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JOHN CONSTANTINE - HELLBLCZE STEFAN SALVATORE - RIPPERMORALITY BUFFY SUMMERS - SLAEGIRL ANGEL - ANGEALUS KLAUS MIKAELSON - HYBREDTM LUCIEN CASTLE - FIRSTPROGENY CAMI O’CONNELL - BRAVETENDER

"interesting.   don't   mind   my   psych   mayor   brain   picking   this   up   for   later."   the   fact   that   stefan   refers   to   klaus   as   a   friend   is   interesting   enough.   considering   the   hybrid   often   considers   himself   friend-less.   camille   flashes   back   a   smile   of   her   own,   taking   her   own   drink   in   her   hand   before   adding   back.   "well,   he   did   spoke   that   you   sported   a   nice   hair-do   back   in   the   20s   but   I   wouldn't   know.   though   this   one   is   very   50s."   and   she   swings   her   drink   on   one   go.   "can't   judge   you,   remember?   I   literally   spend   most   of   my   job   around   the   original   vampire   family."

and   just   like   that,   she   goes   back   to   her   role.   she   does   move   out   of   the   counter   and   to   sit   beside   him,   making   the   conversation   less   impersonal.   she   always   figure   it   works   best   this   way   with   him.   he   talks,   and   camille   nods,   listening   to   his   worries.   and   the   mention   to   hope   makes   her   stop   for   a   moment.   thinking   through.   "if   I   had   learned   something   by   knowing   you,   is   that   you   will   do   whatever   it   takes   to   protect   your   family.   specially   hope.   I   have   faith   in   that."   and   he   has   proven   himself   time   and   time   again.   "do   you   know   what's   comin?"

the   show   has   become   background   noise   at   the   time   as   she   takes   on   a   sip   of   her   bottle   before   leaving   it   by   the   table,   eyes   focusing   back   on   hope   as   she   adjust   her   legs   on   the   couch   and   think   it   through.   the   memory   is   one   she   recalls   vividly.   it   changed   her   entire   life,   for   better   or   for   worse.   "well,   depends   really.   we   had   meetings   here   and   there   before   we   truly   met.   he   gave   me   a   one   hundred   dollar   tip   the   first   time   we   saw   one   another."   she   recalls   with   a   smile   on   her   face.   "then   on   the   streets   of   new   orleans.   and   then,   lastly,   by   jackson   square,   listening   to   jazz.   and   an   street   artist."   and   by   reading   the   artist   she   had   read   klaus   without   knowing.   "i   saw   a   man   that   struggled   with   his   demons   daily.   that   used   abandonment   and   paranoia   to   push   people   away   before   they   pushed   him   first.   damaged,   not   broken,   but   someone   whose   trauma   followed   him   daily."   and   perhaps,   it   had   been   foolish   then,   to   allow   that   to   let   her   sink   in.   but   she   didn't   had   a   choice   then.   it   had   been   all   so   sudden.   "but   I   saw   some   good   in   there.   moment   by   moment   it   revealed   itself   to   me.   through   his   care   for   family.   his   love   for   you."

THIS

"with   the   amount   of   alcohol   you   are   drinkin',   you   better   give   me   a   good   tip."

SHE   OFTEN   FORGETS   HOW   BEAUTIFUL   NEW   ORLEANS   IS.   they   are   once   more   near   jackson   square,   the   night   is   quiet   and   she   had   been   restless   and   she   had   decided   to   take   a   walk.   andi   t   seems,   so   was   him.   and   they   find   each   other   where   they   often   make   conversation.   and   they   walk,   mostly   in   silence   reaching   the   sea   view   and   she   leans   there   by   the   reel   and   stare   back   at   the   sky   above   them.   "when   I   was   little   I   often   gave   the   stars   odd   names,   or   just,   random   names.   I   always   forgot   the   real   names."   she   speaks,   emerald   gaze   on   the   sky   and   smiling.   "I'm   sure   you   know   them   all."   camille   points   out,   finally   dropping   her   gaze   to   klaus,   thinking   he   would   be   staring   at   the   sky   but   no,   burning   gaze   on   her   and   she   feels   at   loss   of   breath,   mouth   gape   open.   silence   falls   for   a   moment   before   she   feels   a   rush   of   blood   to   her   cheeks.   "what?   is   it   my   hair?   I   didn't   had   time   to   brush   it."

“   This   is   one   of   my   favorite   places   to   just   hang   out.   “   camille   speaks,   feeling   a   presence   by   the   entrance   of   the   room.   not   her   home,   not   her   place,   but   she   had   spent   so   much   time   in   there   that   might   as   well   make   herself   comfortable.   she   stares   back   at   elijah,   a   small   smile   upon   her   lips      (   A   SMILE   TO   HIDE   THE   TRAUMA,   IT   WORKS   EVERYTIME   )   as   her   hands   reach   to   the   cold   metal   of   the   balcony   rail.   "is   that   weird?   that   I   enjoy   a   place   that   isn't   mine   to?   it's   just.   .   .it   has   a   great   view."   the   woman   speaks   truthfully,   the   view   down   to   the   streets   of   new   orleans   was   grand   and   glorious,   made   it   easy   to   get   lost   to   it.