Impossible.

{ texts : accepting ! }

: a morning text :

[ sms ✉ lovely ] It’s a lovely morning and so are you![ sms ✉ lovely ] Are you busy this early in the morning, or can I steal you away for some brunch?

: a text that wasn’t sent :

[ sms ✉ lovely ] how can you keep secrets so easily

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

“ah...” here, she could understand a little bit of the pleasure that lay within this kink. some kind of stimulation, even if it was pain, was -- “i...understand it. it’s...okay, i suppose. as long as it isn’t too painful. my hair is always well cared-for, you see, and it would be a shame to damage it too much...”

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

she turned red almost immediately, fingers grazing over her lips for the briefest second before her palm covered her mouth completely, as if such a kink was something to be ashamed of. “n-no...” she cleared her throat again, and looked away, trying not to make eye contact. “no comment.”

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

“the french are...ah...” a small furrow formed at her brow in thought, though her slightly-reddened cheeks gave her away. “it’s nice. french kissing is...nice.” and, even quieter: “i like it. i think...yes. it’s...really, really nice...”

{ texts : closed ! }

: a morning text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] Morning !!! [ sms ✉ senster ] How about some warm milk while we watch the sunset?

: a text that wasn’t sent :

[ sms ✉ senster ] i’m sorry that i’m so pathetic[ sms ✉ senster ] would it be too much to ask you to take my place? even for just a day...

but she was alone, and that was good. no one had to see. camille marmoreal is perfect and demure and smart and could kick anybody’s ass -- she just needed the right motivation to be all these things and lately, there hasn’t been much of that going around at all. she hasn’t even baked in a week, and that must be some new kind of record for marmoreal line. and here she is, trying to get something good going, and still...there’s nothing.

she almost doesn’t notice it when someone walks in, only freezes a little, like the presence of someone else in the room is surprising enough. even more so when she looks behind the still-swinging punching bag and sees xiaoli, in a state that doesn’t look...very sightly. (she’s learned not to ask too many questions.) instead, she smiles at him, hugging the punching bag as far as her arms can go around it, and tries to seem more composed than she actually is. 

“hey,” comes out in a small, exhausted exhale. “what’re you doing here?”

{ kink meme : accepting ! }

“f-face sitting? isn’t that a little...” she blushed heavily at the thought of it, and tried to clear her throat to keep her voice from shaking. “but you’re... right at their face...won’t that be a little uncomfortable?” 

she frowns at the other’s words and shakes her head. if anything, to jackie, camille looked nothing like a tanned, wrinkly walnut. she was something much more beautiful. wrinkly walnut just sounds negative and she would never want to hear someone so gorgeous say something like that about herself.

“i don’t think you look like a walnut,” she says as she pats the other’s back. “in fact, i think you look like a hazelnut! hazelnuts are pretty little nuts. besides, they can become something magnificent like nutella! and i believe that you are just as magnificent as nutella, cammie!” she smiles warmly at her, hoping that could cheer the other up.

speaking of nuts, she continued to eat the cashews she had with her as a form of snacks. the only reason she’d said such a thing was because she’d just received a letter from her mother, unabashedly stating that she was past the age of being engaged, and there must be a reason why she wasn’t, and camille knew well enough to read between the lines there.

❝ Us? Of course, we are. ❞ She laughs quietly. A playful little smile forming on her lips as she stared at the other.  ❝ We are meant to be no matter what. Otherwise we wouldn’t be friends, don’t you think so Camille? ❞ The orange haired female arched an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving the other’s. Hope licked her lower lip, the playful smile never leaving her lips. Camille knew her for who she truthfully was– she didn’t know her for the innocent little bunny she pretended to be.

❝ You see, you wouldn’t know me for how I truthfully am if we weren’t meant to be. You can’t be fooled what so ever by the cutesy and innocent facade I put up for everyone everyday. ❞

it’s amusing, really. camille hasn’t had this much fun in a while. though her heart ached too often around other people, hope was -- well, she lived up to her name. camille isn’t too fazed by the dual act; it's natural in the world that she lives in, and where she was raised, and where she was born. heck, she’s putting up one of her own right now, though not many could see through it. she’s extremely good at hiding things that shouldn’t be seen, after all.