not even the burnouts

[orteskycam]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 🪦 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉

[orteskycam]

cherryb0mb : camille ortesky's instagram

posts on their story more than you would think. posts on their feed less, but still more active than most people would expect from cam. whore on main. for free??? girl. will post milo on their feed when they're together but then privates them whenever they break up. then makes them public again when they're together. will flirt with most dm sliders if pics of milo aren't up. if you get ghosted and they're not up, you were a disrespectful creep !

smthng smthng birds of a feather : the eliza highlight. the most active highlight just off of how often they hang out and they fact eliza doesn't shy away from the camera. probably the tamest ig highlight but that's just because of how unhinged the others are. camliza are not Hinged by any means.

tank, thomas the : the tom highlight. you know when two people are making inside jokes you're not part of ? that's this highlight. it's either bullying thomas ( do not swipe up and make your own comments, you'll get chewed out. that's her brother ! ) and jokes that only thomas would get.

x rated : the milo highlight. the most elusive highlight. this is basically soft core porn. they're on each other, they're kissing, marks of all kinds. open at your own risk, you know exactly what this is. it's never been anything else.

societal contributions : the 'camille is a gremlin' highlight. this was born out of two pics and it's low budget public graffiti. permanent mark stays ON them ! street signs, bathroom stalls, walls that already have graffiti on them.

ri0tgrrrl : camille ortesky's spotify

87 playlists ? what a loser ! they are a closet music lover and just a closet lover in general. does she tell people they have a playlist for them ? ew wtf no. but there's plenty. watch this space because i have been trying to put together playlists for everyone forever. cam is also a huge fan of pop punk, femme punk, riot grrl... but you'd be surprised there's some pop and indie in there even.

the emo trinity with a clear fave in fall out boy, nirvana, tonight alive, the cranberries, halsey, green day, phoebe bridgers, bikini kill, waterparks, hey violet, veruca salt, twenty one pilots, chappell roan, anarbor, olivia rodrigo, hole -- to name a few artists often featured. some she's prouder of than others . . .

[seeinghcsts]

a coy and mirthful grin ornamented thomas's lips as he laughed , head tilting back , the glitter streaked across his throat and down his chest glinting as it caught rays of spring sun . though , he snapped his head up at the moniker , a pointed finger being wielded like a dagger as he aimed it in his sister's direction . " hey . fuck off . " but his expression didn't contort to reflect any sort of malice . instead , hilarity danced in the pools of black tar that had become of his irises as his grin split so wide it ached .

he settled back in , resting his elbows on his knees , tapping the rim of his emptying beer can against his lower lip as he looked at camille through damp lashes . " you're ridiculous , you know that ?? " he mused after her tangent , a cock of his head , the knowing raise of his eye brow . " between the two of us , i think we've done enough drugs and ingested enough cheap alcohol to kill a fuckin' horse , , , and you're worried about my relationship with corporate america ?? are you implying i'm the only ' american idiot ' here ?? "

[orteskycam]

the playful frustration that flickered on his features, just as the light reflected off glitter, had been the exact reaction camille was looking for when they poked the bear. ❝            and now you’re telling me to fuck off ? that’s two strikes in about twenty seconds. i didn’t know it was possible to catch douchebag from hanging out with them. i had my theories, but this ? ❞ their hand lazily reached across to mess with his damp curls.  ❝ scientific breakthrough. don’t worry, i’ll name it after you. sinclair would get too much of an ego boost from it. ❞

❝ you’re ridiculous. and irrelevant. ❞  the last of her drink thrown back, cup discarded in the growing stack at their feet. at least the frat boys had some kind of system going ?  ❝ there are no anti drug or alcohol themes in american idiot. in fact, that kinda stigmatised language only further cements your position. ❞ the ONLY one, however… ❝ here ? ❞ shamelessly motioning to the party raging on around them. ❝ absolutely not. here ? ❞ this time motioning just between the two of them. ❝ for sure. if i was a green day song, it’d be burnout. or extraordinary girl. ❞ not that she expected thomas to remember. more accurately, counting on him not to.

[rottenwrath]

the tight-lipped smile pulled across sharp , marble-carved features did not so much as flinch . in fact , it only grew . unlike most of the other sheep ambling around his ( frat's ) house , she was the only one that seemed to know better than drop her guard in a fox den . not that luke thought himself dangerous — but he certainly was sly .

" OOF !! " a clasped hand flew to his chest , face contorting in mock pain . " straight to the heart , ortesky ! got me bleeding out at my own party . you're fuckin' ruthless . " a slight chuckle slipped out , mixing with the vapors they had so carelessly puffed . luke bent forward , elbows propped on his knees , and inhaled the ghost of lingering smoke — undisturbed by their antics . " should've known you're smarter than that . maybe you can teach that brother of yours a thing or two before he's fallen completely under my spell —— kidding . "

[orteskycam]

luke’s lack of a reaction was not surprising, but it was frustrating. especially to someone like camille with their hair pin trigger. charismatic in a way she could never be. ❝            your party ? ❞  now, their facts weren’t rock solid, to be completely truthful. eliza and her flair for the dramatic had said a lot about this stupid party, and the only thing cam cared about in all of that was eliza. maybe somethings were in one ear and out the other… but she was sure as hell luke’s name had been a rarity.

❝ you know, liza planned probably every good thing at this party. ❞ a clear bias. ❝ and the only party planning dipshit getting on her nerves was reeve. ❞ and there was no way luke sinclair would’ve blended into the background.

but as soon as the word brother fell from his lips, camille couldn’t care less about the playful persona he was trying to portray. ❝ if you do a single fucking thing to my brother, you’re not gonna live to regret it. ❞ a beat before the sarcastic smile graced their lips. ❝ kidding. ❞ from the glimpses she had seen, thomas actually seemed to be having fun. where camille used to escape, tom seemed present. happy. perhaps… happier. was it hard when the alternative was your sister and their friend ? yet they couldn’t let their guard down, considering it had been provided from the silver platter of a sinclair.

[secndbest]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed for @orteskycam 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : by the pool

AT A PARTY, THERE WERE THREE UNIVERSAL TRUTHS : if there was a bonfire, there was a guy with a guitar at it ; if there was a bed, there was a couple fucking in it ; and if there was a pool, there was a group of shitheads throwing people into it. a trio of adp pledges had taken it upon themselves to fulfill that third truth, each one of them more terribly dull than the last. reeve watched their routine from the sidelines, camera out as more of a habit than anything : pick an unsuspecting target— usually a girl or duo of girls just minding their own business, swoop in, hoist them up, throw them into the deep end, pound another beer to celebrate, and repeat every ten to thirty minutes. it was all rather juvenile, reeve thought, but if nothing else, it made for decent b-roll.

when cam stepped out, he felt his stomach drop. out here, standing out was a death sentence, and nothing stood out quite like a fashion faux pas. it was like a time bomb had been set, the bright red and orange sunflowers decorating their torso creating a proverbial and literal target on their back. reeve watched as the pledges tapped each other on the chest, pointed her out, snickering as they geared up to serve another lamb to the slaughter. but before they could make their move, reeve cut them off, his warning glare powerful enough to burn holes in the sides of their thick-headed ( and apparently suicidal ) skulls. seeing that, their shit-eating grins faltered, heads dropping, a trio of over-enthusiastic dogs instantly heeled with a single, disapproving look. good. reeve covered up enough for camille already ; he didn't need to sour the party mood by letting her add murder to the list.

with that settled, he pushed past the trio to approach the younger ortesky himself, his tone caught somewhere between playful banter and genuine accusation as he called out, ❝ you know, i'm pretty sure i explicitly said no hawaiian shirts on the invite. ❞ stopping in front of them, he marked the words with a quick flick of the offending garment's collar. ❝ i'm surprised eliza let you leave in that. ❞

[orteskycam]

the need to be on high alert was something that had been drilled into camille since childhood. not in a ‘ life lesson : don’t talk to strangers ’ kind of way – but memorising the pattern of footsteps approaching. when the door would swing open to start an argument over something else they had done wrong in their mother’s eyes, or if it was the warmth of their brother’s kinder soul. it had become so deeply ingrained that camille no longer had to try. any sudden shift in the environment was noted, seemingly impossible to shut off. at least, when sober.

parties were a free pass for camille. though she hated the extra socialisation with people they normally couldn’t stand, there was nobody that could say shit to them for letting loose at a party. a small sacrifice to make for freedom from herself. so the frat boys go unnoticed until reeve is in their face. for their own good, considering camille would likely start a fight for intent. reeve catching strays for the implications that she couldn’t handle herself.

instead, the worst thing he cops is a roll of their eyes. a scoff that turned into a chuckle halfway through. ❝            i don’t know if you know this, but i’m not a barbie doll for eliza to dress. ❞  yes, they had texted eliza for approval on their actual outfit before leaving. no, eliza hadn’t seen the coverup stolen from milo yet. two totally irrelevant pieces of information. their gaze travelled down to where he had reached out for the outfit. the threat to break his hand if he touched it again held back only because reeve’s annoying tendencies had been fed to them in small doses, not unlike exposure therapy. ❝  i thought you would’ve known better than to expect good things from me by now. ❞ and to be called out for falling short, better the devil you know.

❝ but if you wanted me to take it off, you coulda just asked me directly, ❞ they teased, eyes steady on his as each button was undone. ❝ it’s milo’s, by the way. ❞ as the now discarded shirt was tossed in his direction. ❝ in case you wanted to do some kind of return to sender. ❞ though they were sure the lingering evidence of their encounter with milo – and lack of desire to track the roaming dealer down – would overshadow his hatred for the hawaiian shirt.

[soundbord]

when they worked, they worked. it's all that comes to mind, breaks through the haze of substances and her (always her), a sudden and warm reminder that they'd found their person before they'd been completely ruined. a soft chuckle, reverberating off of delicate skin "if that's what you wanna call me, yeah." they'd been intentional in picking the shirt, not just the film nerd but the loverboy in them. maybe he didn't want to cover everything— they looked good, but that green eyed monster that lived within him didn't like the image of anyone else looking at them and having the same thought.

"i shoulda thought it out more, baby." every word is mumbled between soft kisses along her thighs, voice almost pathetic in its frailty. they take a moment to consider the question, finger tracing circles on her knee as they look up at her "mmm, hope not. everything's been pretty evenly dispersed, i think." still, were they ever free at these things? "i can always tell whoever to fuck off if you don't want me to go."

[orteskycam]

camille rolled their eyes at the joke, yet the laughter pushed past their lips regardless. ❝            was that your plan all along ? ❞  they teased.  ❝ risking the wrath of aziz for a nickname. ❞ not that she expected some guy from class to be the most intimidating thing milo had ever seen. likely, not even close. ❝ you wanna put it on me ? ❞ the opposite of what they were usually doing, but an intimate moment nonetheless.

❝ that’s your money, babe. i can’t ask you to do that. ❞ as annoying as it proved to be at parties, camille knew better than to ask milo not to. ❝ i want ya around, but i don’t wanna cost ya. ❞ though the temptation crossed their mind more than once before. if not to fight for milo’s attention, than because a good amount of the people they sold to were annoying pricks. ❝ just don’t take too long, okay ? ❞

[g0dcountry]

her eyes flicked over the mess of it:  the haul.   camille presenting it as if it were a show of some kind.   glitter,   lipstick,   cash.   she watched camille tuck the fifty bucks into their bikini top without so much as a thought,   and couldn’t help but wonder how much of this was just instinct.   how much of it was a game to camille,   something to pass the time.   isla could never be free like that. " is this what you do at every party?   steal things no one notices? " the words sliding out with a lazy,   almost bored drawl,   as she watched camille pull off the cap of the lipstick,   a grimace crossing their face.   the mention of liza made her throat tighten slightly,   but she masked it quickly.   the offer of the bullet was like a dare,   one that isla wasn’t sure she was willing to take,   even if she was curious. gaze laps between camille and the extended gaudy pink tube almost glowing in the dim light.   " depends, "   isla shrugged,   her voice even,   but with a wash of jesting sarcasm creeping through.   she wasn’t sure if camille was trying to be funny or genuinely serious,   but the absurdity of the question clung to them both.   she plucks the lipstick from camille's grasp at last.   sparingly,   she blotted a few dots onto her lips,   blending it into the outline of her already-painted mouth,   the reflection of her now faintly pink,   a little crooked from the light.   pulling out a forgotten compact from the mess,   she eyed her distorted reflection,   like isla was seeing someone else.   vanity never did take a break,   even if she liked to pretend it did.   " how does it look? " sights trace camille's own to the poor drunk slumped over his own drool a sunchair down. isla takes this as an opportunity to do some pilfering for herself: riffling through the pile at the glimpse of a black cap. a sharpie. she waves it teasingly, mouth flicking upward at the corner. " what about something more .. permanent? "

[orteskycam]

camille tilted their head as isla spoke. the question stealing the attention away from the bag’s remaining contents. ❝            yeah, i guess ? ❞  it could’ve been an insult… but it was true. at least sorority sisters weren’t the crowd camille was looking to impress. worst case scenario that isla snitched – well, it’s not like they’d be missing anything.

their gaze followed the other woman’s hand, taking the bullet from camille and approaching her lips. the bag rests on their lap, leaning back to watch isla as she blotted the offensive pink against her lips. they let the compact have its moment, before the question was turned on them. ❝ it looks good. ❞ the shade itself was a crime. that was the entire reason camille had given it more than a second thought. isla, who had put effort into a different lip combo ( and wasn’t as ghostly pale as camille ) managed to pull it off. ❝ very yum yum. ❞

the sharpie dancing in isla’s grasp and smirk possessing their features were all camille needed to ditch the plan of neon pink paint. ❝ i like you, ❞ they decided, devilish expression of their own to match. ❝ since it’s your idea, wanna go first or should i ? ❞

[seeinghcsts]

GIVING A SHARP LAUGH , thomas tilted his head back , gifting a wide and stupid grin to his sister as she commanded the poor , sleeping bastard who had been beside him to leave as he lifted his shoulders in a shrug . " she insisted , and who am i to tell a pretty girl no ?? " a sip of his beer , the clearing of his throat , working his lounged frame up until he was sitting so he could look at his sister better - gaze fogged and vision distorted , forcing thomas to blink a few times in order to bring her face ( a feminine mirror of his own ) into focus .

her following words resulted in the rolling his eyes . he stretched an arm forward , tapping his can against whatever beverage it was his sister was nursing in a lazy cheers , blowing a raspberry with his lips . " yet ?? bummer , " he huffed , quirking a brow ; " kody and i have an appointment to get ours put in next week . "

[orteskycam]

❝            oh, so only value a woman's input if she's pretty ? ❞  the accusation lacking all seriousness as camille shook their head.  ❝ that's fucked up, tommy. ❞ the nickname thrown in, annoying as any little sister would be. their good mood letting the conversation of ' why are you letting near strangers call you that ? ' for a later date. their stolen moments of joy deserved to go uninterrupted. camille was not naive to the fact they were few and far between.

camille's disgusting concoction of whatever had been left in almost finished bottles and just enough coke to be tolerable swished in the red solo cup as they tapped it against his drink.. ❝ wow, congrats ! ❞ sarcasm clear in her tone.  ❝ willing falling into the trap of a mindless societal pawn. have you never seen a sci-fi movie ? the microchips are always bad. you've just signed your lives away to corporate america. i think green day actually wrote a song about you. ❞

[rottenwrath]

CLOSED , @orteskycam.

" camille , " came his greeting , followed by the drop of his weight on the couch beside them , an arm outstretching to drape atop the worn couch cushion behind her ; one that wore the horrors it had seen in the form of torn hems and aged , faded leather . riding on the high he was floating a top of , he showed little regard for camille's personal space , knee coming to bump into theirs as he offered a lit joint - dangled between two , shifting fingers - in their direction .

" humor me , cam . i know you hate me , but it's a paaaaaarty , " luke cooed , a playful lilt to his pleading words as he swayed the rolled marijuana back and forth in front of their face . an effort to entice . to connect . to win approval from of one of the few in which he hadn't been graciously bestowed it . " your brother likes me , " luke reminded cam in a toying whisper , his grin widespread as he raised a sparkling brows . " - shouldn't that mean you like me ?? even if it's just by proxy ?? "

[orteskycam]

of all the people to flop down onto the couch and ruin camille's night, it had to be luke. perhaps this was karma for stealing that bag already coming for them. though his arm's victim was the couch, its vice extended to keep camille seated when they should've just left. ❝            my boyfriend gave that to you, ❞ camille pointed out, their knee crashing back against his. a warning to not push their luck. ❝ you can’t bribe me with it. ❞ did that stop camille from taking it ? of course not. steal from the rich whenever you can !

camille was smart enough to know the mention of thomas was intended to get under their skin, but not stable enough to starve luke of that action. ❝ my brother’s a nicer person that i am. ❞ stupider, when it came to the likes of luke. perhaps when you have a chance at being likeable, you had to take it. camille, tolerable at best, wouldn't know. ❝ he can see past the fact you’re a pervert going nowhere in life unless your parents can pay for it. i'm not so gracious. ❞ the smoke of his own joint blown into his face. ❝ but, uhh, good proxy theory. i'm sure someone's gonna fall for that sooner or later. ❞

[orteskycam]

for @akeemarcus

frat boys were a different breed, full offense intended when it came from camille. one in particular, had been poking the bear all night. camille didn't even know his name, but they had already called him every curse word under the sun as their paths kept colliding throughout the night.

this time, however, camille had redirected her attention for a moment. picking up an abandoned drink from the table next to them, launching the contents onto the dude bro. at least, that's who it was supposed to hit. in a crowded party, of course someone would be walking between them the second camille turned to strike.

❝            yeah, that's right. you better fuck off ! ❞  the intimidation of the fleeing frat boy came before the apology... which actually wasn't even second.  ❝ what ? you fucking defending him ? ❞ as if kingston had intended to be on the receiving end of their flying drink.

[finalghost]

closed starter ,  camille ortesky  . found on the second floor .

— THIS WAS A JOKE . . . right ?! eliza's bleary gaze fluttered between camille — smirking like a cat , eyes hinting at something she couldn't quite see — and the pre-loved tube of barbie-puke-pink . over many years , her other-half's knack for finding five - finger discounts had scored the material girl a grand collection of goodies . cam knew her as well as she knew herself — sometimes more . now , however , soft skin crinkling around her eyes , eliza was beginning to question that sure fact .

" it's . . . definitely a color ! " she mused , twisting the base and forcing pinkalicious lipstick out of its casing . despite the wrinkle across her small nose and unshielded distaste swimming in pools of green , eliza swept the color over round , puckered petals . then , she snapped the lid back on , its soft c l i c k echoed by a P O P of ' candy-yum-yum ' lips . " so , whaddya think ? does it scream ' sooo me ' ? "

her smile was tight lipped , hiding the rows of pearly whites she was never too shy to show . leaning in , a kittenish curl teasing the tips of a barbie-fied kiss , she wrapped her arms over camille's sharp , dampened shoulders and dragged them in — painting their cheek in the same horrid pink . " hmm , i think it looks MUCH better on you . . . " a soft laugh , tinkling like a bell , strung after the words .

@orteskycam

[orteskycam]

the grin on camille’s face only grew as they watched eliza grapple with the offensively pink tube. ❝            yeah, it’s someone’s purse pick, ❞  well, not anymore it’s not ! ❝ saw it and i thought of you ‘cuz it’s so pink and pretty, ❞ they teased. eliza actually moving to put it on was bolder than they had assumed, effortlessly pulling laughter from camille as she always could.

❝ hmm let me see… ❞ they leaned in closer to their best friend, chipped black nail polish against her perfect complexion. ❝ i don’t think you’ve ever looked more YOU than you do right now. ❞ their laughter continued even as they recoiled from the barbie attack against their cheek.

❝ oh my god, liza ! ❞ faux offense in their tone as they shook their head. she moves back to eliza, forehead nestled into the crook of her neck as the laughter subsided. a deep breath for good measure before pulling away. laughter immeditanly bubbling up from their chest once again as their eyes caught the bright pink again. ❝ can you believe someone actually spent their money on this ? and left the house wearing it ? ❞ and cared enough to bring it for touch ups.

[soundbord]

they're not at all surprised by camille's next move, but evidently their nerve endings are, as a soft breath is pulled from them, fanning her flushed face. her words are tempting, and the click of their tongue against teeth is a response in itself. don't start something you can't finish. normally, the fact that they'd only acquired one condom from luke wouldn't be the end of it, but something in them was more lover than degenerate tonight. maybe it was that softness in her eyes, that pretty smile they knew was saved for only them. still, they can't resist as their hand is reclaimed, this time slowly wrapping itself around her throat "mmm, no, just wanna make sure everyone knows whose you are." the toy comment doesn't sit right with him once his clothes are on, that sense returning all too soon. the kisses he presses along her throat are gentle, brief, and then he's letting go. resting on his stomach on the bed, cheek on their thigh "we'll grab something fun on the way back out. i had to make a fucking huge order for this."

[orteskycam]

teeth lightly drag against skin as milo’s hand withdrew, settling into familiar territory around their throat. the grin on camille’s lips spreading as milo spoke. ❝            romeo montague’s ? ❞  the smart ass answer coming with a giggle as the warmth of milo’s lips found their pulse, travelling straight to their heart. though logic could explain it away as the tequila shots done prior to their retreat – and though camille used to ground themselves in logic – emotions always won out when it came to milo. for better or for worse. tonight, however, it was only the better that existed. ❝ i know, babe. i’m just saying if it was already here… does huge mean you’re gonna be gone a lot tonight ? ❞

[seeinghcsts]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭

" nice shirt , " thomas grit , siting up in his chair as his sister approached , donning one of milo's ridiculous tees that had the elder ortesky resisting the urge to roll his eyes . he knew milo was kody's best friend , camille's ' boyfriend ' , but it didn't make his disdain for their partner any more palatable . he didn't even want to ask where she had been .

" where'd your little dog man run off too ?? " thomas inquired , scooting the sunglasses perched atop the tip of his nose up and onto his head , pushing back a mop of brown curls that was still damp from him and kody's dip in the pool earlier . his own shirt was draped around his neck , as if the bite of the cool spring air wasn't bothering him or his tacky skin . alcohol blankets were truly magical things . " — ko was lookin' for 'em . "

@orteskycam

[orteskycam]

❝            nice stickers, ❞ cam shot back, greeting thomas with her middle finger. ❝ and nice shirt. ❞ tacked onto the end for good measure. surely landing in the comeback hall of fame next to the likes of no, you shut up. it wasn’t often ortesky’s got to act their age. perhaps it was just the mix of substances and infectious immaturity of so many frat boys in one location – but they both seemed to be having fun. ❝ i saw it before. probably stretching it out for poor ko. ❞

camille’s foot kicked nudged the person occupying the chair next to thomas as a signal to move, stealing their spot without a word.  ❝ he’s on duty. ❞ and they were far enough into the night to know everyone would be too drunk and too annoying for camille to tolerate. ❝ just tell her to text them or something, i don’t know. we haven’t hit the microchip stage of our relationship yet. ❞

[orteskycam]

for @g0dcountry

the party was in full force as camille stumbled out through the door. cheap fruity wine in one hand while the other swapping between pushing the handbag back up on their shoulder and reaching out for environmental stabilisers. around the pool, most the loungers were empty. save for the shirtless dude passed out ( lightweight ! ) and the semi familiar face. her boyfriend’s… best friend’s… roommate. that was an invitation, right ?

❝            wanna see my haul ? ❞  the bag dropped on the chair next to isla in place of a greeting. ❝ someone left all this shit just chilling. ❞ probably somewhere they assumed would be safe – that likely would have been, if not for camille. ❝ glitter, glitter, hey fifty bucks ! ❞ tucked into their biniki top without so much as a second thought. ❝ glitter, a pen, lipstick. ❞ the cap pulled off to reveal mac candy yum yum had camille’s nose scrunched in disgust. ❝ liza wouldn’t wear this. would you ? ❞ bullet still exposed, offered to isla like a sacrifice at her alter. ❝ or do you bet i could write on that guy without waking him ? ❞

[soundbord]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — camille ortesky 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — some poor frat guy's room

"i just don't fuckin' wanna go back out there, cam." it's a cadence that sounds foreign on him, adopted from time with them just as this attitude was. they never passed up a party, and had been having a great time, but the rest of the world always seemed like a distraction, a nuisance, when it was just them. their words are punctuated by the harsh, quick sound of a zip and the jingling of jewelry "they're all just going to—" they're searching for their discarded shirt when their eyes land on her, and they melt.

milo's crossing the room with purpose he doesn't act with, the bed dipping under his weight as a knee is pressed down on the mattress "oh honey," a ring adorned hand touches satin skin, thumb brushing a reddened, kiss bitten bottom lip. teeth suck lightly, what could be confused as a pitying sound if one isn't familiar with that mask of nonchalance "you look beautiful." they'd both worn evidence of the other like trophies for as long as they'd been together, but there was always this moment. where, selfishly, milo wanted to keep this— keep her, to himself.

"y'wanna take my shirt?" the offendingly colorful thing peeked out of the sheets just next to them. the whole damn peanut gallery was here tonight— best to at least offer to provide them some discretion.

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milo’s voice was something camille had grown to expect in the moments after. everything else had been loud. their voices constantly meshing over one another to the bed frames adding its own contribution. the quiet was comforting as camille pulled their bikini bottoms back on. silence, however, was not. milo’s notable end mid-sentence caused them to tear attention from the string the were retying, focused on the way milo crossed the room. ❝            shoulda stuffed your pockets before you got us a room. coulda just camped out in here if we had the fun stuff. ❞ camille chimed in, replacing any generic yeah, i was listening knee jerk responses.

just as the mattress had bent to their lover, camille melted into milo’s hand. the pet name rolls off his tongue and pulls camille’s lips into a smile. not the usual smirk people expected of them, but a genuine softness that milo managed to pull from places camille had written off as dysfunctional years ago. the kind that reached blue eyes gazing up at them as the compliment followed. lips parted softly, taking the tip of milo’s thumb between them.

the offer of their shirt was sweet, and probably better for everyone else's sake considering how much skin camille was showing. and how colour seemed to be amplified on alabaster skin. ❝  what ? ❞ camille started, voice laced with faux innocence. ❝  you don't wanna show off your toy ? ❞

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SOPHIE THATCHER Marie Claire, November 2024

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TASK 002. that girl will be a problem , only if you let her . i left her back home , but i cannot forget her .

BAG

camille’s bag is some cheap ass black duffle bag with a bunch of patches ironed or stitched on – purely depending on what kind of mood they were in on the day the added the patch to the bag. or how many times they had fallen off before. ft. milo — ticket to pound town , a chill pill , salt shaker for a band milo likes … veruca salt . ft. tom — music note patched gifted by tom , ( not pictured ) a piano patch also gifted , gumball machine because tom calls them anais from gumball . ft. eliza — sun and moon patch , anatomical correct heart that serves to both tease the cutesy heart options they looked at together AND be affectionate .

CLOTHES

as scribed in the ancient texts, a hoe never gets cold. do i think cam meant to pack this much ? hell no, but i was having fun with their style so NOW it was definitely a half packed bag cam forgot about and then just shoved a few more things before heading out this time. the type of antagonistic little shit to wear band shirts and pretend not to know any songs when obnoxious dudes ask. “ yeah, i know nirvana. it’s a clothing brand. ” 85% of things are ripped. ( not pictured : a pair of fishnets that not even remove bg could save ) what they lack in jackets, they make up for in proximity to milo, who will defs lend something warm.

MAKE UP

drugstore makeup queen. anything high end in their connection was five finger discount when eliza dragged them into sephora. preferred brand is nyx because of the name and just general edgy vibe compared to most others, though there are some other brands scattered in. their base routine is very low coverage, natural finish. most time spent on their makeup is on their eyes. big eyeliner fan,, the fckn emo. perfume is sweet lolita lempicka which its description does use the term forbidden fruit. an actual review of camille by luke sinclair, too. top notes are sour cherry and sugar.

MISC OTHERS

pouch of accessories — various rings and necklaces, everything they’re not wearing just chucked in there. probably tanged as shit. honourable mention to the mood ring camille constantly wears on her right hand ring finger , a promise ring from milo. random lore drop : camille has her belly button & nipples pierced. drinks — priorities, y’know ? they so deeply did not give a fuck abt this doco filming and they aren’t afraid to show it. knowing what he know now, we can giggle at the holy water flask. tech — sexy smashed phone & spiderweb phone case. the headphones are 100% some knock off dupe and not airpods, but she’s a over ear headphones kinda gal. misc — only packed tampons bc i saw that pencil case and had a giggle. bottom of the bag, probably doesn’t even remember them. that is the closest they have to anything medical bc, again, there was not a serious thought in their head. white lighter specifically. notebook that they still occasionally scribble poems or thoughts in , would not show anyone willingly bc how lame ?? when you don’t get praised for it growing up, you tend to start hiding it. a packet of cigarettes from milo’s go to brand. baggie of weed being the only BYO while anything else would come from milo. converse shoes because look at them.