۞:Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?
her anger, margaret never let go of her anger. she is not one for actually feeling things, but this emotion is always strong and intense and present, building up inside of her and ready to explode at the smallest of things—but she holds herself so much she often needs to blow off steam in other activities, or her facade would fall as easily as one could cut a head off.
there is also her issues with her parents—even if she often denies holding grudges or anything but good memories, it’s only in order to keep the mask. but deeply, in very rare moments, there’s this sadness that seems to have stuck inside her bones and she blames her father for it, spilling everything into anger once again.
after all that is said and done, the first thought that camila has is to wonder what the weather was like outside. she doesnt worry herself about the naked male wrapped around her or the events of the night before.
she simply wants to know if she'll need a coat for the day.
her parents were never the type to stop her from being herself--nor was she the type to need them to stop her anyway. they must've guessed what his intentions were, what her intentions were. her mother wasn't blind and her father was a teenaged boy at one point in his life. it was obvious that there was more to that one shared look they gave her before they left for washington. almost as if she knew what camila would do before camila even did it and just begged her to be safe.
she's one of the lucky ones. to be so understood, so trusted, by parents that were willing to put her before saving the world.
she blinks back to reality and in the distance she hears her phone buzz from what she assumes can only be a message from vita. she must be wondering what camila was up to, especially when the last message she had sent off was a panicked what if i suck at sex?!. she pulls herself from his arms to retrieve her phone, he tries to stop her, only climbing back beside him when she replies with a quick i'll talk to you later, it went fine, so much to tell you.
at their age, he had only just begun to get his first few tattoos. they littered his torso, the way stars littered the night sky beyond her window, showing only small signs of an upcoming addiction. they were easily hidden, under any shirt, though she found it endearing how worried he was about his mother finding out. it was nice to see someone so cold show emotion, even if it was just to her. turning in her spot to face him, her arms reach around his stomach (there's a visible shiver in his body as her skin touches his and she smirks in quiet victory), she pulls herself closer to him, shutting her eyes to listen to the sound of his steady breathing.
if she didn't already have plans she thinks she would like to stay in bed all day like this.
'what are you thinking about? you have that wrinkle on your face'
glancing up at him with a smile, she replies 'just thinking about stuff'
seeking no clarification of what stuff meant, he laughs at her reply. he pulls his wrist into view and she can see the time illuminated on his watch. 'your parents will be home soon. we should probably get dressed'
she nods at his request as he pulls himself from her. still shy about their naked forms, he takes a pillow with him, placing it before his crotch. as if she hadn't seen his entirety already though she looks away out of politeness anyway. sitting up on her bed she runs a nervous hand through brunette hair. her fingers grip the sheets and she notices his button up shirt sitting not too far from her feet. she picks it up, intending to take it to him but instead pulls it over her shoulders instead. 'do you mind if i keep this?' she asks when he returns.
he agrees with a smile, leaning to kiss her. if she hadn't pushed him away, they would have end up in her bed all over again, 'you should go' she tells him.
'i love you'
she shuts the door on him purely out of surprise. the smile on her face disappears as she sinks to the floor--alistair tremaine loves me?
-
it would be months until they would see each other again.
after that night camila ignored every call, every message, every attempt he had at speaking to her. there were rumours floating around their social circles that she had only used him for sex but those were quick to die. anyone who knew camila knew that that wasn't the truth. but there was no better explanation, though, so it remained the only viable theory and the topic became another to gossip about between classes.
her parents were invited out to france by the royal family (a thank you for all that they have done) and so took this as a chance for a vacation. after a whirlwind tour of the great country, camila met the charming's for the first time. she hit it off with their eldest son, who was far funnier than anyone had ever let on, not knowing that he was related to alistair. it was only as they were about to leave do the tremaine's arrive. neither were expecting the other to be there and it seems benjamin had ulterior motives with getting to know her.
a heavy silence weighs between them and camila rushes out before she has a chance to hear what alistair had to say.
-
by the time vita arrived in france (she had some business in new orleans to attend to and made her way over once that was done) she was more than ready to begin damage control. her parents had offered their services but camila turned them down. she wanted him out of her life, not dead. and so vita was sent on her behalf.
'tell me something, vita, anything'
'she doesnt want to see you alistair. please. for all of us, just go home'
'but--'
vita gives him a stare, her normal emotionless self overcoming the pity she feels for him. 'it's what camila wants'
'can you tell her i came by, at least? or to call me?'
'maybe. goodbye alistair'
-
by eighteen camila knew a lot of things about the world. she knew how to shoot an arrow across a 200 metre distance. she knew over 100 self defence moves. she knew how to sew and cook and clean. she knew that she wanted to spend her life fighting for the injustice of the world. she knew the ins and outs of boys and their relevant libidos. she knew the world. she also knew that there is always something about the first.
(this was it--she was done--there was no turning back.)
she was in love.
there would be a wedding. maybe in ten years when they've both graduated. he'll be a successful criminal lawyer, she'll a humanitarian. there will be children. maybe two, three. he'll say that he wants them to grow up intelligent, she'll argue that they should grow up however they want. there will be fights. maybe one too many. he'll apologise with a hug, she'll always forgive him.
there will be so much more.
you're too young, too young to know that this is the rest of your life.
but what if she wasnt--what if this was the one thought that will remain unchanged from now until, well, forever?
"Something new?" She ponders, holding her index finger to her lips, "I’ve taught people many things, but the latest isn’t as thrilling as the rest. It is nothing more than a simple video game I developed. After all, I did need a test subject to see if it will be of any success."
"as of right now, i'm passionate about playing the piano. i want to enhance my skills and continue to improve the quality of music that my fingers play. the piano is my stress outlet after all. it is something i love dearly, no matter what."
"I’m a nerd, so I never had my first kiss." She said nonchalantly.
Tiana:A time you tried the hardest for something.
"I would have to say when I tired to build my robot? They would often blow up or catch on fire." She cringed at the memories of her mother scolding yelling at her.
Nemo:Your bravest moment.
"Facing my mother when she’s angry is always my bravest moment. Because you know, she’s kind of scary when she’s angry"
Although Parker was the kind of guy who wouldn’t mind to study, ‘break time’ was one of his favorite moments of the day -- mostly because it was when he would be able to walk around and just appreciate the view around the campus. He was a photographer, after all -- or so he called himself that --, it was part of his nature to simply watch the others, take long moments staring around, looking for a perfect picture.
He barely was out of his fourth period when he had his camera on his hand and his bag hanging on his right shoulder, ready to get at least one picture of the beautiful day that was outside. Dan was kind new there, so it was expected he would explore a lot. He walked till get somewhere he had seen when he first walked around there, next to a big tree in front of one of the buildings, where the sun had a favorable light. If there was something he had learned from his father was that nature light was what made the whole scenario better.
Dan put his bag on the ground and sat down, preparing his camera for the shot. It was a nice day, he thought to himself, planning on sending these pictures to his parents so they could see he was doing great by himself. As he put the camera in front of his face and got exactly how he wanted the photo to be, he froze. Was that-- No, it couldn’t be. Daniel took the camera off his face and looked straight to someone walking off the building. There weren’t much people around, and there was her.
Before he could stop himself, Parker got up, took his bag and ran towards the girl. There was an icy feeling about seeing her face again. She was different and he knew that; he also knew going after her now was the worst idea he could ever have. Even with that, he threw his bag strap over his shoulder and got close to the girl, clearing his throw lightly once stopping behind her. “Vita?”, Dan called out.
her creative outlets would have to be in the performing arts area. she enjoys playing the piano and dancing, even singing when she feels like it. penelope was told by the muses that the arts are what make life colorful and she has believed those words since.
