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[thetruththatshouldbe]

reminder that this blog is on permanent hiatus

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// so.. who wants to kill my character?

[thetruththatshouldbe]

In life there are no do-overs

But in roleplay there are.

I’ve been in a funk lately that I just cannot shake.

After thinking for a long while I’ve decided to try and reboot Cam and see if that helps.

I’m totally willing to round off rps on this account, just let me know if you want to.

I also welcome you to my new account: http://heretoboogie.tumblr.com/

[thetruththatshouldbe]

// reblobbing

Again: if there's any rp on this account you want to finish here lemme know bc I'm totes willing

[thetruththatshouldbe]

In life there are no do-overs

But in roleplay there are.

I've been in a funk lately that I just cannot shake.

After thinking for a long while I've decided to try and reboot Cam and see if that helps.

I'm totally willing to round off rps on this account, just let me know if you want to.

I also welcome you to my new account: http://heretoboogie.tumblr.com/

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Opinions wanted

// for reasons I'm not gonna disclose yet I might be needing a new url, lemme know what you think of these/if you've got better ideas:

gonnarememberthosetrees

iminspired

maniciswhenyouknowit

canihaveyourcacao

heretoboogie

asinginglunatic

Thoughts?

[turing-tested]

self care is putting yourself to bed on a regular schedule because it’s the base treatment for mood disorders

there’s no twist or anything it’s just really really good for u to sleep at consistent times

[musthaveloved]

thetruththatshouldbe:

Fuck, that hurt. He bit back a whimper and leaned on the worktop, shoulders slumping. “Et- et was gonna be my choice, I was- I always thought et was- I was gonna choose when tae go,” Cam stammered in broken sentences, breath hitching. He didn’t want to cry.

Cam’s voice sounded like broken glass.

“You’re not going anywhere,” the hacker said fiercely, fighting a tremble in his own voice as he pushed out of his chair and went to join Cam by the worktop. “You hear me? There’s got to be a way to fight this, there’s got to.” 

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Had he been alone, Cam would've crumbled, sunk to the floor in an attempt to sink right through it and disappear. For now, he found a hollow, numb place inside of his chest and nestled there, coating himself in apathy.

Thing was.. he didn't want to be in hospital. But the only way to, probably, treat it was in hospital. Psi would expect him to go through with whatever procedure they had for this. Campbell wasn't so certain if he wanted to.

No way that he was going to tell him.

"I dunno," he sighed eventually. He still wasn't facing Psi. He probably should but he couldn't get himself to turn around, instead clinging to the worktop like a lifeline. "I s'pose ye'd haftae ask th'doctors?"

There was a date for an appointment with an oncologist at the bottom of the form, two days from now. Campbell had no idea how he was going to survive until then.

[kennxj]

[kote-the-inn-keeper]

Cam bursting into the inn, looks like he ran all the way from home. Is possibly wearing his shirt inside out and backwards. "I had a bad dream about ye, are ye oKAY?!"

Kote jumped and nearly dropped the plate of food in his hands, looking startled and a bit panicked with the sudden shouting and entering. Sighing slowly as he saw it was only Cam, he set the plate on the table for a rare early noon guest and put his hands on his hips. “Cam, your shirt isn’t on right… And I’m fine, it was only a dream. The inn is fine, I’m fine, you look like the one who needs a bit of worry over.” He replied, a soft smile of amusement coming to his face. 

[kote-the-inn-keeper]

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“Et was a quick fire, tho’. Not th'normal kind. Et spread faster, like-” Unsure how to describe it, he shook his head instead. Campbell had never been great with words, never had the right ones at the right time.

He swallowed hard, drank some of the water he’d been offered. “Like.. magic, maybe. I could almost b'lieve et.”

Despite Kote’s reassurances, it sat on his heart like a stone. “I jes’ wan'ye t'be arright,” he choked quietly, tearing up.

Kote reached over the bar and placed a hand on Cam once more. “I can see your worry… Something like that is pretty scary. But, I can assure you that nothing like that will happen here. I may be old and slow, but I doubt I’d get caught in a fire. Besides, I told you I’ve jumped off a roof… several times. Even with how battered I am now, I’d do it again.” 

It wasn’t a full lie. He would probably jump out a window in the case of a fire breaking out. But, Cam was more solid in his idea that Kote would stay and get others out first. It was just something that had to be done. Either way, it hadn’t happened and probably never would. 

“It’s alright Cam. Honest. Everything is still standing and there is no fire. The fireplace is even out right now. Here, how about I get you some late breakfast and you can stick around here today. Help me and keep an eye out just to put yourself at ease. How does that sound?” He offered genuinely. 

[thetruththatshouldbe]

He hesitated but nodded. Kote was probably thinking he was dumb, humouring him, but he couldn't shake the feeling he had to stay close.

"Aye, thanks." Cam swallowed heavily and decided to finish the water he'd been given. "...dun tell anyone?" He asked even though he was pretty sure Kote wouldn't tell. Rumour and gossip were the breath of the village at times. He didn't fancy becoming a laughing stock again.

"An' dun jump off roofs. I did that once. Et hurt."

[thetruththatshouldbe]

💔

(Our muses trapped in a burning building)“Th'kids- did-” Cam accidentally inhaled a lungful of smoke. “Did we get ‘em all out?”

@glockhart

[glockhart]

Gilderoys eyes pricked with tears at the smoke and heat coming from fucking EVERYWHERE, but he shook his head at Cam’s question. “You need to go! Get out, Cam!” He coughed deeply, trying to not let it show how much it was affecting him, and just how shit terrified he was “I’ll get Rory, you need to leave!”

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Was there no spell for this? Cam shook his head, coughing into the crook of his elbow. “I’ll double check th'bedrooms.” He was also scared, but if he didn’t do this and one of the kids or pets ended up trapped…

“See ye outside in five minutes?”

[glockhart]

No, that wasn’t what he meant… there was no time to argue, and Gilderoy knew it. He nodded at Cam, swallowing thickly. He turned around, heading into the living room. “RORY! RORY IT’S DAD, YOU NEED TO COME OUT!”

Rory, however, had heard the panic and noise and had gotten scared and now everything was HOT and he’d been hiding under the bed and he was on his own and he couldnt SEE anyone and it was hurting when he breathed, so he curled up and began to cry like only a terrified child could. 

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Gilderoy had mentioned Rory so Cam decided to check that bedroom first. He ran quick as he could, lungs burning harder as he breathed faster. He burnt his hand on the doorknob but forced the door open with his shoulder anyway.

Because this was Rory. He had a bit of a soft spot for him, to be fair. Rory was the boy who came to him after nightmares and thought it was so cool that Cam admitted he was scared too. He was the kid with the stuffed snake and the gap-toothed smile and-

Shit, no, he shouldn't be thinking about this now. Focus.

He turned around in the room but couldn't see him immediately. "Rory? Rory?!!"

[musthaveloved]

thetruththatshouldbe:

His lower lip wobbled, eyes tearing up because the way Psi spoke- Cam sniffed harshly and looked at him briefly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay?!”

Cam wasn’t even sure why he was feeling defensive. Or maybe it would be easier to argue than to be sad. “Et’s- fuck!” Turning away from Psi, he kicked a kitchen cupboard with uncharacteristic violence.

Psi flinched as Cam’s foot connected loudly with the cupboard, but didn’t say anything. Of course he’d be angry, anyone would…. hell, he was angry on Cam’s behalf as well as his own.

It wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve this.

And there was nothing he could say that would make it better.

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Fuck, that hurt. He bit back a whimper and leaned on the worktop, shoulders slumping. "Et- et was gonna be my choice, I was- I always thought et was- I was gonna choose when tae go," Cam stammered in broken sentences, breath hitching. He didn't want to cry.

[musthaveloved]

thetruththatshouldbe:

“Uh, uhm-” It all felt unreal, like he was watching a movie of his life, like he wasn’t in his own body. “Et went kinda fast.. wait, he gave me-” Campbell rummaged through his pockets. “He typed et up fer me.”

He handed the papers to Psi. The gist was that they could try treatment but it would be intense and Campbell’s chances would be slim indeed.

Campbell watched Psi as he read, then looked away. He didn’t want to see his face.

Psi took the piece of paper, free hand pressed tightly against his mouth; the floor seemed to fall out from under him as he scanned through it, various words and phrases leaping out at him.

Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Aggressive, possibly terminal.

No, no no no…..

Psi swallowed thickly, setting the sheet of paper aside and reaching for both of his partner’s hands. He wanted to wrap himself around him, shield him from everything– but this was one thing he was powerless to stop.

“Cam….. look at me?” A beat. “Please?”

[thetruththatshouldbe]

His lower lip wobbled, eyes tearing up because the way Psi spoke- Cam sniffed harshly and looked at him briefly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?!"

Cam wasn't even sure why he was feeling defensive. Or maybe it would be easier to argue than to be sad. "Et's- fuck!" Turning away from Psi, he kicked a kitchen cupboard with uncharacteristic violence.

[thetruththatshouldbe]

💔

(Our muses trapped in a burning building)“Th'kids- did-” Cam accidentally inhaled a lungful of smoke. “Did we get ‘em all out?”

@glockhart

[glockhart]

Gilderoys eyes pricked with tears at the smoke and heat coming from fucking EVERYWHERE, but he shook his head at Cam’s question. “You need to go! Get out, Cam!” He coughed deeply, trying to not let it show how much it was affecting him, and just how shit terrified he was “I’ll get Rory, you need to leave!”

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Was there no spell for this? Cam shook his head, coughing into the crook of his elbow. "I'll double check th'bedrooms." He was also scared, but if he didn't do this and one of the kids or pets ended up trapped...

"See ye outside in five minutes?"

[musthaveloved]

@thetruththatshouldbe

(continued from here)

“Oh god.”

Psi’s throat tightened. Cam had been unwell for weeks now and he’d been waiting, hoping, for there to be some good news– some indication that his partner was going to make it out of this okay.

He hadn’t even considered the alternative. It was unthinkable.

“How…… how bad?” he asked, one hand reaching for Cam’s.

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"Uh, uhm-" It all felt unreal, like he was watching a movie of his life, like he wasn't in his own body. "Et went kinda fast.. wait, he gave me-" Campbell rummaged through his pockets. "He typed et up fer me."

He handed the papers to Psi. The gist was that they could try treatment but it would be intense and Campbell's chances would be slim indeed.

Campbell watched Psi as he read, then looked away. He didn't want to see his face.

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💔

(My muse tells yours that they've got a terminal illness)"Uh-" Cam wrung his hands. "Sae.. th'doctor kinda used a few- well- a c-word, I guess."@augmentxd

[thetruththatshouldbe]

💔

(Our muses trapped in a burning building)"Th'kids- did-" Cam accidentally inhaled a lungful of smoke. "Did we get 'em all out?"@glockhart

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