#dvddies

As was her preference, Camille had been on the edge of the garden when the commotion started. It had been small at first, but there was no mistaking the loud noise that seemed to spur the crowd out of the ball room. Horror crossed her face as a distinct orange and red glow tinged the night. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the building as she kicked off her heels off and into a bush so she could sprint towards the building, gathering her skirt in one arm as she ran. Normally, she’d enjoy the soft grass beneath her bare feet, but Camille couldn’t give it a thought as she wove between the crowd. The people she loved flashed in her mind’s eye, and she knew she’d have to find them all somehow.

When she finally found herself in front of the flames, Camille stared for a moment as she tried to think on what to do. “I need a knife,” she declared suddenly, looking around those nearest her. “Do you have one?” Yards of golden skirt, pretty as it was, would only be a hindrance. Camille continued,"Are you hurt? And do you know if anyone is still inside?” Being five inches shorter than she usually was made her crane her neck a little to look up at the person closest to her.

She hadn’t really seen much of Julien around. Mainly because half of her time was spent down in the cells. So, she didn’t know what to expect whenever she saw him come around the corner of the garden. Though if he wanted to act tough, she could do the same right back. Act tough back to him easily. It was her signature move to be sassy with the dominants. He definitely looked like a dominant to her. She had also already finished the sub hunt and now that she was more at ease with everything she was able to be herself of how she truly was around anyone. 

Trinity raises an eyebrow as she eyes him up and down. She’s ready to just be sassy to him if she has to be, but she doesn’t say anything as she looks up at the sky instead of him. She came out here for some more time to herself, but if he wanted to be company then she guessed that she would take it. 

Given that she’d been at Rosewood for a little over a decade now, and  that she’d spent almost all of that time at Raphael’s side, there really wasn’t a need for Camille to make up an excuse to see Luca. Especially given that she was Raphael’s personal assistant and there were plenty of reasons for her to interact with Luca on a daily basis. And yet..Camille had made up some excuse of needing a signature on something. While not a total lie, it was still pathetic. More than anything, the submissive wanted to catch him alone. What she needed from him demanded privacy. Her heart was in her throat when he charged into the building to find the rest of their little family, an avenging angel who would not be deterred.

It took everything Camille had to not fall to fucking pieces when she was able to see Baby again. All she wanted to do was throw her arms around the tiny young woman (and god, she seemed so much smaller, so much more fragile than before) and never let go. And of course, there was Luca. Camille was ready to throw herself, sobbing out of gratitude, into his arms. Thankfully she had kept that in. After the fire, the fear of not knowing where Raphael, Baby, or Tatiana were, the last thing anyone needed was for Camille to fall apart and be completely useless.