Jet Black Heart

Camilla Reddy ❝See a war, I wanna fight it. See a match, I wanna strike it. Every fire I’ve ignited has faded to grey. Caught up in a moment, can you see inside? 'Cause I’ve got a jet black heart And there’s a hurricane underneath it Trying to keep us apart. ❞

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ofsalvation‌:

After ordering a cup of coffee and some toast for himself, the former vampire had taken a seat at one of the many tables in the Mystic Grill, and settled himself to looking through school prospectuses. He didn’t notice as the seat at the table over from his was taken until a surprise exclamation left him with the piece of toast he’d been eating dropping onto his table, and then, the floor. “Damn it!” he said, and quickly picked up the food from the floor, dropping it back onto his plate. It wasn’t until what she’d said actually registered in his mind that Stefan began to crack a smile. He watched, amused, as the woman continued to drink and raised an eyebrow at her. “You know, you could.. stop.. drinking it?”

Camilla heard the commotion from the table beside her but didn’t give it a second though until the boy was talking to her. She turned in her seat and eyed the boy. Taking another sip purposefully as he told her to stop drinking it. the warm coffee heating up her cold insides. “That’s not possible. To stop drinking would mean admitting defeat and I refuse to let a cup of coffee win.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she grinned wide. Her eyes sizing up the boy at the next table. She glanced briefly between the boy and his food and smiled even wider. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to play with your food?” She teased jovially.

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bloodxborn‌:

     words are only ignored as dimitri looked at the femme , arms holding the human in place ; who surely looked like they were gonna pass out. “   honestly - no warnings. or talks. if you’re gonna start having a rant about how d a n g e r o u s it is to feed in the open , keep it to yourself. i’ve heard it all.   ” attention is now focused upon the mortal figure standing on the other end of the alleyway , a single brow arching as he couldn’t help but to laugh , blood trickling down his chin. he’s amused , found it absolutely h i l a r i o u s , especially the mortals face.it looked like she’d just seen a ghost. then again he’s the closest thing there is to one , he’s after all - d e a d.

       just like the mortal within s e c o n d s. “   shit this is like some next level hitchcock thing -   ” dimitri laughed shaking his head. “   psycho meets ninja turtles ?? who are you ?? some ninja or something ?? ” first appearing out of fucking nowehre , and now throwing knives - but his gaze follows the knife suddenly back in her hand , his brows knitting together - “   okay i’m confused. what a r e you , some marcial arts witch ??   ” it might sound like he’s joking the fuck around , but he was not. he’s serious - is just as surprised as he seemed. “   i’m fine - actually full.   ” it’s why he snaps the human’s neck next , that of course after he’s had another sip. “  what’s a whitelighter , never heard of those - honestly.  ”

Camilla could care less about the vamp snacking in public accept for the fact that it messed with her plans. She had know the foolish future whitelighter would take one look at him, blood pouring down his chin and want to run. He was kind of terrifying if it weren’t for the fact that she often had roommates who were actual demons.

She couldn’t help but crack a smile when he commented her being some mutant ninja turtle. It was one of the best comparisons she had gotten over the years. Mostly she got called jet black hearted bitch. Femme Fetale, which tended to irritate her more than anything really. “Sorry to burst your bubble but I’m going to have to go with D; none of the above.” She taunted but the smile remained on her lips. “Count yourself lucky. whitelighters are a bunch of arrogant self righteous pricks.” the words left her sounding harsher and more bitter then she had meant but there really was no hiding Camilla’s hatred for the other half. “But they can make your life pretty difficult if they find you here.” She explained walking closer to the vamp in as nonthreatening way as she could. He might have thrown a wrench in her plans tonight but she didn’t think any being deserved what whitelighters did to those they felt unworthy. “So you should skedaddle”

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ofprodigalson‌:

«SUIT YOURSELF.» Chris told her, watching her in skepticism, before he brought his own mug to his lips to empty half of it. «I suppose that is true.» There were worse ways to die — not to mention that, yes, he knew Camilla would always prefer to save herself. It seemed to be in the nature of demonic creatures ; They did not have it in them to depend on others, unless they absolutely had to. In that case they were not above manipulating their way into safety, but he did not want to think about it now. He didn’t want to feel even worse for letting her live. For giving into her, time and time again. Maybe he was the idiot, not Wyatt.

His eyes wandered back to her face when she took his words the wrong way — on purpose, he assumed. «Of course. Absolutely.» The whitelighter witch announced while he suppressed a roll of his eyes. «Let’s move in together, get married and have three beautiful children. The whole killing each other thing is getting a little old, don’t you think?»

Camilla arched her brow and tilted her head with enough attitude it practically screamed ‘bitch, please’. Chris could judge her and her drinking habits all he wanted and his commentary on this was just as unwanted on his commentary about her life style.

The words leaving Chris’ mouth was giving her anxiety. despite the fact that she knew the boy didn’t feel that way, even the idea of having kids gave her the heebie jeebies that she just couldn’t shake. “I think you are writing checks my vagina can not cash. Three kids seriously, are you going to be pushing them out?” She exclaimed, joking and prodding at the tender spots in Chris’s Armour while she pretended not be to shaken to her core at the thought of her being a mother. Kids were never going to happen for her, especially with anyone with a good side. Her parents deaths had proven to Camilla those things don’t work out. “For someone who claims to be tired of playing the game you sure are good at the taunting and teasing.” She said leaning her hand on her hand as she leaned over the counter a bit. “I think secretly you like the games we play, more then that I think you long for them because I’m not like the girls anyone would have chosen for you.” she mused. She could be wrong but she was certain she wasn’t or else why would he still be here. 

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uedaforrest‌:

“The last state in the Union.” Ueda acknowledged. “It’s exciting alright.” Ueda may or may have not stopped a couple of oiling companies in the location. Ueda yawned. “I’ve been stumped in my writing so I thought  change in location would be helpful.” 

Ueda tilted his head. “I understand. It might be too personal to ask a stranger anyway.” Ueda knew that people talking to strangers might not always be easy.”But I’m still sitting here to get a mediocure breakfast.”Ueda smiled. “Feel free to ask me anything about Hawaii.” 

Hawaii being the last state in the union made sense to Camilla but she couldn’t have said that she knew that as fact until the boy admitted it to her. She hadn’t finished Freshman year and the last time she tried to recall anything she learned from school she had gotten a head ache so bad she promised herself to never do that again. So she simply nodded her head to avoid looking like the dunce she was when it came to facts and book learning. “You are a writer?” she asked with an arch of her brow. Suddenly it made sense to her why the man was trying to get her to talk about herself. “That explains why you are trying to get me to spill my darkest secrets.” She teased. A glimmer of real amusement in her dark amber eyes.

Camilla eyes his breakfast and grimaced slightly. Whatever he had ordered did not look appetizing at all. It looked like a hot mess. “If only my place was unpacked and full of groceries I could make you something decent so you wouldn’t be force to eat whatever that it.”

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cursedxviola‌:

viola was sat in the grill, she was interested to see the towns favorite spot and being a big city girl from new orleans it was easy to say she was less than impressed with her order, the service, and all around atmosphere of the dinky place. hearing the woman’s comment she looks up, nodding her head. “trust me, everything else is just as bad.. or at least the pancakes and tea anyways.”

Camilla glanced over at the girls plate and almost wished she didn’t. She might be a bit of a snob coming from a place like San Francisco but this whole place just seemed lack luster. The town it’s self wasn’t bad but the Grill was disappointing. “Damn.” Camilla replied. “I might have to open up a little coffee shop-slash-cafe just to show these people what good food and drinks taste like.” She complained not even trying to lower her voice or mask her disappointment.

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Camilla followed the rules in her family after her mother and father died. She tried to be the perfect pseudo daughter since her aunts and uncles were basically forced to take her. So she followed the rules, except when it came to her darklighter powers. She didn’t understand how they were as bad as her family bad them out to be. It wasn’t like she was dark. And the powers were only bad if she used them for bad things. Looking back on it now she realized how stupidly idealistic she had been.

She had a whitelighter. He was practically forced on her and neither of them like the arrangement. His rules were even worse then the rules her aunts and uncles had for her and he never seemed to be around when she actually needed him. It was fair to say he dropped the ball when it came to Camilla.

By the age of ten, Camilla was apart of a small coven of kids her own age, lead by Aunt Bea who help the younger witches hone their natural talents. Camilla loved the other boys and girls who were in her coven. they actually thought Camilla’s darklighter powers were pretty cool. Being with them was the only time Camilla didn’t feel like the 2 sides of her were fighting a battle no one could possibly win.

She had a crush on one of the boys. He was about 4 years older then her and pretty much the de facto leader of the group but she loved him in the way anyone in middle school can love someone. She thought he hung the stars and was so powerful. He was so sweet with her. He knew about her little crush on him and was so kind with her feelings. But then he died and Camilla was devastated. He was barely 18 and it broke Camilla in a way that there was no coming back from. She spiraled down a path she couldn’t come back from.

She sought revenge as did the rest of her coven but for Camilla it felt personal, because the being that killed Him teased Camilla with information about her mother.

Her mother was the one thing her family refused to talk about. The only thing Camilla knew about her own mother was that she was a darklighter. Camilla lost control of her she had become in order to get information about her mother. When she was finally able to corner the being that Killed Eddy she unleashed her full darklighter powers. Suddenly her former coven didn’t think her powers were so cool. She wasn’t doing anything more then she use to show off with but it was the anger inside her that scared everyone around her. The anger and bitterness she felt at missing out on things she should have to miss out with. After that incident her family watched her even closer. making sure she was never alone.

Another darklighter stole into her dreams. Aunt Ai’uan who talked with Camilla all night through her dreams about her mother and how you couldn’t fight nature. Having longed for so long to get some information about her mother Camilla did not fight it or tell her family like she probably should have done. But she was still pretty resolved that nature did not trump nurture and Camilla’s family, despite being suspicious of her powers still loved her and she wouldn’t turn her back on them.

Until Aunt Bea died. They were just home from the funeral when Uncle Carlos said something that was unforgivable and her other aunts and uncles said nothing about it. After months of having Aunt Ai’uan’s words in her head Camilla finally realized there really was no fighting nature. She packed up what few belonging she had and left her family behind never to see them again. As she left them she also left the witch part of her behind. It wasn’t needed with the training Aunt Ai’uan gave her.

She quickly worked her way through the ranks of being basically an assassin. It was hard to feel bad for whitelighters when the only one she had ever known did not protect her like he had promised to do. She was jaded and that added perfectly to becoming a great assassin of future whitelighters. the more time passed though the worse Camilla felt. She had been so angry and bitter starting out she didn’t have time to think and now she felt like she was stuck. The good from her father constantly battling the darklighter from her mother.

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uedaforrest‌:

Ueda laughed at the other’s gesture. It did make him feel a bit better.”I had a long flight from Hawaii but once I find a place I’ll be okay.” Ueda said returning the gesture.He looked at the menu briefly before looking back at the other with concern.”Do you want to talk about it? Maybe have something else to eat to make that coffee tolerable?”

“Hawaii?” She asked her brows raised. She had been there once on a job. Not that she’d had time to enjoy it, tracking down some future whitelighter, but what she had seen was pretty. “I bet living there was exciting.” she mustered some enthusiasm which was hard for Camilla to do most days, but she meant what she had said. Living in Hawaii had to have been more exciting then where she had grown up. “What are you doing in a humdrum little town like this?” She questioned leaning her elbows on the counter of the bar, interested in his answer. The moment the conversation pulled back towards her, she tensed up.

She waved his words off with her free hand. “Pssh, no. I like to dwell in my misery. If I start talking about my problems soon they wont be problems and I’m kind of attached to them.” She teased, certain the nihilistic humor would probably drive the boy away. not that that would be bad.

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nickxrusso‌:

   the young witch frowned and stared at her. she continued to use words he never had heard anyone say before. he thought his teacher spoke with words he barely understood, but this was on another level “well um…” was all he could answer, he did not know exactly how he shall respond to that. around the people he hung out with from the salvatore boarding school, most of them used slang words. he could sometimes talk with slang words as well.

   “i do not think they have, nor can they smell if its bad. i am glad my sense of smell isn’t so good” he could not imagine how it was for vampires and werewolves, they probably could feel everything “eww, now can i imagine that your words must be true. what if it is? shall we maybe go and tell them how bad the coffee is?” if he remember right had it had once upon a time been better than this  “precisely, or i hope it tastes better with the whiskey” if the person he stole the whiskey from found out it was gone, he would probably be in trouble, but what did that matter? sometimes he didn’t care if he broke the rules or did something that he was too young for.

   “thanks” he said and hid the flask in his pocket again as soon as she handed it over “it’s nice to meet ya, camilla. i’m nicholas, but call me nick”

She didn’t miss the look on his face when she used the term ‘squares’ Oi she was going to stick out in this small town like a sore thumb and she tried to muster up some fucks to give about that but she just couldn’t. Blending in would be better but Camilla had known from a young age she was made to stick out and it didn’t bother her as much as it should. 

She was about to school him on what her terminology meant when he quickly switched back to their previous subject. The horrible coffee could keep her talking for years. Camilla might have an iron stomach but she couldn’t stand when someone messed with her one weakness. She was a coffee snob, she wasn’t afraid to admit it. She brought to coffee cup back up and the smell hit her again. She grimaced and her eyes widened as she looked at the boy over her cup. “Count yourself lucky then. It smells like a flaming bag of shit.” She added to the visual she had put into his head just moments ago. Though now that it had whatever was in his flask in it, it definitely smelled and tasted better.  “I’m better my words are true. It’s the only thing I can think of that would make it taste this way. And I’m certain they already know. I caught the eye of one of the waitresses.” She said leaning closer to the boy and discretely pointing to the waitress that had given her the stank eyes a few moments ago. “You would not believe the glare that waitress gave me as I bad mouthed the coffee. It was like she had roasted the beans herself and I was ruining her life’s work.” She laughed, the sound soft and airy as it echoed around the two of them.

“Nice to meet you ‘Call me Nick.’“ she teased again unable to help herself. “AS long as you keep rescuing my coffee you can have me call you whatever you wish.”

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ofamalthea‌:

Amalthea looked over the girl for a moment wondering if the girl was human or not. Well, so far she seemed less obnoxious then a vampire. She took a sip of her own glass and shrugged. “I wasn’t here but I heard there was quite the eventful party recently. Though I was never much of a party person so I haven’t really looked into it.” She said honestly slightly bored by the subject of some party. “So what made you pick to move to this little shithole of a town?”

Camilla couldn’t help but scoff when the woman mentioned a party. Of course it was a party. Nothing good ever happened at parties. People got drunk and acted like fools and that was before anything notorious could go down. “Why am I not surprised.” She said simply with a roll of her eyes. “I feel you there. Parties are so played out.” She poured some sugar into her coffee. It was basically blasphemy to Camilla to taint her coffee with something but this goop was so bad it needed something. She stired it in. The constant clank of her spoon again the side of the mug helping her think a moment for an answer to the woman's question. “Why does any pretty single girl moved out to a small town?” She quipped, a bored look on her face. she’d let the girl next to her fill in the blanks. Nothing could be as bad the the truth.

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uedaforrest‌:

Ueda just took out his headphones as he entered The Grill. He waas simply bored and still looking for a place to stay. He wasn’t expecting to hear the other’s explanations. Ueda looked back at her. “It’s shit coffee but it beats the stuff back at the hotel.” Ueda shrugged. “You having a tough morning?” He asked out of continuing the converation and concern. He doesnt see how coffee would be the only factor to make someone agitated.

There was a look of pity in her eyes as she looked at the man beside her. Camilla couldn’t imagine any coffee to be worse then this and his admitting that this shit was better then whatever ho-dung hotel coffee he was staying at made her kind of sad. “I am so sorry.” She said playfully putting a hand to her heart like it was the worse news she had ever heard. “It’s morning and I’m awake so yeah its been rough.” She admitted taking another sip of the vile liquid.

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ofprodigalson‌:

«SO YOU ARE SERIOUSLY GOING TO DRINK THE WHOLE THING?» The male questioned in disbelief. «I honestly think any drug would be healthier than that.» Or maybe that was just the disgust talking — Chris could basically taste it on his tongue, just from looking at it, after all. «But suit yourself. Just don’t expect me to save you.»

Let us face it, the whitelighter witch did not even want to see her for the person that she could be. That would only make the situation between them worse, but at the end of the day she was kind of safe from rescue attempts. If there was anyone that he wanted to ‘ fix ‘ it was his brother.

His features hardened when Camilla leaned closer, allowing her words to wash against him and he took a deep breath before he turned his head to look at her. «What thing? You are just saying words now. Maybe I’m tired of playing games with you.» Or maybe he was trying to see how far she’d go to get a reaction out of him. Who knew…

Camilla grinned widely. She had prided herself on her iron stomach growing up and it only seemed to grow stronger and better as she grew. She had a weakness for things that tasted sweeter then death. “Yes, I am going to drink the whole thing and I’m going to love it.” She said making a point and taking a few gulps of the liquid even though it was still pretty hot and burned the roof of her mouth. “I don’t expect anyone to save me Halliwell, you should know by now. If i die from a sugar high then I guess that’s the way I’m suppose to go.I could think of worse ways to die.” She admitted the last part with a noncommittal shrug of her shoulders. The expression on her face passive and bit unfeeling.

She was bored with this conversion already. Truth be told things with Chris were only very interesting when he was trying to kill her or when they were in bed. He just didn’t get the nuances of her flirting and teasing that others like her did. She wasn’t sure why but she didn’t exactly try very hard to find out. “Is that a proposal?” She teased, batting her eyelashes, deliberately taking his words the wrong way. “I don’t know if I’m ready to settle down Halliwell, but you sure do make the offer tempting.”

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ofprodigalson‌

«IT WAS WORTH THE SHOT.» Pointless, of course, but still. «Can you blame me for asking?» He inquired in a serious tone.

The whitelighter witch narrowed his eyes when she started to dump an insane amount of sugar into her coffee. «Are you trying to get high on that stuff? Because that looks like it’s going to work.» It was slightly impressive how she managed to drink another sip from her mug, but that was just the thing with Camilla, wasn’t it? She always managed to impress surprise him, whether he wanted it or not.

Chris thanked the bartender when he returned with his alcoholic drink and he raised it in a taunting gesture before he started to toss it back. It was hard to believe that the man never even touched a drink until things started to go down the drain, so yeah. Yeah, making him feel like he needed to drink was definitely like receiving a badge of ‘ honor ‘ — or well, it would have been, were it not for the fact that drinking felt like the only thing he was good at, which resulted in quite regular hangovers. 

«Someone managed to get on your nerves, huh? Interesting.» He mumbled, half-heartedly. What was he doing here? Why was he still sitting here? Chris should have tried to get away from her, instead of making small talk. «I hope you’re not trying to challenge me, Camilla.» He would prefer the cheap motel over rooming with her, but she should not underestimate him. Ever. «You have no idea what I would or wouldn’t do. You don’t know me as well as you think you do.» The male tried to shift away from her now — if he created more physical distance between them it would get easier to think, right? «Whatever you say, babe.»

“Well,” she said over the constant click of her spoon against her coffee cup as she stired the sugar into her drink. “I don’t do actually drugs so a sugar high is the only kind of high I’m ever going to have.” Admitting that to people who thought they knew her always seemed to come off as a shock. Though Camilla never understood why. She might be a dark-lighter but she wasn’t a druggie. she had more respect for her body then stuffing it with chemicals.

Virgin had irritated her quite a bit, but she never admit all of that to Chris. It was better if he thought of her as some heartless, feellingless darklighter. the moment he learned that she had actually hated Virgin with a passion she hadn’t felt in years the boy might try and fix her. Many of her friends from her old life had tried but nothing she told them would convince them she wasn’t broken. She just wasn’t her fathers daughter. that girl had died a long time ago. “Being Dense and not getting Irony is irritating even to the most Jet black hearted of monsters.” She quipped licking a bit of spilled sugar off of her finger tips.

“I wouldn’t say that.” There was a mischievousness in his dark eyes. She lowered her voice slightly and leaned a bit close even though he seemed to be trying to get away from her. “I know exactly what you would do if I did that thing you like.” She teased deliberately bringing to mind the last time they had been completely alone together.

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im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. ill fucking kill you

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nickxrusso‌:

   nick was out early this morning, which was rare for being him. he loved to sleep as long as he could in the mornings, unless he had classes. otherwise could he sleep till after lunch time. he stood outside of the grill and waited for it to open, constantly checking the time. the witch did not notice someone else stood there as well, because he was so focused on what he shall buy with his coffee. usually he took a regular sandwich with cheese along with it, but today he thought he could try something new. when he sat down with his coffee and sandwhich, he took out a small flask from the pocket in his hoodie. he let the liquid from the flask drip into the coffee, then quickly put it back in his pocket. he frowned and turned his head when he heard a voice “jesus, mary, joseph and camel…” he repeated the woman’s words, taking a sip of his coffee “never heard anyone use that before. tell me about it. whoever that person is who makes it doesn’t know what coffee how coffee shall taste. that is why i add my own ingredients to make it taste a bit better” he nodded “it takes away that awful taste” he took out the flask and held it out “do you want? it’s whiskey mixed with baileys”

Camilla knew some of the phrases and words she used were not normal and maybe just a little dated, but that was what happened when you spent the majority of your time around demons and dark lighters who were often in their 300th year. Still Camilla smiled as the boy next to her repeated her words, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. “You must hang out with some squares then.” She teased not even attempting to use slang from this century. Aunt Az’gin would be so disappointed but what else was new.

She grinned up at the boy over her cup of coffee. Even the steam rising out of the cup couldn’t seem to get away fast enough. The coffee was that bad. “It’s like they didn’t have any taste buds at all.” she took another sip needing the bit of caffeine that she had no choice but to force it down. “It’s like the beans were burnt and then tossed into a pile of fiberglass before being ground down into the coffee and then made with dirty sink water.” She exaggerated eliciting a glare from a server walking behind the bar but Camilla couldn’t even pretend to be embarrassed by what she said. She simple reached out for the flask the boy offered her and dumped a generous amount into her mug. “Thanks. Anything has to be better then this right?”

“I’m Camilla by the way.” She introduced herself before handing the flask back to the boy.

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ofprodigalson‌:

«AND NOW? Does it still seem as good a place as any to you?» It was wishful thinking that Camilla would say no — Chris knew that. There were not a lot of people that could get under his skin, but she managed to do it in ways nobody else ever would ; a fact that she seemed to be well aware of. Not just that, it was something she probably enjoyed and it made it feel highly unlikely that she would give up on that any time soon. 

The male clenched his jaw when her hand wandered under the counter to squeeze his knee and he was tempted to swat at her hand, but she was way faster ; she already pulled away again. «You like this whole thing way more than you should.» He muttered under his breath and fuck it. His hand shot up in the air to wave the bartender closer to him and he quickly ordered another coffee — one that would be laced with Bailey’s this time. He needed that right now, sue him.

«You roomed with someone who sacrificed virgins? No wonder you are so deeply disturbed.» It was a tease. Kind of. Camilla was who and what she was, there was no denying that ; even if Chris himself failed to remember that, time and time again. It was awfully difficult for him not to give into her ( which was exactly why he left San Francisco ) so maybe he was deeply disturbed as well. Or simply a fool. «You think? Maybe it would give me yet another reason to kill you, instead.» One thing was for sure, it would be much easier for him to avoid making mistakes without her around. Did that mean he could do it? Probably not.

The fact that she was here was really getting to him and like the slightly twisted person she was, Camilla enjoyed watching him squirm. Though that was nothing new. He had been pretty squirmy the day they met and she had enjoyed it then as well. “You being here ,Chris is not going to change my plans.” She answered with a slight scoff, reaching out for the sugar caddy. As much as she hated adding anything to her coffee this sludge needed something to distract from its horrible taste. Seriously what kind of broken palette-ed people thought this was anything close to a passable cup of coffee. It was like the beans had been set on fire and rolled in fiberglass before being ground up.

She watched him over her own cup, a knowing smirk settling on her features. If she knew Chris as well as she though she did he was probably jonesing for something a little stronger then coffee. Strangely making Chris Drink was like receiving a badge of honor, it did weird tingling things to Camilla’s soul. 

“I am so deeply disturbed.” she drew out the word, mocking his tone the best way she could but she just couldn’t reach the low octave that was his voice no mater how hard she tried. “For a great many things and Virgil was not one of them.” She offered, ready to attempt to take another sip of coffee after dumping a lot of sugar into it. Taking a sip of the swill was still disgusting but at least the sweetness of the sugar got rid of the burnt taste of the beans. “though the fact that he never saw the Irony that he was Virgil the Virgin Sacrificing demon was definitely grating on my nerves.” 

“You know I thought about that.” emphasizing her words, Camilla turned on her stool. Her knees bumping into the side of his leg as she turned. “And I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t really matter because nothing in the entire verse would ever make you room with me. You’ve got morals” She said the word like it was dirty. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes narrowed slightly in a playful way. Just call her the joke killer, but she had enough of pretending like them living together was even a possibility.  “Though if you did try and plan to kill me while living with me I’d know. You aren’t exactly subtle, my dear.” 

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