[Oh, but that does warrant a look, Klaus Mikaelson. While Cami embodies the Hufflepuff traits of loyalty and honesty, she’s also got a stubborn streak that might make a Gryffindor jealous. Part of her is tempted to redirect her route just for that, but he’s lucky she likes him. Also that he has a great smile, and a nice voice...enchanting eyes…
And a few moments later, just the right choice of words to have her turning red because no, Cami hasn’t at all missed the double meaning of his words. She’s also thought about it, every time they’ve stolen away to share kisses and touches, each time she’s caught sight of some bruise he’s left behind in his earnestness with her. She cares for him undeniably, and sometimes she’s even willing to admit that what she feels is love aloud.
She daydreams about the life they might share together, if families and horrors and darkness could be escaped from.
So Cami carefully doesn’t look at him, even if the flush on her cheeks gives some of her thoughts away. She idly reaches for something on a shelf--she doesn’t even really see what--speaking almost as if she were talking to the treat rather than her boyfriend.]
Maybe I’d like to try something new; something I’ve never had before. [Because he isn’t her first boyfriend or even her first kiss, but Cami has only gone so far with anyone. Standing there with him, their hands joined together, she wonders what it might be like to truly be with him.
To share everything with him, and trust him like she hopes he trusts her.]
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And a few moments later, just the right choice of words to have her turning red because no, Cami hasn’t at all missed the double meaning of his words. She’s also thought about it, every time they’ve stolen away to share kisses and touches, each time she’s caught sight of some bruise he’s left behind in his earnestness with her. She cares for him undeniably, and sometimes she’s even willing to admit that what she feels is love aloud.
She daydreams about the life they might share together, if families and horrors and darkness could be escaped from.
So Cami carefully doesn’t look at him, even if the flush on her cheeks gives some of her thoughts away. She idly reaches for something on a shelf--she doesn’t even really see what--speaking almost as if she were talking to the treat rather than her boyfriend.]
Maybe I’d like to try something new; something I’ve never had before. [Because he isn’t her first boyfriend or even her first kiss, but Cami has only gone so far with anyone. Standing there with him, their hands joined together, she wonders what it might be like to truly be with him.
To share everything with him, and trust him like she hopes he trusts her.]
I don’t suppose you’d like to help me with that?