#a perfect queen for the loyal king...camcel...lostkingofthequarter

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Camcel Aesthetics

Specific Muses: Camille O’connell and Marcel Gerard @lostkingofthequarter

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Relationship Status: “At first we were a fling, and we weren't supposed to be anything more. But well, I got twisted in my feelings and I care deeply for him. I wouldn’t say we are together (Though I wish we were) but I don’t think I can care for anyone like I do him. So, complicated?”

Feelings toward them: “There is no one I care for more deeply and passionately than I do him. I don’t know if what we have will ever be more, but it doesn’t matter. I care about him and I will always ensure that his happiness is first. Even if that happiness isn’t with me.”

Fantasies about them: “Have you seen that man in bed? He knows exactly what spots to caress and what way to just make me melt under his embrace. Plus, I’m definitely not against him tying me down or restraining me with his own hands. I quite enjoy his dominant behavior.”

Trait they like: “His undying loyalty and his devotion to his city.”

Trait they dislike: “There’s nothing I really dislike about him, flaws and strengths come in pairs, remember?”

Favorite thing to do to bug them: “I have this innate ability to be far too stubborn and doing things whether he wants me to or not, but he never tells me no.”

Favorite thing to do to cheer them up: “A good pot of gumbo and a kiss on the cheek. That or simply sitting there listening to him. Whatever he needs at that time.”

Nightmare they had involving them: “Watching him suffer. He gives so much that watching him suffer and be in pain in some way truly hurts my heart. I don’t want him to lose himself in the grief that I have many times experienced and have seen others experience. And the worse part of the nightmare is being unable to talk, unable to react, running to him and yet I can’t get to him and he thinks I’ve abandon him as well.”

Dream they had involving them: “Enjoying New Orleans for all its glory and beauty. Just walking down the street, the music, the stars and moon overhead, and just seeing him smile. What more could I ask for?”

Desire from them right at this moment: “To come to bed, brush my hands along his face, to hold him close and kiss him. And to just know that I’m here, that I’m not leaving him, and I will forever be his if he wants me.”

Meme: Relationship QuestionsDescription: Send me a “♥ + a Url”Status: AcceptingInquisitor: @lostkingofthequarter

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Look {lostkingofthequarter}

Brown. Rich as the soil to covers the earth, connected with everything around him. Dark recesses filled with alluring mystery, one that everyone wants to know and yet only a few can truly understand. Chocolate charisma with an insurmountable depth if one dares to let themselves drown in it and only those he allows can actually survive in his gaze. Passionate. Intensity of strength and power, for everything he does. A neverending fire, one that people can help but be drawn to and hope that his vigor will rub off on them. But it doesn't, it must be in their soul and the connection made. HE knows passion doesn't come from others but within. Fury. Untempered, unchanged. Like the changing seas, unpredictable and violent. The waves crash down, and nothing can stand against it. The sea is a fickle friend, and so is he. Those who rest on his calm waves, who he carries from shore to shore. Only they are the ones who survive because they know not to irritate the beast within.

Loyalty. Fierce, unbending, undying. A chain that can never be broken. Once you are connected to it, you are part of him and he part of you. But never test the chains, one unworthy snap, and sparks fly. He rips the chain by his callous damaged hands. Hurt, hurt from wounds deep in the past, betrayal and refusing to ever feel those wounds again. An apostate never lies in his pride for he removes treachery. But most of all, lost. Lost in his own sea, in his own crashing waves of mistrust and pain. Lost, veiled by the heaviest of mist, heavy and suffocating. His hands in front of him and yet he can't see them, desiring to see what is partially obscured. He's fighting, always fighting, to move around, struggling to breathe, to find what he has lost, or perhaps never had. Refusing to lose anymore. But he just needs to see past the fog, past the pains of his heart. To see that his family is just reaching out for him, that his roots are right there for him. That most of all, he doesn't need to prove himself to anyone. Only to himself.

Meme: Meme HereDescription: Send “Look” for my muse to describe your muse’s eyes in the most descriptive way they can Status: Selectively Accepting (I have to know your character, several interactions)Inquisitor: @lostkingofthequarter

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