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mathis claude. ([personal profile] cumulative) wrote2024-06-08 05:18 pm

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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-23 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [Camille looks away, pretending not to feel the turn of her stomach.] I barely realized what was happening on either side, then...

[Pow. Chaos.]

She was a sweet girl.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-24 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh god.

Camille swoops around him. Sets his head at her shoulder and her arms around his back. It's odd — she knows damn well this isn't her usual M.O., not even with crying kids. Something about this week yanks it out of her.

That said, Mathis was a walking heartache. She doesn't think she's ever seen him close to ease. It's hard to stand aside and do nothing about it.]


It's okay. It's okay, I've got you.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-24 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine. It's okay. [She rubs an arc at the side of his spine, easing the apologies down.] What was she trying to help you with?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-25 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
What, as friends?

[She wishes she'd taken more time to talk to the girl. She was peppy and personable, and therefore easy to dismiss. Camille honed in on hurts, misfits. The bent and battered ones.

Now Mathis is going even further into pieces and she can't do more than repeat cheap clichés to stop it. Without solid material it's hard to eulogize someone. Even a pretty young girl.]


What all did you get up to?