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@littlchellhound
You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. You are anything but worthless. Give everyone and anyone this message, go to random blogs, someone you don’t even know, stretch your ask limit, anon or not, tell them they are worth it. Because the world needs more love. <3
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littlchellhound
She was sure that she’d remember hurting someone, but she couldn’t explain all the blood on her clothes. “I..I don’t think I hurt anyone..” something told her the blood was hers. She followed the woman, trying to remember the last few hours. All Camille could remember was fire..like she was in a fire. “Was there a fire recently?”
Isabelle looked back at the girl and hesitated on an answer… “You were in a minor accident.” She tried not to divulge too much the girl, not wanting to let on how large the incident really was. Isabelle was sure she’d hear about it from her brother tonight after the cops combed the gruesome scene. “You didn’t hurt anyone though…” Isabelle honestly wasn’t completely sure about that but the best thing she could do for Cami was pacify her fears.
Camille frowned quietly, fidgeting with the sleeves of the jacket. She was so afraid that something bad had happened because of her. "I..I should call my brother.."
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“Camille..Cami Parrish..” she wrapped the coat around herself a bit. She wasn’t sure where she was, but she knew her brother had to be worried. “My brother..he’s a deputy at the sheriff’s station..”
Fantastic. The girl had people who would miss her and people in law enforcement at that. Isabelle would have to play this one carefully but she didn’t feel that she needed to call in more hunters yet. She would handle this herself when she knew more. Poor girl… “Alright, why don’t we head back to my car, we’ll use my phone and wait for your brother to come get you.” She smiled again and began nudging Cami to come with her. “This way’s easier.” Isabelle assured her, ‘And we avoid the blood trail that helped me find you…’.
She was sure that she'd remember hurting someone, but she couldn't explain all the blood on her clothes. "I..I don't think I hurt anyone.." something told her the blood was hers. She followed the woman, trying to remember the last few hours. All Camille could remember was fire..like she was in a fire. "Was there a fire recently?"
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She looked around, trying to remember the last twenty-four hours. Shaking her head, Camille’s hands shaking a bit. “I..I don’t know. I was walking home from school..” she frowned a bit.
“Can you stand?” Isabelle tried to sound friendly, she always had the hardest time with the ones who didn’t know. They didn’t understand what terrible creatures they kept inside. At least the ones who knew understood what they were going to die for.
Camille hesitated before standing on shaking legs. She knew about the supernatural and that Beacon Hills seemed to be the epicenter. “W..who are you?”
“A friend,” Isabelle took off her coat and offered it to the girl, ignoring the obvious sight of the two hand guns strapped to her waist, “Do you have a name? Family we could call?” She wondered if this girl was an isolated case or if more in her bloodline were like her.
"Camille..Cami Parrish.." she wrapped the coat around herself a bit. She wasn't sure where she was, but she knew her brother had to be worried. "My brother..he's a deputy at the sheriff's station.."
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She looked around, trying to remember the last twenty-four hours. Shaking her head, Camille’s hands shaking a bit. “I..I don’t know. I was walking home from school..” she frowned a bit.
“Can you stand?” Isabelle tried to sound friendly, she always had the hardest time with the ones who didn’t know. They didn’t understand what terrible creatures they kept inside. At least the ones who knew understood what they were going to die for.
Camille hesitated before standing on shaking legs. She knew about the supernatural and that Beacon Hills seemed to be the epicenter. "W..who are you?"
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She was in a daze. There was blood splattered over her face and in ger hair. Camille’s eyes were the color of fire, but quickly fading back to their normal blue green. “Where am I?”
“No where good,” The huntress stood several paces away but she still caught sight of the change in the girl’s eyes. It was a strange change, one she didn’t recognize but one she didn’t really need to either. The girl was most definitely some kind of beast, though it was unclear if she knew that… “What was the last thing you remember?”
She looked around, trying to remember the last twenty-four hours. Shaking her head, Camille's hands shaking a bit. "I..I don't know. I was walking home from school.." she frowned a bit.
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She was in a daze. There was blood splattered over her face and in ger hair. Camille's eyes were the color of fire, but quickly fading back to their normal blue green. "Where am I?"
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She wasn't sure what had happened, it had happened so fast. Her eyes were orange, like fire, and her hands were shaking. Camille looked up at the banshee, sighing heavily. "I..what..did I hurt someone?" She couldn't remember the last three hours. All she could remember was coming to at the egde of the preserve.
The Swan Princess {Sentence Starters}
"I have no friends. Only servants. And they call me 'your highness'."
"I'm gonna die! I know it!"
"She says, 'Is beauty all that matters?', and you say, 'What else is there?'!"
"You know I'm under a spell!"
"Once you steal something, you spend your whole life fighting to keep it."
"There goes my reputation."
"What? You're all I ever wanted. You're beautiful!"
"Just make sure you're here tomorrow night."
"Don't you dare let her die!"
"I need to know that he loves me... for just being me!"
"You've looked everywhere. She's not coming back."
"There comes a time, the possum said, when if all else fails just play dead."
"Is beauty all that matters to you?"
"I swear I'm gonna be sick!"
"There you have it, everlasting love."
"You've come up with some dumb ideas, but this one's a doozy."
"Far longer than forever, I'll hold you in my heart."
"You know, you are really starting to bug me!"
"I will never be yours, you creature."
"I think you really sorta like her, 'fess up!"
"You should write a book: How To Offend Women In Five Syllables or Less!"
"If you want to stop me, you'll have to kill me."
"You wouldn't happen to know who this belongs to, would you?"
"I would think you'd be use to it by now."
"I think I pulled a muscle."
"And with your love I'll never be alone."
"I-I feel so weak. I think... I'm-"
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“Are you serious?
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