Camille wasn't known by having any lovers or passionate flings, for most men she lured into her room were often helplessly subdued to her will before hands were laid on her, she had her share of people she had been intimate with once upon a time. All people she was more than sure to be impossible to see again, something the brunette appreciated above most things. Relationships seemed to drive people to madness and she had no desire to give in to such a fate when it could be avoided, an opinion the eldest Grace seemed to share. For that reason and many others, when her encounters with Elijah stopped being only platonic, it surprised both, even if the worries were pushed aside by heated kisses and muttered words that held no promises other than the ones meant to be kept for a night, that night alone. Camille wasn't in for a future, but there was something particularly relaxing about sharing a bit more than sex. --They were friends above all.
At the moment, she wasn't sure if it was possible to still call themselves friends, all things considered. A year passed and many things changed, she worried that opinions and previous visions had become obsolete to the point where they wouldn't be able to find the common ground they once stood him. Camille was willing to try nonetheless, determined to set worried aside and make sure none of them showed in her gracious smile to him. There was no room for concerns when nothing more than a couple of sentences had been spoken.
Camille didn't fail to notice the way his eyes moved back to his word and the pride that filled his gaze. Jokes aside, she could easily point him as the blacksmith she knew and Ā his dedication to the work of what it seemed forever would never be put on the stand by her. He had his flaws, much like everyone else, but work wasn't a part of it. A smile tugged at her lips, one she directed to the taller young man, followed by a single nod at the sound of his voice thanking her for the compliment.Ā
Watching him, the pirate tilted her head to the side and kept the smile on her features, the only sign that she had listened to his teasing being her recently narrowed doe eyes. "Short and still able to kick your ass in a minute, Elijah. Watch your mouth, I may have been away but I'm still way faster than you," she pointed at him playfully, fighting the laugh that bubbled in her throat. "I'm not that short and I'm surely not to blame for you being a tower."
For a moment, she stopped. Camille couldn't tell him the whole truth, for Avery's sake and her own, for she had no clue how Elijah would take in the fact that she was and had always been a pirate. It pained her to have to hide something of the sort, but things were strange already without a revelation that could cost her their friendship. She cared about a small group of people, Elijah included, and if she could prevent the loss of any of them, that was exactly was she would do.
"My father was determined we needed some time away from here, I couldn't tell him no. There's too many things here to hold me back, many memories that I wished to forget and couldn't while being here constantly." she started, running a hand through her hair before pushing a few swords aside so she could sit on the table. It was foolish to give even the slightest detail, but the truth was that her decision hadn't been solely based on Avery's need to go or her eagerness for adventure. She only hoped he couldn't read through her. "We've traveled, seen new places, met new people... I can't say it was always fantastic, we had some rough times to say the least, but it was good overall." The memories had faded and her pain wasn't as great as it had once been, she wasn't as fragile at heart now. "I am sorry about the absence of a warning, though. It was all so rushed that I could barely think of saying something." She smiled softly, exhaling a soft breath. "What about you?"
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