#camilie

[fjilde]

How tf am I supposed to get into the French revolution fandom when I can't tell saint just and camilie (or however you spell his name) apart?! They're just French twinks

[palpitacjauczuc]

Świat nie jest ani biały ani czarny. Świat ma wyborny odcień szarości.

[xjunjox]

Here is my part for @camilieroart ‘s fan art contest ^^ 

I thought I would draw her because she is a cutie~ With a little @nxsuper in there too~

[mandypantswrites]

He's okay

Gif not mine

Characters: Emilie Adams, Caleb Foster

Word Count: 669

Do not steal or repost as your own

They just made love.

They just made love, and Emilie was extremely aware of that.

She enjoyed it, of course she did. This was Caleb. The only man who's actually been able to please her. But it felt different. It felt strange.

Something was missing.

So she fell asleep, because she'd rather face nightmares than lie awake next to his body and think of what happened. It was wrong, it had to be. She was continually hurting the werewolf by sleeping with him. Well, more like fucking him. Because they did not sleep together, not until last night. This time, her humanity stayed off. It was like the little bastard of a switch knew what she was going to do, like it knew so it had no reason to be defiant.

It reminded her of Caleb.

He knew as well; deep in his subconscious Emilie knew that he knew. There’d be no other reason for him to stay with her if he didn’t. He would never have stayed and done whatever she asked for had he have no hope. This was his doing, this was him crawling under her skin and making his home right next to her unbeating heart, her unfeeling mind. Because they were both so fucking stubborn, that Emilie couldn’t do anything else but give in.

She couldn’t have sex with him any longer, not after last night. She stared up at the ceiling, she looked down at his arms around her and she knew they couldn’t go back to spontaneously slamming the other against tree barks or walls. Everything had changed and Emilie had to deal with it. Her hands rested on his warm arm and she sighed. She wanted to love him. This was too much for her, it was more of a hassall not feeling anything now. A trip down memory lane reminded her that Caleb too has suffered. It reminded her that she had also been through hell similar to what happened prior to her kidnapping. She had endured and endured and endured, only to remember she had turned off her humanity before. For little short periods of time until she could be okay again.

Caleb never had that luxury in his life.  

It was strange, she knew it. She hadn’t looked to him for strength before, even if she had told him that while her humanity was on. She had always felt like Caleb was the weaker one, Caleb had to be protected and it was her job to do it. Yet here he is, lying in bed with the shell of the woman he loved. And he’s okay. He’s okay. He’s damaged, but he was okay.

She wouldn’t be alone.

She couldn’t turn her humanity back on if she was alone, that would just kill her. But she wasn’t alone, she had Caleb. Caleb, the rock she could fall back on. Even now, he was the one who was there while she faced her old house.

That’s when it clicked. Emilie turned to gaze at Caleb, her stare intense yet soft. She would turn her humanity back on today. A Valentines Day gift that she knew he would appreciate. Her lips pursed together, figuring out the details. She would want the house to burn down first. And she could only do so with her humanity off, because with it on she would crumple and panic and leave the damn building up. After it was burned, she’d let him take her away from the house. Maybe to dinner, to let him imagine she still loved him. But the second she’d get back home, she’d kiss him.

And turn it on, just like that.

She would cry, she would get sick, she would want to turn it back on.

But she wouldn’t because she had him. Because she could feel again.

A saccharine sweet smile crossed her lips because after months of being in a limbo state, Emilie had direction.

And it was all because of the sleeping pup right besides her.

[mandypantswrites]

I've actually been crying over Camilie for three days straight frik u Tryfon I cried myself to sleep over them.

[mandypantswrites]

Twice I’ve lost my virginity. The first to someone who meant something to me. But she wasn’t anything like her. While she laid there and withered occasionally, While I felt guilt and shame Who even knew how she felt. I hated it. Not her, but fucking her. It was cheap and vile. But then there’s her. With the chocolate brown hair that contrasted so wonderfully against her golden one. With the bright doe eyes that held pain and love. Being with her was being reborn. Everything was new and it was right. There was the right moment where her soaked skin was up against mine. Where her kisses healed every would and all I could do was show her it’s how much I loved her. I loved her. The woman with the doe brown eyes and cold skin. With the unbeating heart that was too large for this sick world. She gave and she received, she was selfless and amazing. No one else can or will compare.

Losing it Twice- original poem

[elizabelel]

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