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 ⠀ ░፝֟֯   the  words stung, sinking  into his skin like ink into paper.   was this pointless ?  to chase after something he clearly couldn't  have.   `  (  I was  terrified .  )   `   he  answered,   hand  clutching  at  his  aching  chest.   `  (   terrified  I  was  lying  to  myself ;   that  I  would lose it if I acknowledged it.   )   `   his  gaze would flicker to the ground,  unable to even lift his head in fear the man before him would be gone by  the  time  he  was  done.    `  (   all  my  life  things  were   ripped  away  from  me.  I  didn't  want that to happen  with  you .   )   `   he  sighed,  shaking  his  head  at  himself.  sudden  doubt  raced  over  him  in  waves  of  embarrassment.   `  (    I've  realised  now .. that  you  won't  go  anywhere,  and  all my confliction  only  ended up pushing you  away.   )  `   taking  an  almost  unnoticeable  breath,  camellia  stepped  forward,  hands  reaching  out  -   left  hand  gingerly  resting  upon a pale  cheek and  the  other  shyly  taking  a few  gloved  fingers  into  his,  not  too confident  to  grasp his whole  hand.    `   (   i  want  to  tell  you.   you  can  walk  away  after,  and  I'll  never  chase  you  again.  I'll  go  home.  Just,  please,  let  me  say  what  I  came  here  to.  )   `  
            
            @buryhimgone 

@shaIIowd      `      [    vlayd had to use every fibre of his being to not load his gun,  a ceaseless amount of terrorism inside his body had him reeling.  rage spills from his gaze and onto camellia,  a scoff escaping.    ]    what made you gain confidence now?  cam,  seriously,  it might have been better for you if you had just stayed home.  

     ░፝֟֯      there  was  so  many  words  piling  onto  his  tongue,  begging  to  be  said  in  the  very  moment  he  had  laid  eyes  of  vlayd.  his  chest  heaved,  looking  over  his  shoulder  cautiously  before  taking a  step  forward.   `  (  I  shouldn't  have  hesitated .   )   `   he  started, hand  twitching  to  reach  out  to  the  blond  before  him.    `   (    I  should  have  been  more  confident with  you  --   with  everything  about  us.   )    `   
            
            @buryhimgone 

 My brain is friieeddd

       ░፝֟֯      `   (   ah --  !  )   `   he  hisses,  heart spiking  in its  rate  for a brief  moment  as  panic  settled  in.  Though,  the  quiet  sorrys were  enough  for  him  to  swallow  down  his  uprising  fear.     `   (    no ,  I  ...  still  have  things  I  need  to  do.    )   ` 
            
            @buryhimgone 

@shaIIowd    `     [    being spoken to in such a tone has him tense up.  fingers tug accidentally at his hair,  unable to prevent it although he whispers a hushed apology.  loosening his grip again as he chuckles.    ]    is that a request?  just say the word,  cam.  i can kill for you.

 ⠀ ░፝֟֯     `  (   you  don't  think I've  been  alone  long   enough  to  know?   )   `     it  came  across  harsher  than  intended,   almost  hurt  by  the subtle  doubt  thrown  his  way.    `  (  Sorry  -   I  didn't  mean ..  )  `   immediately ,  he  would  apologise,  drawing a defeated  sigh and  sinking  further  into  himself.    he  closed  his  eye,  laying  the  weight  of  his  head  into  the  secure,  soapy  palms  of  the  other.   `   (   if  only  you  could  do  that  to  him  instead.   )   `  
            
               ፝֟֯ᝯׁ    ░       @buryhimgone      ❞

@buryhimgone      ❞      I  would  like  that,  too .   「  appraisal joins his tone,  shoulders  straightening up a little bit  more. 」   I  don't  want  to  track  mud  everywhere.    「  he  states  simply.  」   off  they  go ! 

@shaIIowd,    i can do it more often.    [    vlayd offers simplicity to camellia's overcomplexity.  the ginger makes an attempt to reply shortly,  appeasing to the blue—haired individual's every request.  or,  at least,  subtle request.  a hum,    ]    we're here.  you can leave your shoes on,  or do as you please.

@buryhimgone       ❞       wonderful .   「    humming,  he  followed  along  back  to  the  estranged  housing,   leaning into  the  hand  secure  around  his  waist.  」   I  quite  like  this.     「  he  commented,  giving a little  tap  to  the latter's  hand.  」 

@buryhimgone       ❞      「  it's  always  so  satisfying  when  he  turns  to   putty,   always  so  adoringly  sweet.  his  own  self  melted  into  the  latter,   smiling  into  the  eternal  affection  they  shared.   eventually,  they  would  have  to  part  for  air,  and  camellia  does  so  with  a very  satisfied,  cheeky  smile.  」    I'll  try  my  best  to  stay  out  of  your  work,  hm? 

@shaIIowd,     [    like a dog,  he listens well.  his head tilts,  and his eyes are wide,  innocent.  then he finally catches on as lips ghost his and the finger trails against it.  it has his throat dry,  and soon he's leaning and pressing forward until their lips connect.  hands go up to cup his jaw and then his cheeks,  squeezing a little as they kiss for what felt like ages.  as if the two of them would fade away if they didn't do it this way.    ]

@buryhimgone     ❞      「  his  demaour  changes  once  again,  a  toothy  grin  parting  his  lips.   he  gladly  follows  the  guiding  hand  back  to  the familiar,  handsome  face before  him.   if  he  was  not  so  composed ,  he  would  have  swooned  at  the - according to cam -   honey  laced  murmur.   」   well  since  you  asked  so  nicely,   I'll  give  you  a  hint.     「   once  again,  he  found  a  welcome  in  their  closeness ,  glossy  lips  gingerly  tickling a pink  ear.   」    I  have  a  big,   secret  weakness,  and  it's  /incredibly/  close.    「   index  runs  along a bottom lip,  ghosting  it  before  disappearing back over  a shoulder comfortably draped.  」 

we r sometimes alive yes (hi omg)

         `       @tueuses         oh,  thank  god.      *  a  smile  cosies  onto  her  lips,   a  delicate  hand  dipping  into  her  coat  pocket  and  taking  out  a  white  handkerchief.    she  begins  to  tidy  up  her  lover.   *       it's  alright,   I'll   get  rid  of  it  for  you.  

go*

@paonne          no,  it’s not mine.   [  she shook her head,  closing her eyes to forget the smell of clean cut metal.  perhaps to shake off any ounce of guilt that her little heart could feel.  ]   is it a lot?  i’ll Go and grab a cloth.

         `    @tueuses               it's  not  like  you  had a  choice.    *   she  laughs.   *     it  has  been ..  warm.   Your  family  is  lovely,  but  it  does  take  some  getting  used  to.

@paonne         i’ll spend time with you tonight and tomorrow,  i have more than enough time to say hello to my parents and siblings later this week.  how have you been settling in fontaine?

       `   @tueuses                everyone  has  been  asking  about  you,   they'll  be  happy to  see  you.   I'm   happier,  though.