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nightmare; 7/7/2013

camellia rarely gets nightmares anymore, after hitting a certain age of maturity and realizing that there were more frightening things in life than monsters conjured from your brain. but she dreams her first one in a while, one that contained not monsters, but things made of her deepest, darkest fears. where her beloved ones were lost forever, and she had nobody in the world. when she drags herself into consciousness, gasping and heaving dry sobs over half-blurry images left over in her mind, bacchus is there, instantly woken by the signs of distress emitting from his lover. he gathers her small frame (was she always this thin and fragile?) into his arms, rocking her gently and whispering soothing words into her ear as her shuddering and quickened heartbeat slowly, slowly calmed down. he did not ask, for he did not wish to remind her of whatever horrifying images she saw, but after what seemed like hours (but was in fact only ten minutes), the grip she has on his shirt loosens ever so slightly and she whispers "you were gone." bacchus kisses her head soothingly, his arms tightening around her slender frame as if to reassure her that he was still there, and plants another kiss on her temple. camellia shifts, lifting her arms to wraps them around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder, a sign that whatever she dreamed about had shaken her deeply. all the blond can do is murmur, "I'm here." ---------- a/n: I had a nightmare and was somewhat comforted by camxbacchus fics, along with a nice dose of feels

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puppy; 6/27/2013

When Bacchus first mentioned moving in, Camellia rejected him flat out.

"Why not?" The blond whined, moving from his position on the couch to wrap his arms around her waist. "Because I said so," she snapped, irritated that she was being distracted from her book. She had gotten to a particularly intense part and didn't want to be interrupted.

Bacchus stuck out his lower lip in defiance and sighed melancholy-like. He knew that Camellia wasn't very fond of being drawn from her book, and if her response was that snappy then she was at a good part. Bacchus himself didn't read very often, and if he did then it was a cookbook. Now those were exciting.

The blond sighed again and a discontent noise left this lips. Camellia exhaled in exasperation and looked up from her book, frowning at her lover. "Come here," she said reluctantly, patting her lap with one hand. Bacchus brightened and immediately sat up, twisting on the couch to lay his head on her lap. She didn't allow him to do this very often (most of the time she was either busy doing something else or was too embarrassed to let him do it) but the rarity of the action was worth it.

Running slender fingers through silky blond locks, Camellia returned her attention back to her novel, where the protagonist was about to face his older brother in battle. A small whimper made her glance over to Bacchus, who had fallen asleep and was frowning quite comically because her hand had stopped moving in the midst of her reading. Resuming her action, the blond settled back into a peaceful expression, making Camellia wonder if she really kept a puppy rather than have a lover.

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together again; 4/8/2013

When Bacchus received the notice that she was missing, he felt the whole world crumble around him. He wanted desperately to march into Headquarters and demand to know what happened why did they let this happen why weren't they searching for her why did they declare her dead- If his boss hadn't stopped him, he would've. For an entire month, he barely slept. His boss forced him to take a day off because he kept setting the cakes on fire. But even when he got home, all he could do was stare out the window, recalling her. People told him to give up, that nobody, no matter how strong, could survive in those fields, unseen, for that long. But Bacchus knew better. He could still feel her presence, still feel the soft touch of her hands, the sensation of running his fingers through silky green locks. He would not give up hope. One day, he felt it. He knew. Camellia was back. He looked up from where he was decorating a strawberry shortcake. His heart pounded in his chest, and he accidentally squeezed the icing bag too hard, white sugar frosting flooding the top of the cake. Ignoring the angry yell of his coworker, Bacchus dropped the bag and sprinted out of the kitchen, escaping through the back door. 'She's here.' He ran, ran as fast as his legs could take him, faster than he had ever run before, even in that race in third grade to beat the fourth year bully (he won, by the way). Sprinting past the gate guards, he shot through the doors of the headquarters, through the pristine halls of the building, and stopped outside of a familiar door. She had taken him here a couple times, because he had wanted to know where she worked, what her office looked like. He remembered seeing a picture of them on her desk, and smiling. He swallowed hard. The door swung open, revealing a female with flaming red hair. Rebel. She glanced at him in surprise, then smiled knowingly. Putting a finger to her lips, she stepped around him and proceeded down the hall. Bacchus took a tentative step through the doorway, eyes fixed on the figure sitting calmly on the dusty black couch. "Rebel?" She asked, turning her head away from the bookshelf situated beside her desk. "Did you forget something-" She stopped and stared at him wide eyed. "Bacchus," was the the only thing she breathed before he gathered her into a hug, eyes squeezed shut and mouth clamped into a thin line. He breathed in her scent, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. "Thank god," he muttered, over and over. "Thank god you're safe." Camellia slowly reached up to grab the back of his shirt, ignoring the fact that this was the second suffocating hug she had received in the span of one hour and that was definitely one too many. "I-" She started, only to stop and take in a breath. "I'm home," she whispered, burying her face in his shoulder, taking in the familiar smell of sweet confections and a fruit she could never identify. He planted a kiss on her ear, then cheek, eye, forehead, and finally lips, as if trying to etch her features into his memory; nevermind that they both were crying quietly, tears of sorrow and tears of joy slipping from golden and green eyes. Bacchus didn't care to question her where she was this entire time, nor did she offer any explanation. They were together again, and that was all that mattered in the world. ---------- a/n: bleh badly written.

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protect; 4/7/2013

The first time that they fight, it is over Camellia's lack of self-preservation. He had watched her fight before. Seen her apprehend a robber before his very eyes, not flinch a centimeter when a kidnapper swung wildly at her with a pocketknife. It always added to the small patch of fear gnawing at his heart, the fear that someday, because of her fearlessness, she would disappear from him forever. "Be safe," he muttered, clasping her hands in his own. "Of course," she replied without a thought, and would always walk out of the house without turning back. Bacchus feared everyday that she would return with a horrible wound, or (God forbid) not return at all. But he never confided his fear with her, for he did not want to make her worry about it (not that she ever would, but that was not the point). He knew she was confident in her abilities, and he was too - yet nothing could soothe the fear in his heart. When he watched from the cafe window her battle with the blue haired Harbinger, he could not help but want to go out there, take her in his arms and never let her go. If it weren't for the man holding him back, warning him that he would only danger her even further by going out there, he would've. When he saw the three large gashes on her back, he cried. Even when she called him a weak man, the tears did not stop. He could not fathom how she could be so straight faced after going through an encounter like that. How she could still only think about reporting to her boss when she was bleeding profusely from her back. "Doesn't it hurt?" he asked. "No," she replied without hesitation. "It doesn't. Don't worry about it." "How can I not worry, when the person I care for the most could die from blood loss?" "Don't be ridiculous." He stopped, and stared at her, wide eyed, when he realized that she was being completely serious. Even with blood trickling from her mouth, the red liquid dripping from her back onto the wet pavement, she still did not think to help herself. Bacchus didn't know whether to call her selfless or stupid. So they argued, one angrily, one coldly. She left without another word, obviously without any intent to stop by the hospital, and he crouched down in the street, the sounds of people calling out to each other and running footsteps deaf to him. He loved her. He wanted her to be safe. He wanted her by his side forever, so he did not want her to die. "What can I do to change her mind?" ---------- a/n: uh. idk i'm too lazy to finish this now so leaving it open ended??

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everything on this blog is basically a stream of consciousness type of writing, so nothing will make sense.

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kisses; 3/25/2013

because krie told me that i should write more of this (do people actually read this crap my writing on here sucks and everything is embarrassingly sappy) ---------- whenever bacchus looks as camellia, he wants to kiss her. not just once or twice; he wants to kiss her a lot, and so he does. the first few times, she gets flustered. he kisses her on the cheek and forehead most often, as he would like to reserve kisses on the lips for a more special moment. he absolutely loves the way she blushes and pushes him away, cheeks red with the display of affection, and resolves to do it some more. by the fifth one in one hour, camellia punches him really really hard in the stomach and stomps away fuming and even more embarrassed, leaving him laughing on the ground while holding his bruised stomach. he learns quickly that she does not take this kind of relationship fast - she does it slow, in fact, and bacchus realizes that his girlfriend is very inexperienced and new to love, especially considering her character. so he does not mind that he is always the one giving the hugs and kisses, and saying "i love you" at night because he knows that without fail, she will hide her face, flustered, and mutter "i love you too" very very quietly. it is because of this secret sincerity that bacchus knows camellia possesses that he loves her even more with each passing day. that past the indifferent expression is a soul of loyalty and love for those she holds dear, and he knows that he is the luckiest person on earth to have captured the heart of camellia noire.

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brightest and darkest; 2/3/2013

a/n: because it is almost midnight and i want to try my hand at writing nilus :B

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Camellia was having a rather nice day. There was only a small amount of paperwork on her desk, and for the first time since her disappearance, she had practically nothing to do. It had been about a month. It actually made her quite fidgety.

Then her door slammed open, making her wince and sigh at the recently-repaired doorknob and wall that was most likely damaged once more. ‘That better not become a regular occurrence.’

“Camellia Noire.”

Said female looked up in exasperation, the voice that had spoken one that she had not heard in quite a long time. “Nilus,” she acknowledged quietly, pausing in her writing of a document. “It has been a while.”

The captain seemed to seethe under smoldering dark green eyes; coincidentally they had the same green hair and eyes, yet were completely different people, both in appearance and personality. She briefly wondered how he had changed since the last time they had met.

“It’s been a while, indeed,” Nilus answered curtly, approaching her desk. There was a pause before he spoke again. “How long have you been back?”

Camellia placed her pen down, knowing that if she tried to speak to him with half a mind he’d end up offended and trying to chew her out. “About a month,” she replied, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin atop them.

“I see you’ve settled into your duties quickly again.” “You should know that I am not one to shirk on my responsibilities, Nilus.” “And yet you did so, during the war.”

Camellia paused before replying, the only telltale of her uncomfortableness with the topic at hand a small wince. She felt no malice at the statement, surprisingly, and stood from her place at her desk, stepping around it and gesturing for the other to take a seat on one of the comfortable couches in the middle of the room.

“I will not try to excuse myself from that fact,” she half smiled terribly, for smiling wasn’t exactly something she did often. “Although it was somewhat intentional. I presume that you’ve heard about what happened to me?” At the small nod, she blinked slowly, nodding herself. “News does travel fast here. I’m sure that you’ve also heard the absurd rumors floating around as well.” The lieutenant paused again, placing her hands in her lap. “Well, then, there really isn’t much to say if you know what happened.”

She coughed lightly, and tilted her head. “How have you been, then?” Nilus didn’t speak for a moment, and briefly she wondered if he had fallen asleep or something when he lifted his head. “Well,” he said, voice quiet and thoughtful, not like his usual manner of rough and arrogant speaking. “I’ve been well. Just as well as everyone else around here.” He stopped abruptly and there was a silence for a moment, something that made them both pause in startled silence. “That’s good,” Camellia said carefully after a heartbeat, crossing her legs.

There was a different air about Nilus, she realized, one that had replaced his arrogance and brash reasoning with something filled with pause and logic. She was finding it strange to be having a civilized conversation with the man who seemed to hate the world and everybody in it, and yet at that moment she realized that Nilus was most likely lonely and she felt a touch of pity for him, just a little. Then it was gone for she knew that he wouldn’t appreciate her pity, not one bit, and instead opted to try to get to “know him better”, as someone would’ve put it (the idea made her want to wrinkle her nose and turn away at the prospect of it). All the same, she reluctantly reached out with the best of her social ability (which wasn’t much, she had to admit) and tried to invite him for an outing. Or maybe a mission would be better. ‘On second thought, that might be more disastrous.’

“Nilus,” Camellia spoke, making the other look at her again, startled. “Would you like to. Go for tea sometime?” She tried not to grimace at the thought, and forced herself to remain lighthearted about it. “I’ll let you know the time and place when I’ve got a grasp of it. You may bring anyone you’d like.” ‘Anything to make it less awkward.’

The captain hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, his green eyes seemingly lighting up. “That’s fine, I suppose. I do have someone in mind, if you suggest that I invite someone else.” He seemed to gain more confidence after agreeing, and stood up, indicating that he was about to take his leave. “Thank you for the invitation, then. I’ll await your message.”

Camellia gave a small smile at his words and stood to open the door for him, her eyes glancing over the new doorknob-shaped hole in the recently-patched wall. “I’ll try to find an appropriate time as soon as possible then.” The captain gave a small nod and stepped out respectfully. “If you’ll excuse me then.”

Closing the door after him, Camellia surveyed the hole with dismay, not wanting to have to deal with the same problem from a month ago. “This better not become a regular occurrence.”

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a/n: wow idk anymore this really went nowhere i just feel kinda sorry for nilus because he’s so hated. anyway I feel like if they tried, these two could have a very nice friendship ;u;

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"Know your place." As he walked away from me, I could not help but think that his back was incredibly and unbearingly lonely. Yet there was nothing I could do about it, for he was the "Emperor", and he was always right.

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untitled; 2/3/2012

It is on a sleepless night like this that Camellia turns her head, sitting up a little straighter to peer out the window in contemplation. She is quiet, like she always is, but there is an air of soft, gentle curiosity about her that is normally absent. She wonders what she is curious about, but turns the questions away soon. It is something that she does not dwell on very long, for the thoughts that linger in her mind fade later in the morning, replaced with the heavy and many duties of her responsibility of her rank. She wraps part of her blanket around her bare arms, the bright, silver moonlight filtering into her room from the window, lighting up her half-lidded eyes and solemn features. She recalls the feeling of forget, and also remembers how it felt to have all her memories rushing back at her at once, every feeling and emotion she had forgotten coursing through her body like adrenaline. She half wondered if anybody would ever forget her, and realized that there were a select few that she would never want to see forget about her. The thought of it scared her, surprisingly, and she drooped her head slightly, her chin dipping towards her chest as the moonlight touched upon her hair. The figure sleeping beside her stirred, most likely having half-woken and missed the presence of a warm body beside him. He yawned quietly and sat up, propping himself up on one hand and reaching for her with the other. "Did I wake you?" Camellia whispered, turning her head to the male as he wrapped a hand around her shoulder and scooted himself a little closer to her. "Not really," came the murmured reply, still laced with sleep and groggy. "I sort of woke up and you weren't there?" The questioning tone in his voice told her that he wasn't too sure either. "Sorry," she said softly, tilting her head as he laid his own on her shoulder, closing sleepy golden eyes once more. "Have you not been sleeping this entire time?" "Ah. I was just. Thinking." She felt him smile against her shoulder. "May I know what about?" She paused. "Forgetting, I suppose." He was silent for a moment as well, as if trying to interpret her thoughts. Then he smiled again, chuckling lightly. "I won't forget, dear 'Lia. I'll remember you forever, even when I'm old and forgetful." She felt the corner of her mouth quirk up at the thought of her lover as an old man, finding the image to be funny. "You better not," she murmured, feeling her eyelids droop with sleep. She gently pushed him away to lie down, curling up beside him and pulling the blanket over them as sleep started washing over her in waves. He always had that effect on her, the effect of calm, relaxation. When she could not sleep, he always managed to lull her back, gently rubbing her back and humming soothingly. He curled his arms around her, pulling them close as eyes closed and breathing started to even out. "I won't ever forget you again either, so don't forget me..." she murmured, slowly falling, falling into sleep like how she had fallen in love - unknowingly, yet pleasantly. "...Bacchus." ---------- a/n: wow you two way to give me the feels at one in the morning untitled because there is no fitting title for this drabble

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format of a space au - sort of; 1/21/2013

whoooop since mim's laying out the designs and stuff i guess i can pull out what i've thought of for it. although it's kinda out of my hands now but w/e i started this trend and gdi i will let my ideas run free. rebel taylor; commander of the exploration company? idk it's mim's character and idk what she had in mind but maybe she was swept up into another planet (of fire ha) and went mia for a while. ??? has a doppelgänger/animal counterpart on one of the planets camellia noire; lieutenant of the company. commands the ship Linus. has the smallest crew of the company - consisting of 20 or so people, has five members of each of the following: chefs, pilot crew, engineers, and exploration team. the best of the best?? operates the AI turret Silenus, and has an odd system of swapping people throughout the specialty teams to go on explorations with her. jeanne de la motte; scientist/researcher of the company. doesnt have a specific assigned ship, but hops on various random ones to hitch a ride for researching. genius engineer, but prefers researching and exploring planets. a former resident of a certain planet (of which i do not have a name for). incomplete.

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My limbs are tightening up, my throat is closing, and my heart feels heavy, but I sure as hell know that it isn't out of love.

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please love me this year too; 1/1/2013

"There's five minutes left." "Five minutes too slow, really." "Now, don't be like that. I think they want to hang out a while longer afterwards anyway." Camellia sighed, folding her arms across her stomach as she watched her friends party the night out in the living room. Bacchus grinned and swept past her to bring another bottle of wine in, refilling empty glasses as laughter and loud chatter rose and fell. Their friends had decided to throw together a new year's party, inviting people that they knew and didn't know. It was strange to see the ties of other people, for there were people that Camellia knew who were friends with people that Bacchus knew, etc. The female gave a sort of exasperated smile at the scene before her and helped herself to another bite of the cake sitting on the kitchen counter. "You're not going to join them?" Bacchus asked as he reentered the room, leaning on the counter to face his lover. "I don't like crowds," she muttered sulkily, scraping cake off the plastic fork. He laughed and bumped their foreheads together for a moment before straightening up. "Well, we have about three minutes. Shall we go outside for a bit?" Camellia paused, contemplating it, and slowly straightened as well. "It's probably 20 degrees out, or lower." The male shrugged and gestured to the patio door. "I don't think it'll hurt to step out for a minute or so. I'll grab your coat," he offered. Camellia shook her head, walking over to the dining table. "Just my scarf will do," she murmured, wrapping it around her slender neck. Bacchus smiled and quietly slid open the door, fixing the curtain so they couldn't be seen. The pair stepped out into the night, the patio illuminated by the lights set up on the back of the house. Camellia breathed out, watching her breath solidify into the cold air. "It is cold," Bacchus agreed, taking her hand in his. Inside the house they could hear the voices grow excitedly as the clock hand slid onto the 59th minute, signaling the last minute of the year. "It's been a crazy year," Bacchus commented, leading Camellia in an aimless walk on the patio. "Yeah," she agreed, tucking her fingers into the fold of her scarf. The blond paused, and took her other hand into his own as well. "Your hands are dry," he commented, making her scoff. "The last minute of the year and that's what you say?" She teased lightly, gripping his hands tightly. Bacchus smiles and leaned down to rest their foreheads together. Faintly they could hear the countdown begin as their friends chanted along with the clock on the television. "Ten...nine..." "Please take care of me next year." "Six...five..." "Likewise. Keep baking me cakes." A laugh. "Four...three..." "I love you." "I love you too." "Two...one. Happy new year," they chorused, and gently pressed their lips together in a kiss. It looked like it would be another great year. ---------- a/n: first fic of the new year. kinda badly written and cheesy but hey. i like cheese. it's delicious. happy new year everyone.

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character profile: bacchus

bacchus. 24 years old. male. an all-around chef, although prefers and is currently working as a pâtissier at la blue cafe. fc kise ryouta, kuroko no basuke quiet, gentle, understanding. amiable and social, likes to laugh, smile, and talk to others. a good listener, and respectful of everyone. tends to divulge very little of himself, and is secretive. a little miffed at being named after a roman god, because everyone asks about it. and jokes about it too, so no, he does not particularly prefer or care for wine. likes any animal, mostly dogs, and is claustrophobic. likes to read mystery novels, and look up recipes. enjoys the company of and teasing one camellia noire.

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wings; 12/26/2012

The first time Kuroko sees them, he sees wings. The wings of angels, sprouting from their backs as they soar, soar across the court with the orange ball in hand, looking like they could fly farther than any other person on Earth.

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not your usual blanket...; 12/23/2012

Camellia blinked blearily at the dim light of her digital clock, barely taking in the “2:14 am” spelled out in red before she groaned and turned away from the light. A shiver ran through her arms and she ran her hands over the growing goosebumps on the back of her limbs, gripping them tightly to her body in an attempt to combat the cold temperature. Since she usually didn’t wake up randomly at this time of night (morning, she reminded herself idly) the heating was turned off, set to be restarted later when the sun was actually up.

The female set her lips together in a half-frown, eyes and mind still heavy with sleep. She blinked slowly a couple of times, leaving the cold kitchen to return back to the safe comfort of her bed. Sitting down silently on the soft mattress, Camellia stilled, not yet awake enough to register that it would be better to climb under the covers. She shivered violently for a moment, pulling her legs up to her chest; despite the fact that it was currently summer time, the nights were still incredibly chilly. ‘Probably should wear some more layers to bed,’ the female reminded herself, clad in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Rubbing her legs a couple of times, she moved on to her freezing feet, trying to warm them up with her hands before a warm sensation covered her back, engulfing her all around as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her frame.

“Aren’t you cold?” A low voice murmured in her ear, laced with sleepiness. Camellia shrugged lightly, only half-awake herself, and tugged her feet closer to her body, letting herself relax a bit in the warmth of the other. Bacchus smiled sleepily and took the female in his arms, pulling the blanket up so it covered both of them once more. Once settled he rested his head on Camellia’s shoulder, golden locks tickling her neck lightly.

“…Do you always sleep without a shirt?” She yawned, leaning her head on his as her eyes drooped, lulled by the warmth of the blankets and her lover. A chuckle sounded from the male, and she could feel him smile against her clothed shoulder.

“Most of the time. When I feel like it.” “You’ll catch a cold eventually.” “It’s okay. Isn’t there a saying, idiots don’t catch colds?”

Camellia smiled sleepily and shifted slightly to soothe her numbing limbs, a bit sore from sitting in the same position without proper blood circulation. “I suppose I can’t disagree with that,” she replied, breathing in the scent of his hair. He tended to smell like something sweet and fruity, which she enjoyed. They quickly fell silent after that, dozing against one another until the sun woke them with stiff joints and sore limbs. ————— a/n: wow okay idk really awkward ending just awkward in general gomen

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day 01 - sweaters

day 02 - snowball fights

day 03 - hot chocolate/hot drinks

day 04 - books

day 05 - ice skating

day 06 - parkas/big jackets

day 07 - sledding

day 08 - snow angels

day 09 - fireplace/candles

day 10 - snowed in

day 11 - quilts

day 12 -...