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iβm beyond tired of playing by the rules,
following the bookβ¦ iβm not some
ππ«ππ π’π₯π little human anymore. iβmβ¦
so tired of people treating me like
some porcelain doll.
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β β β Ψ Χ γ €βΈβͺ ββ« π΄s it truly such a crime that i care for you, cami? or would you rather massacre the greater population of new orleans instead?
β β β πΉot that i particularly mind this option οΉοΉοΉοΉοΉ
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β β β did you possibly believe that π πππππππ my neck
β β β would relinquish the πβπππ inflicted upon us, cami?
β β β οΉοΉοΉοΉοΉ
β β β you are still learning π€βππ‘ you are, οΉ @martyrsintent οΉ.
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green opticals kept focused on familiar
blues, her lips curved up into her
signature smile. everything about this
was just a breath of fresh air, being
able to look into those mesmerizing
eyes was the escape cami needed *
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β β β οΉ a ππππππππ’π simper danced upon his lips as his blue eyes lingered on her, as though the hybrid were trapped within an endless ππππππβπ‘ awaiting the π π’ππππ π to paint his landscape, and it was her πππβπ‘ he thirsted for. two π€πππππ colliding. οΉγ €γ €
β β β βhow fortunate. i happen to be in πππ π ππ π πππ of what you need, love. shall we?β
β β β οΉ klaus took her hand in his, leading her towards a place he had long wished to π βππ€ camille, a place that carried a peculiar sense of πππππ, where, deep within, he felt safe enough to reveal βπππ πππ. οΉγ €γ €
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far more than what your past letβs you
believe, klaus. i see it, i ππ₯π°ππ²π¬ have,β
she started, βyouβre not the π¦π¨π§π¬πππ«
your brain paints you to be, that
others make you out to seem. thereβs
good in you, & iβve *
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thatβs good to hearβ¦ new orleans
has needed some sort of break from
the constant chaos. iβm doing well,
a bit exhausted from my travels
but well.
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let's just say that it could always be worse. but besides the long and exhausting council meetings, the city's actually been doing quite well for a change, all things considered.
what about you? if we don't count kol's attention tantrum.
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her own opticals unable to stray from
mikaelsonβs, she was utterly captivated.
it really had been far too long, & god,
did she miss the thrill, as well as him.
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finishing her own bourbon, camilleβs own
eyes flickered from the glass in her grasp,
to the hybrid before her. bartenderβs
own hand took his, lips curving up into
a rather small but noticeable smile.
to say she missed klaus was truly *
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the hybrid savoured the final sip of bourbon before placing the empty glass upon the table and rising to his feet. klaus extended his arm, offering the blonde his hand. αααααααα β
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laughter was quick to follow in response
to the otherβs statement. βit might be
insane of me to say this, but i missed
that danger. everything felt⦠too calm
when i was gone. i missed the chaos,
just a bit.β the blonde uttered, *
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