camille

[undread]

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[Frankly, she deserved it. Camille's already stiff and feeling low. The childlike way Laudna spits it out doesn't help.]

Me neither. [She teethes the inside of her lip and folds her arms around her middle, looking to the side.] I just dropped off flowers for her. I'll catch her later, maybe.

[The air sits thick between them. Camille chances a look back, gut quailing]

Is that why you said if I touched you, I'd regret it?

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[hmm. she's a little uncertain how to answer.]

I don't want to be a victim. I'm not a good choice, because I'm dangerous, too.

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[Camille's mouth goes dry.]

I don't want to make you a victim.

[And not just because she believes it. The woman is unhinged, and has a past unspeakable — but she's not bad. Not really.]

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Good.

[well. she feels a little better about that, at least.]

I don't bear any ill will towards vampires, really, but I grew up in a place with some rather nasty ones.

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[Ah.]

Multipack variety of the undead. I see. [She wets her lips, chancing a step closer as she glances around. No eavesdroppers, right?]

I can't blame you, you know. Especially if you've had bad run-ins in the past. Things like that stick with you.

[undread]

Oh? Are you familiar, then?

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[?]

With vampires? Only in stories.

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Oh.

[she sounded, for a moment, like she knew what she was talking about.]

They aren't only in stories.

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[Sure aren't!!!]

So I've been learning, yeah. [She smiles, though it's a bit pained.] Sorry to disappoint you. I'd like to hear more about them though.

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You haven't disappointed me.

[she is honestly relieved.]

I'm glad that you weren't something so different from what you seem to be.

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[Huh. It helps to hear out loud, but it makes her laugh a little.]

A burnt out bitch creeping towards middle age?

[undread]

Oh, yes! After all, we're quite similar in that regard, except that concepts such as "middle age" don't exactly apply to me.

[scrapdraught]

Right. [She grins now, shaking her head. Then reaches out, squeezing the other woman's shoulder.] I'll let you know how that goes for me. Give you all the deets on what you're missing out on.

[undread]

[she seems surprised to have her shoulder squeezed, but then puts her hand on the hand and pats pats.]

And I can tell you what it's like to die.

[scrapdraught]

Wonderful.

[Honestly, that might be a relief. She laughs, withdrawing the hand to slip back into her pockets.]

Thanks Laudna. It's never a dull moment with you.