you have no say in this it's pc time is she in her little naughty baby jail or is she roaming the village, totally fine? (no) ]

[It's late at night. Wherever Astarion is staying (hopefully alone) there will be a sudden knock at his door.]

[ he is all debated out and has found a corner of the academy library to hide away in. for now. ]

I never want to think about the ocean that much ever again.

[ me sitting on a response for the other thread and you CAME BACK TO LIFE AAAA HI KABBY. where'd she at did she get another ice cream at least. ]

Welcome back is in order, I see.

[ i genuinely had to sit here like

welp. typing in week 4.

anyway. astarion's probably somewhere outside. did camille get her eye sorted? ]

[Godmodding the other thread to end well and allowing hugpocalypse to commence

They're in the shopping district, looking for food? Clothes? Books? Everything and anything? Unbidden, her arm winds into his.

She pauses.]

I'm ready for this curse to fucking die.

[He's one in a million....

Where is Astarion Camille will look for him, exhausted but extremely concerned. Arms folded and looking down at his beleaguered self.]

Well?

[ he’s looking at this cake like

hm. ]

They did their best, I suppose.

[Puts them at the Lakeside Amusement Park. The scenery does little to alleviate the low-lying apprehension thrumming off her, as well as the constant pit of depression. Fun times for anyone who wanders too close.]

I heard the people here can influence what shows up here. Did they miss the other theme park that much?

[Her gaze has not so subtly lingered on the ferris wheel. :weary:]

[ get them out of here aaaa ]

So. How does it feel to have defeated an admittedly rather miserable god?

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