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scrapdraught
2024-06-14 11:40 am (UTC)
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[Oh, god. Mama would eat him right up.
She shivers, pulling away a moment.]
Let me grab you a blanket.
[She moves. Here, quickly. A barrier between them, settled prettily over his frail shoulders.]
Mathis, can you answer something for me?
[Gentle comes her hand, delicate atop the blanket.]
You got my name written on you.
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cumulative
2024-06-14 04:46 pm (UTC)
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Your... name?
[he hardly seems aware of the blanket, but reflexively pulls it around himself anyway. a barrier, a form of safety, a little warmth; he's still a little distant when he speaks, not quite focused.]
I... I'm sorry, I can't r-remember... what it is.
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scrapdraught
2024-06-16 04:55 pm (UTC)
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[Well then.]
It's Camille.
[He's running cold, but she presses the back of her palm to his forehead.]
Are you feeling dizzy?
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cumulative
2024-06-16 05:46 pm (UTC)
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C... Camille-
[she presses her hand to his head, and his breath hitches, eyes wide. a little fearful, a little uncertain.
please don't kill me, camille-!
but this isn't...
that isn't his face. that isn't his voice.]
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scrapdraught
2024-06-16 06:50 pm (UTC)
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Yeah. Camille Preaker. We met just this week.
[He looks petrified. Okay, hand is gone, hands off, hands up in the peace motion.]
What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost.
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cumulative
2024-06-16 07:09 pm (UTC)
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M-my... Camille is my... brother's name.
[still a little out of it, from how distant his tone is.]
He was... killed. He-
[mathis blinks, then frowns.]
No, he isn't... I don't-
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scrapdraught
2024-06-17 02:34 am (UTC)
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[His brother?
First time she's heard it used for a man. Not like it's a common one to begin with.]
Hey, hey...
[She risks a reach again. Same shoulder. Very light, very brush-offable.]
It's okay. We're far away from all that.
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cumulative
2024-06-17 04:12 am (UTC)
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We're.... r-right. That's right. He isn't... here, is he...?
[this is somewhere else. somewhere distant.
mathis is still out of it, but the touch is fine. he doesn't pull away, letting her.]
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scrapdraught
2024-06-17 01:16 pm (UTC)
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No. No, he's not.
[Camille lets it turn into a rub then, slow and thoughtful. Something grounding as the kid drifts back from the stratosphere.]
It's just you and me right now, Mathis. He's gone.
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She shivers, pulling away a moment.]
Let me grab you a blanket. [She moves. Here, quickly. A barrier between them, settled prettily over his frail shoulders.]
Mathis, can you answer something for me? [Gentle comes her hand, delicate atop the blanket.] You got my name written on you.
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[he hardly seems aware of the blanket, but reflexively pulls it around himself anyway. a barrier, a form of safety, a little warmth; he's still a little distant when he speaks, not quite focused.]
I... I'm sorry, I can't r-remember... what it is.
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It's Camille.
[He's running cold, but she presses the back of her palm to his forehead.]
Are you feeling dizzy?
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[she presses her hand to his head, and his breath hitches, eyes wide. a little fearful, a little uncertain.
please don't kill me, camille-!
but this isn't...
that isn't his face. that isn't his voice.]
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[He looks petrified. Okay, hand is gone, hands off, hands up in the peace motion.]
What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost.
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[still a little out of it, from how distant his tone is.]
He was... killed. He- [mathis blinks, then frowns.] No, he isn't... I don't-
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First time she's heard it used for a man. Not like it's a common one to begin with.]
Hey, hey... [She risks a reach again. Same shoulder. Very light, very brush-offable.] It's okay. We're far away from all that.
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[this is somewhere else. somewhere distant.
mathis is still out of it, but the touch is fine. he doesn't pull away, letting her.]
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[Camille lets it turn into a rub then, slow and thoughtful. Something grounding as the kid drifts back from the stratosphere.]
It's just you and me right now, Mathis. He's gone.