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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
...I did a little math, yeah.

[Hasn't wanted to think about it.]

Saw some clues that were suspicious, but nothing for sure.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been trying to help them with it, yeah.

[a dark cloud spawns over her head. She won't meet Laudna's gaze.]

If they really were involved, then it didn't work. Haven't had a chance to ask.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. But then again, maybe it did. Jury's still out.

They still don't want to hurt anyone. I'll tell you that much. It hasn't swallowed them whole yet.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you have something in mind?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
...You got a partner?

I'm "widowed" now, myself. I have to find someone else who's in the same boat.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fair enough.

Though imagining what might happen if they don't get a fix for this brings her back to that bleak, wasteland stretch she's been lying in since coming out of the swamp.

Since yesterday. Since returning. Since she lived through her own accusation. Further back than that, really. It's more like returning to old stomping grounds. I don't know how much more I can take.

Daan slipped. She's on the same road, just a few paces back.]


Well. If you find someone in my position who's hot to trot, set me up on a date with them. I'd use my wish for this.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I plan on asking them a few things myself. I can let you know the verdict?
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Cw: eye gore side effects

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-15 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her mouth twists. It's hard to breathe, just considering it. Imagining.]

Yeah. Just more dogs to put down.

[Cats.

Camille shivers. Blinks fast, but not enough to hold back the fresh tears. One track blooms out over the side of her cheek. The other?]


Shit.

[She leans down, uselessly cupping the bandage at her lost eye, hissing through the burgeoning sobs. Did you know that tears are made in the eyelid and can pool in the socket while it is still healing?]

God that stings.