[now tell me why dreamwidth is telling me i have 100 tags in my inbox and still has the audacity to delete this one]
Cloud.
["Karlach's" face falls, demoralized.
Then it falls for real. Camille Preaker is here, ragged as a hurricane survivor, hollow and wet in the eyes. The only colour in her face are the bitter blotches around her eyes and a frayed patch at each cheek. She never was a pretty crier.
When she speaks its as if someone raked her throat with sandpiper. She's been crying too long and too loud for anything else.]
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w2, SATURDAY
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Please make yourself comfortable...
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Don't - gods. Camille. [sorry she's just going to like, cry. sorry!!! she just can't stop the stupid exhausted tears that drip down her face.]
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Hey now, none of that! It's really not necessary.
Can't we have just a little smile?
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You don't want one from me right now. It'll be bad.
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[Laudna skitters a little closer. this is concerning!]
What's the matter?
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Wonder if this is always how you feel. That you can't be you.
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I'm worried about you.
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she just - FROWNS. frowns. real bad.]
That's unnerving. Fun. [...] I know you're in there. Just glad there's not a way for you to hurt yourself.
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["Karlach's" head bobs back.]
I wouldn't hurt myself. I hurt...
[Then her eyes drift. To the side, chasing a slow-moving phantom.]
I hurt...
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Cloud, I think. That's what they said.
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Cloud.
["Karlach's" face falls, demoralized.
Then it falls for real. Camille Preaker is here, ragged as a hurricane survivor, hollow and wet in the eyes. The only colour in her face are the bitter blotches around her eyes and a frayed patch at each cheek. She never was a pretty crier.
When she speaks its as if someone raked her throat with sandpiper. She's been crying too long and too loud for anything else.]
I don't know why. It just...had to happen.
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Yeah. Yeah, it just... takes over, by what I've heard. [she says quietly.] I'm sorry. You don't deserve this.