So why are you changing things? Haven't they changed enough?
[He can't remember the last time they sat in bed together to talk about classes or fight about different subjects. He can't remember the last time he hasn't spent a night drunk, actually. When did they last share a bed together? He doesn't know.
He downs half of what's in his glass, then shakes his head.]
You're so preoccupied lately, I'm surprised you remember I'm here at all. Is this how you want things to be?
[ Camilla has been unbelievably calm in the face of all of this, while Charles feels like he's slowly losing his mind. He can't lose her too. He feels like he might die. ]
We can. Of course we can, Camilla. We can at least try.
[He knows they can't go back, nothing in the world can set things right again, but he's going to try and keep things as steady as he can for as long as he's able to. Which... hasn't exactly been going well. His anger, his fear, it all stems from this.
His anger dissipates slightly when she moves toward him and he slides his hand into hers, pulling her closer. He wraps an arm around her, vodka still in hand and buries his face into her neck]
[Of the two, Camilla has always been better at hiding her emotions. Yet it's still a surprise at how unhinged he's become. Perhaps because she let him, him and Henry, carry the bulk of the guilt.
She lets him come to her, wraps him in her arms, holding him to her. Her Charles, her sweet older brother. But his words are chilling, whispered in her ear.]
[If Henry feels guilty about any of it, Charles doesn't know it. He's not surprised, though. It was Henry's idea in the first place and now all their lives are ruined and Henry is just waltzing in and out of Camilla's bedroom, taking even more from him.
But right now he's comforted by her arms around him and the drink in his hand, so he just leaves things be, kissing her neck.]
I don't want to fight with you about this. Don't make have to fight about it all the time. Let's just stay in today, have some drinks and lay around in bed. Nurse this horrible hangover of ours, yes?
[She doesn't want to give in, she realizes, but the other option is to make this whole fight significantly worse. And the way he's kissing her neck, it's a no-brainer.
Knees weak, she tilts her head so he can get better access to the creamy flesh.]
I'd love nothing more, [she says, and leans into the hug, holding him tighter.] You know exactly what to say.
[ Charles is relieved when she gives in and he thinks that maybe he can make it like old times again. There has to be some sort of chance.
He kisses up her soft neck, slowly inhaling the scent of her. Even hungover like this, he swears she smells like fresh flowers. When he gets to her ear, he nuzzles his nose against it and he feels calmer already. ]
[ Her laugh is sweet and has him kissing her neck again, before he pulls back with a nod. For a moment he wants to argue that he doesn't need help, but maybe it's just that he doesn't need help from anyone else. From Camilla? He clearly does. ]
I'm going to shower, I probably smell like weeds dunked into a distillery.
[And yet he still drinks more from his glass, before reaching over and grabbing hers as well, handing it over to her]
You do, [She tells him, without leaning up and kissing his cheek.] I'll meet you in your bedroom. [His, obviously. Hers still has fresh signs of Henry.
She takes the vodka, and gives Charles a quick squeeze before she lets go and starts to drink.] Hurry up.
[He gives her a nod, then heads off to shower, wanting to wash whatever reminders of this day away, even though it's barely afternoon. He finishes his drink in the shower, setting the glass aside and hopes that Camilla brought the bottle with her to his bedroom.
They might've had other things to do today, but he doesn't remember. It's been harder to keep track of everything lately. All the days run together when he ends up drunk for most of them. When he's done, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes to light up a cigarette, heading to his room, seeing Camilla there. ]
[Of course she's brought the bottle, and it's sitting on his bedside table when he returns into the room. She's in a light nightgown, her bathrobe draped over Charles' desk chair.]
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Date: 2017-07-02 02:21 am (UTC)[He can't remember the last time they sat in bed together to talk about classes or fight about different subjects. He can't remember the last time he hasn't spent a night drunk, actually. When did they last share a bed together? He doesn't know.
He downs half of what's in his glass, then shakes his head.]
You're so preoccupied lately, I'm surprised you remember I'm here at all. Is this how you want things to be?
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Date: 2017-07-02 02:24 am (UTC)I wish we could go back to the way things were before, too. But we can't, Charles.
[She takes a few steps in toward him, extending a hand.] I will never forget you, Charles. You know that.
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Date: 2017-07-02 02:33 am (UTC)We can. Of course we can, Camilla. We can at least try.
[He knows they can't go back, nothing in the world can set things right again, but he's going to try and keep things as steady as he can for as long as he's able to. Which... hasn't exactly been going well. His anger, his fear, it all stems from this.
His anger dissipates slightly when she moves toward him and he slides his hand into hers, pulling her closer. He wraps an arm around her, vodka still in hand and buries his face into her neck]
Then stop acting like you have.
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Date: 2017-07-02 02:56 am (UTC)She lets him come to her, wraps him in her arms, holding him to her. Her Charles, her sweet older brother. But his words are chilling, whispered in her ear.]
I will- I promise.
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Date: 2017-07-02 03:28 am (UTC)But right now he's comforted by her arms around him and the drink in his hand, so he just leaves things be, kissing her neck.]
I don't want to fight with you about this. Don't make have to fight about it all the time. Let's just stay in today, have some drinks and lay around in bed. Nurse this horrible hangover of ours, yes?
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Date: 2017-07-02 03:32 am (UTC)Knees weak, she tilts her head so he can get better access to the creamy flesh.]
I'd love nothing more, [she says, and leans into the hug, holding him tighter.] You know exactly what to say.
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Date: 2017-07-02 04:00 am (UTC)He kisses up her soft neck, slowly inhaling the scent of her. Even hungover like this, he swears she smells like fresh flowers. When he gets to her ear, he nuzzles his nose against it and he feels calmer already. ]
It's easy when I'm around you.
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Date: 2017-07-02 04:41 pm (UTC)I want to help you, Charles, [she tells him.] If it takes the day in bed, it takes the day in bed.
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Date: 2017-07-02 06:58 pm (UTC)I'm going to shower, I probably smell like weeds dunked into a distillery.
[And yet he still drinks more from his glass, before reaching over and grabbing hers as well, handing it over to her]
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Date: 2017-07-03 12:14 am (UTC)She takes the vodka, and gives Charles a quick squeeze before she lets go and starts to drink.] Hurry up.
sorry, i was away!
Date: 2017-07-07 05:55 am (UTC)They might've had other things to do today, but he doesn't remember. It's been harder to keep track of everything lately. All the days run together when he ends up drunk for most of them. When he's done, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes to light up a cigarette, heading to his room, seeing Camilla there. ]
You know, I'm not even sure what day it is.
XD same
Date: 2017-07-10 02:33 am (UTC)It's Tuesday.