#ft. camilla

[romymccready]

who: @camillabarone where: casino night

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 the dance floor, the music was pulsing through romy’s boots. slot machines and roulette wheels she could handle, even enjoy. but this synthetic pounding was something else entirely, a migraine made audible. her gaze snagged on a woman wrapped in a gold dress, a supernova in human form. she was the kind of stunning that short-circuited romy's brain mid-thought. the polished, sun-kissed bodies of l.a. still felt like an alien species to her, all of them seemingly engineered in some secret laboratory she hadn't been invited to. she stepped a little closer, wings brushing someone’s shoulder as she leaned in. "your dress is real pretty," she complimented. "i’m impressed you can still breathe in it. it looks tight. but not in a bad way," one corner of her mouth lifted in a hesitant half-smile. "you decided to skip the costume part?"

[junghaerin]

who: @camillacaravelli where: out and about somewhere in the city idk. a club?

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 almost immediately; blonde, immaculate, vaguely ruthless-looking like harry had warned. but those were just rumors, right? effortless in the way money tends to be. rin let herself hesitate for exactly one second before crossing the floor. bad idea, she knew. it wasn’t like she had anything to hide, but she didn’t want to make the situation worse either. she slid up beside her at the bar, ordering nothing yet, just close enough to be heard without shouting. “that dress is lethal,” she complimented. “i feel woefully underdressed in comparison.” she meant it. rin's faded jeans and threadbare sweater might as well have been pajamas next to camilla. dark circles shadowed her eyes, hair hastily tied back; the kind of exhaustion that had become a personality trait. and yet, somehow, rin wore her dishevelment like a badge of honor. “who’s the designer?”

[selinagha]

who: @camillacaravelli where: giulietta's

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 she spotted cami in the crowd, already sliding into motion behind the bar like it was choreography. after everything that happened at the casino, she was finding it difficult to focus on work. mainly she wanted to yap about it to whoever would listen. “oh hi,” she greeted brightly, smile instant, eyes lighting up. “i was hoping someone fun would come in tonight.” she grabbed a clean glass, already reaching for the good stuff without asking. “this one’s on me, obviously. don’t tell your brother,” she added in a whisper that absolutely did not stay quiet. “what’re we feeling?”

[wldflcwr]

iii. my beautiful caged bird. ft. @hollowthorne

The fire danced in the grand hearth, its flickering light casting restless shadows across the room. Vlad stood in the periphery, where the darkness was deepest, his figure as still as a statue carved from midnight. His gaze lingered on Camilla, her slender form framed by the wide arched window. The moonlight poured over her like liquid silver, caressing her in ways he ached but dared not to. His hands, clasped behind his back, tightened, as though restraining himself from the impulse to reach for her.

“You stand there every night,” he said finally, his voice low and smooth, carrying the weight of centuries. “Always gazing toward the horizon, as if it holds some great salvation. Do you imagine it might grant you freedom, Camilla? Or perhaps you think the stars will guide you to some place beyond my reach?” His tone was measured, almost detached, but beneath it simmered something unspoken, something raw.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid and precise, the faint whisper of his shoes against the marble the only sound. “You despise these walls, this life I’ve given you. I see it in the way your hands grip the sill as though you might break free through sheer will. And yet, here you are. Night after night, rooted to this place as much as I am. Do you not see it? You belong to the darkness now, as much as it belongs to you.” His crimson eyes traced her outline, the moonlight sharpening every line and curve. His fingers flexed at his side, the yearning to touch her almost unbearable.

But he would not. Instead, he let his gaze drift to the floor, his voice softening. “Hate me if it soothes you. Blame me if it eases the weight of what you are. But the truth remains: there is no salvation in the horizon, no peace beyond these walls. You will find nothing there but what you already know. We have known this truth for many moons.”

[jeremymatthews]

    It’d become almost routine to go out to the old abandoned factory around that time at least once a week. Typically it was reports of some kids trying to climb the fences or a passed out drunk. That’s the call he was expecting when his radio came alive with the sound of a dispatcher, though seconds later came the correction to his expectations—suspicious activity at a residence. Taking note of the street he’d just driven past and realizing it was exactly a block away from the place of the call, Jeremy immediately made a turn. Picking up the radio he shared his proximity to the residence, calling in that he’d be checking it out and would call for back up if necessary. 

Within minutes he was parked in front of the correct house, making his way up toward the entrance. Since noticing a car in the drive way Jeremy wanted to make an attempt at checking in on the owner first. After a series of knocks and no response he was about to make his way around to the back when he heard movement behind the door. “Southport PD,” he announced with another knock. When the door finally came open—following the initial shock—he had to fight back a curse. Every thought circling his mind being on the notion that the situation was fucked. 

He knew about her return, of course, shortly after hearing the news he’d began doing everything in his power to avoid coming face to face with her. So much for that now. “Camilla,” he starts, clearing his throat, then his mind along with it as he reminded himself of the reason for his standing there. “We got a report from one of your neighbors. They saw someone they didn’t recognize lurking around on your property. Is anyone here with you?” As professional and steady as he was keeping his demeanor, Jeremy was also hoping she’d offer some reasonable explanation so he could call in an all clear and get the hell out. ( @camillagoulding )

[andromedas1x1]

smash or pass Camilla x Melanie

“If she weren’t a she I’d say smash, but it’s a pass.”

@smeldys1x1

[oceanbreaks]

                         A BOBBY & CAMILLA AESTHETIC !                                                                              ( to, my manic pixie dream junkie. ) ❛ use the sleeves of my sweater, let’s have an adventure.               got my head in the clouds, but my gravity’s centred. ❜                                                                                                                                                                            @cvmillas