#ft. camilla.

[xdominicj]

𝐢𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 › camilla.

DOMINIC: did i leave my cubs sweatshirt at your place last night??

DOMINIC: if so, please guard it with your life.

DOMINIC: i'm having separation anxiety already

[fedegreco-blog1]

federico greco might have many flaws. but when it comes to showing up for the people he cares about, he is always, always there. and the fact that things didn’t end so well with camilla was not about to change that. he knew something was wrong, she had told him as much. and it genuinely worried him. they had agreed on having a cup of coffee so he’s now having a quick smoke outside their meeting point. “oh, hey,” he waves at her once he spots her.

@ncwhouses

[fedegreco-blog1]

@ncwhouse

fede intertwines his arm with cami’s as they make their way inside the glamorous room filled with dancing bodies and more champagne bottles than they could count. he’s ready to enjoy the night with his beautiful fiancée and he won’t let anything or anyone get in the way. or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself. “what do you say we start by getting a drink, love?” he whispers softly against cami’s ear. he knows he needs the cold feeling of champagne rushing down his throat in order to ease into the night. “then we can dance and dance until our feet hurt, alright? tonight is all about you and me.”

[fedegreco-blog1]

federico wishes he could be somewhere far away now, a deserted island maybe. anywhere but in his lawyer’s office. he was told that it was going to be a quick proceeding, just signing some papers and be done with it. who knew calling of an engagement could feel like getting a divorce already? but his and cami’s parents had confined every single aspect of their relationship in contracts, they couldn’t just leave their fortunes in the hands of their reckless children like that. fede could’t blame them. 

he is currently slouched over one of the chairs in the conference room, close by the window, when he catches a glimpse of her walking in. no one had warned him cami would be here and his blood goes cold. for a moment, he contemplates making a run for it but they’re on a 30th fucking floor. it’s not like he can jump out the window like that. so instead, he goes for his phone desperately hoping that instagram could swallow him whole already.

closed starter for @ncwhouse

[fedegreco-blog1]

what do you like best about cami?

that she feels like coming home after a long bad day.

@ncwhouse

[fedegreco-blog1]

imessage – princess.

fede: hi baby

fede: hope you're having fun at dinner with your parents. sorry i couldn't make it.

fede: see you after, yeah?

fede: happy birthday baby love.

[gildedthcrns]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 / ismira sangrey & @ladymilla​ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 / near the stage of the play 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 / the fifth day, late afternoon

MAYBE THIS WHOLE AFFAIR WASN’T that awful to attend, ismira mused to themselves after the play had finished. sure, she’d felt like a glorified guard most of the time she’d been here, but the song of lyria and rivia had been a beautiful performance, and miraculously, ismira had genuinely enjoyed it. a group of other attendees had crowded around both lady camilla and lady asha as soon as it had ended, so mira had leaned back in their chair for a while to avoid having to go through all of that.

REGULARLY, SHE WOULD HAVE JUST flashed the steel she carried everywhere, and the crowd would have parted to let ismira through — but she felt it would spoil the occasion, so she waited until the crowd thinned out and she could move about freely. “ you have a real talent for playing, there were just as many tears for your harp work as there were for lady asha’s performance, ” she spoke up as soon as she spotted camilla, lowering their voice for the next sentence. “ i hope cultivating your other talents are going quite as well. maybe you could demonstrate for me, later? ”