Karlach

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w0, SATURDAY 2

[ablazement]

[she's hard to find tonight! but. she can be found in the mortuary basement, if carmille would look. she's curled up in the corner, glowing soft.]

[scrapdraught]

[Well i have no real reason for Camille to be there so I suppose she is looking for Karlach, specifically. Their space heater!!!!

She treads softly down the steps and spies the glow. Her heart seizes for a moment, before she remembers.]

Karlach?

[ablazement]

[she looks up - her eyes probably glow in the dark a little because technically she has darkvision it's just nerfed. like a cat.

she blinks, and then - sniffs, rubbing at her face, and smiles.]

Oh - hey. How's - you okay?

[scrapdraught]

[Oh, baby girl...baby...]

I'm fine. Fine as can be, after everything.

[She'll take her time down the steps, joining the other woman in darkness.]

...You're hiding out, aren't you?

[ablazement]

[she shifts to make it a little lighter in the room by uncovering her glow a bit more.

a beat, and then:]

Hah. Maybe. [now that she's a little closer, carmille might see that karlach is holding a little wooden figurine. it looks remarkably like karlach herself.]

Figured nobody was in the mood to see brooding, so.

[scrapdraught]

[The effigy catches her eye. Her eyes flick up to Karlach's, who sits reflective and bright in the grim and dim cellar.

She moves to take a seat at her side.]

Well unfortunately for you, I happen to enjoy a good brooding. Especially if it's well earned.

[She pauses.]

You seemed close.

[Close as you can be after a week, anyway.]

[ablazement]

[she makes room! she uncurls, and takes a deep breath.]

... We had a lot in common. Have. Will have had. Tenses, right? Hard to get the right one when it's like they're already gone. [...] Seems a bit silly to be this upset after a week.

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It's not.

[Camille's hand comes to Karlach's. It looks stupid in proportion, like a toddler patting his mother for attention, but she rubs her thumb over the warm skin. Present.]

It's not stupid to get attached. Even if only for a short while. Especially if you're finding common ground straight out the gate. [She smiles.] He could be a charming guy. I get it.

[ablazement]

[that... helps. it really does. touch always grounds her, so when camille touches her hand, she loosens a little.]

I don't think it's stupid either, really. That's the whole point, isn't it? The whole point of living. Connections.

[or at least, she thinks so.]

Gods. Charmed by a metal man who can't swear, almost the fucking complete opposite of me. [huff.]

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[She smiles, empathetic, squeezing that big hand.]

I can't forking believe it myself.

[Bad taste. But Karlach is a bouyant person, aesthetics aside.]

For what it's worth, it's probably not wholly him. I can't pretend to understand this possession bullshit, but even in private he was very... [Camille trails off, looking to the shadowed wall. What right does she have to speak on the man? They shared maybe one rounded conversation, the rest was in passing or cut short.

Still. He'd stopped her from leaving the theatre with damning words across her back. Speaks to a better man than he was playing at tonight.]

Well. That cowboy act wasn't all there was to him. He's a bigger man than whatever happened to him that night.

[ablazement]

[they can hold hands for a bit she kind of wants to do that honestly.

the little joke makes her snort, at least.]

In private he was a sweetheart. [she'll just say it.] Didn't want the kids to get in trouble. He saw some of the shit written on me and he was... nice about it. He was so nice about it. You wouldn't expect it.

[she rubs at her face a bit.]

The two-bit villain thing was so far away from... it was like what a stranger might think he'd act like if they'd just saw him.

[scrapdraught]

[Oh good. It'd crush her if she stepped on her toes right now.]

Yeah. Same here.

[She takes a breath. Swallows, letting her head clunk back against the wall.]

I honestly though he acted like a cartoon from the get-go. Uh — cartoon's a type of entertainment for kids. Lots of exaggerated characters, total divorce from reality.

I walked away from him the first night we got here, much the same as I did to you. I kind of regret not making more effort now. Considering.

[ablazement]

[she glances over at her, and there's a tiny little smile.]

Pretty apt, though, yeah? The language thing made him seem like a weirdo. [...] I don't blame you though. You got here and had a rough go of it, Camille, I could see it.

[...]

We had a good talk about hearts. I don't know if I would've looked twice if he hadn't brought it up.

[scrapdraught]

[Camille smiles.]

Who's had a good run of it here?

[point them out to her.]

Because you both have artificial ones?

[ablazement]

[silence, for a minute, and then:]

Sort of. [...] His is real, still. Mine's not. Funny coincidence.

Guess that was sort of our little secret. Mind not telling anybody?

[scrapdraught]

[How about that? Polar opposites, in everything but disposition.]

...Karlach, who the fuck would I want to tell?

[Camille squeezes her hand and lets her head fall against her arm.]

Your secrets are safe with me.

[ablazement]

[a huff of an amused sound.]

No idea. Just... one of those things, you know.

[karlach adjusts, resting her head against camille's.]

Thanks. [for that, but also for being here.]