[Well, fuck. Jesus this is a mess. And help her, there's a spark of jealousy in the mix too.
At least Marian had the guts to broach the subject. Camille never got up the nerve. They were too busy pressing on bruises and fretting about one another, stumbling over the most wretched parts of each other's lives. And by the time she came returned from the dead, he was already losing his mind.
Yet in spite of it all, she keeps grasping for straws. The things he'd said to her at the Pyre. The bullshit he'd spouted at the execution, the way he'd brushed her wrist softly at that last trial. Was any of it true? Or was it that fucking cat, twisting his head around and messing with her by proxy?
Because it had sounded good to her. She'd have liked to bond with him too. Monster pact or otherwise. Fill the lonely spaces that surrounded him.
Fuck, she's so pathetic.]
Hey, hey, come on. That's not — look, this place is the fucking pits. Even if you get attached to someone they're dead the next week. No one here is lucky. Just being here makes us unlucky by default.
If there's a problem here, it's definitely not you.
Given the way my weeks have been going, honestly, I can't say if I'm doing better or worse than everyone dropping.
[ at least? their bad luck is one and done? hers seems to be a consistent low score across the board and honestly, at this point she's just waiting for the most stupidest thing to finally take her out and leave her to rot.
not that.... anyone would be happy about that.... but even she gets tired of this nonsense you know...!! ]
I'm more likely to be taken out by a frying pan to the face than one of these monsters at the rate I'm going and maker, I'll probably deserve it.
[ honk her nose because she's just a goddamn foolish clown in this rodeo ]
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[Well, fuck. Jesus this is a mess. And help her, there's a spark of jealousy in the mix too.
At least Marian had the guts to broach the subject. Camille never got up the nerve. They were too busy pressing on bruises and fretting about one another, stumbling over the most wretched parts of each other's lives. And by the time she came returned from the dead, he was already losing his mind.
Yet in spite of it all, she keeps grasping for straws. The things he'd said to her at the Pyre. The bullshit he'd spouted at the execution, the way he'd brushed her wrist softly at that last trial. Was any of it true? Or was it that fucking cat, twisting his head around and messing with her by proxy?
Because it had sounded good to her. She'd have liked to bond with him too. Monster pact or otherwise. Fill the lonely spaces that surrounded him.
Fuck, she's so pathetic.]
Hey, hey, come on. That's not — look, this place is the fucking pits. Even if you get attached to someone they're dead the next week. No one here is lucky. Just being here makes us unlucky by default.
If there's a problem here, it's definitely not you.
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[ at least? their bad luck is one and done? hers seems to be a consistent low score across the board and honestly, at this point she's just waiting for the most stupidest thing to finally take her out and leave her to rot.
not that.... anyone would be happy about that.... but even she gets tired of this nonsense you know...!! ]
I'm more likely to be taken out by a frying pan to the face than one of these monsters at the rate I'm going and maker, I'll probably deserve it.
[ honk her nose because she's just a goddamn foolish clown in this rodeo ]