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now.

fbxalistair:

oh camille. always prepared for everything. “ alright then, let’s go meet the ferry. ” he states simply, moving to grab one of her suitcases from her hands on top of his own and begin walking. call it the practiced prince in him, but it was more out of habit.

“ you can’t turn back once we leave you know. ” alec adds, lips pursed and eyes squinting as he glanced at the rising sun once again.

she wanted to walk beside him, then. to thank him, perhaps, for helping her with some of the weight she carried; she couldn’t let herself. there remains some unspoken issue between them -- or maybe there are plenty, and camille, for all her bravery and sense of adventure, doesn’t want to explore it yet. there are certain types of darknesses that the daughter of the white queen should not have.

“that’s okay,” she tells him, wanting to reach out, but only able to see the back of his head, and the wide scope of his shoulders. he had grown; she remained the same guilty girl who didn’t want to leave his side, and couldn’t return to it. “i don’t want to turn back -- i’m sure wherever we’re going...it’ll be fun.”

#fbxalistair #r.#p;now #chr.roadtrip

all the texts wink wink

{ texts : accepting ! }

: a morning text :

[ sms ✉ lovely ] It’s a lovely morning and so are you![ sms ✉ lovely ] Are you busy this early in the morning, or can I steal you away for some brunch?

: a text that wasn’t sent :

[ sms ✉ lovely ] how can you keep secrets so easily

#fbmaxine #a.#sms.#[

Kink: Hair pulling

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

“ah...” here, she could understand a little bit of the pleasure that lay within this kink. some kind of stimulation, even if it was pain, was -- “i...understand it. it’s...okay, i suppose. as long as it isn’t too painful. my hair is always well cared-for, you see, and it would be a shame to damage it too much...”

#a.#fbadriel

kink + xiaoli lmAO

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

she turned red almost immediately, fingers grazing over her lips for the briefest second before her palm covered her mouth completely, as if such a kink was something to be ashamed of. “n-no...” she cleared her throat again, and looked away, trying not to make eye contact. “no comment.”

#a.#fbxiaoli

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + french kissing (bc that's lowkey enough for cam right)

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

“the french are...ah...” a small furrow formed at her brow in thought, though her slightly-reddened cheeks gave her away. “it’s nice. french kissing is...nice.” and, even quieter: “i like it. i think...yes. it’s...really, really nice...”

#a.#fbverarose

fbseraphina-blog

[ to #truqueencam ♡♡ : 9:02am ] txt. kas?? kaspian? prince of the sea? merboy??? txt. i mean nvm txt. what do u mean what kind of talent?? txt. what other talent is there cam

fbcamille-blog

[ sms ✉ senster ] Oh.... [ sms ✉ senster ] ??? I don’t know?? [ sms ✉ senster ] ...Eating?

#fbseraphina #sms.#r.

u know i'd ask for all the texts like come on

{ texts : closed ! }

: a morning text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] Morning !!! [ sms ✉ senster ] How about some warm milk while we watch the sunset?

: a text that wasn’t sent :

[ sms ✉ senster ] i’m sorry that i’m so pathetic[ sms ✉ senster ] would it be too much to ask you to take my place? even for just a day...

#fbseraphina #a.#sms.

there was fire under her skin, burning her shoulders and her fists and her thighs. newly-dyed hair, dark like the earth, was kept out of her face once again with a helpful hair tie, though a few strands refused to be confined. but this fire didn’t quite reach her eyes, dark as ever, more so reflecting light than having their own flame.

but she was alone, and that was good. no one had to see. camille marmoreal is perfect and demure and smart and could kick anybody’s ass -- she just needed the right motivation to be all these things and lately, there hasn’t been much of that going around at all. she hasn’t even baked in a week, and that must be some new kind of record for marmoreal line. and here she is, trying to get something good going, and still...there’s nothing.

she almost doesn’t notice it when someone walks in, only freezes a little, like the presence of someone else in the room is surprising enough. even more so when she looks behind the still-swinging punching bag and sees xiaoli, in a state that doesn’t look...very sightly. (she’s learned not to ask too many questions.) instead, she smiles at him, hugging the punching bag as far as her arms can go around it, and tries to seem more composed than she actually is.

“hey,” comes out in a small, exhausted exhale. “what’re you doing here?”

@fbxiaoli

#fbxiaoli #r.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + face sitting

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

“f-face sitting? isn’t that a little...” she blushed heavily at the thought of it, and tried to clear her throat to keep her voice from shaking. “but you’re... right at their face...won’t that be a little uncomfortable?”

#a.#[ help she knows nothing #fbxblair

fbxsamuel-blog

Send me “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + a Kink” for my Muse’s reaction

Welcome to Meem Hell.

#g.#[ id id it....i reblogged it....

#fbxalistair #fbxiaoli #ooc.#do u think cam has even masturbated at least once in her life the answer is no

#fbxalistair #listen i'd reblog that meme but camille is the Most Innocent #just like me #i'm innocent #ooc.#fbxiaoli

#u are all sinners #ooc.

fbcamille-blog

now.

fbxalistair-deactivated20160817

he was prone to impulsiveness, and this was as far as he could take it. why? he wasn’t quite sure. maybe he was bored. maybe he wanted more. maybe he was REALLY losing it. either way, he found himself waiting for camille, luggage in hand and a distant look on his face as he awaits for her outside the girl dormitories.

his expression is unreadable as the morning sunrise begins to change colors. her voice snaps him from his reverie, and he turns with a snort. “ no. thankfully. i would hate to leave you behind. we have to get going so we can catch the ferry though, so you sure you have everything? ”

fbcamille-blog

she was practically bouncing, both hands clasped around the handle of her luggage. no matter how much it ached to be with alistair, there was a hope in her that couldn’t be extinguished -- that maybe, one day, they won’t have to live under the threat of war they’ll eventually wage against each other.

“right. yes! yes, i have everything,” she answered happily, walking closer, but only to walk towards the docks, head lost in the clouds and in the escape that lay just ahead. “i have snacks, just in case we get hungry, and some tea, and i brought a blanket too, just in case...”

#fbxalistair #p;now #chr.roadtrip #r.

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#c.

@fbjackie:

she frowns at the other’s words and shakes her head. if anything, to jackie, camille looked nothing like a tanned, wrinkly walnut. she was something much more beautiful. wrinkly walnut just sounds negative and she would never want to hear someone so gorgeous say something like that about herself.

“i don’t think you look like a walnut,” she says as she pats the other’s back. “in fact, i think you look like a hazelnut! hazelnuts are pretty little nuts. besides, they can become something magnificent like nutella! and i believe that you are just as magnificent as nutella, cammie!” she smiles warmly at her, hoping that could cheer the other up.

speaking of nuts, she continued to eat the cashews she had with her as a form of snacks. the only reason she’d said such a thing was because she’d just received a letter from her mother, unabashedly stating that she was past the age of being engaged, and there must be a reason why she wasn’t, and camille knew well enough to read between the lines there.

at least jackie knew what to say, and the pout on her face slowly eased into a small smile. “do you really mean that? you don’t think i’m too...old, do you?”

#r.#fbjackie

@hopexfb:

❝ Us? Of course, we are. ❞ She laughs quietly. A playful little smile forming on her lips as she stared at the other. ❝ We are meant to be no matter what. Otherwise we wouldn’t be friends, don’t you think so Camille? ❞ The orange haired female arched an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving the other’s. Hope licked her lower lip, the playful smile never leaving her lips. Camille knew her for who she truthfully was– she didn’t know her for the innocent little bunny she pretended to be.

❝ You see, you wouldn’t know me for how I truthfully am if we weren’t meant to be. You can’t be fooled what so ever by the cutesy and innocent facade I put up for everyone everyday. ❞

it’s amusing, really. camille hasn’t had this much fun in a while. though her heart ached too often around other people, hope was -- well, she lived up to her name. camille isn’t too fazed by the dual act; it's natural in the world that she lives in, and where she was raised, and where she was born. heck, she’s putting up one of her own right now, though not many could see through it. she’s extremely good at hiding things that shouldn’t be seen, after all.

“it’s amusing,” she relents, resting her cheek upon her palm, smiling softly. “you are indeed very cute, hope. in that respect, i don’t think you have to pretend at all!”

#hopexfb #r.

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