☤ forty-five

[as_damaged]

If--

It doesn't prove anything either way.


I always try to talk myself out of saying anything when this happens, but the truth is I think it's kind of nice. Horrifying, more often than not, but-- there's always a chance of seeing someone familiar.



[ooc; as always~ Cam is season 3, I would prefer to minimize explicit spoilers on recent canon but she can forget whatever she needs to ;) Please no duplicates of housecast unless approved by the concerned muns. etc etc. backdating-friendly forever.]

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it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing works

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[He's purposefully left it late, perhaps waiting for the kind of implicit invitation laid out with a post to the network. Worried, after last time, that it wouldn't come. It doesn't seem impossible, or even unlikely, to think that his last, desperate visits have left her dreading more. Still, there are a few hours left to the evening by the time the knock comes at her door.]

it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing works

[as_damaged]

[Her stomach flips when the knock comes; she hasn't been able to figure out, yet, whether she'd rather he didn't come at all, or whether that would be worse. These days, these visits, used to be oddly enticing; and even if at first she'd rebelled against the notion that he'd win her (on sheer principle,) privately Cameron had kind of liked the certainty that she'd have a chance at happiness.

Having that taken away, though... Uncertainty might be easier. She doesn't need to check the peephole but she does; and pauses for a breath after opening all the locks, eyes shut and leaning against the door as though burdened by the weight of questions she can't answer, answers she can't bear. But she won't leave him out in the hallway, and drawing another breath she pulls it open, not able to pull a smile but managing not to look as worried as she is.]

it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing w

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[Visible through the spy hole in the door: his face, from the bridge of his nose and lower, eyes cast down so that fair lashes conceal a worry equal to her own. Half of a shoulder with jacket, shirt and tie all miraculously matching shades of grey, blemished only by patterns that would clash more on his old, habitual brights. A line of day-old stubble on his chin, but trimmed, not grown there unkempt.

What can't be seen until she opens the door is the small, hopeful bunch of flowers clasped carefully in a hand still ringless but not looking emptily so. Violets had seemed the least intrusive option among the summer's tropical colours. Catching his breath as the door clicks he looks up and offers them out, smiling awkward as a kid showing up for his first date.]

Hey.

it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing w

[as_damaged]

[She looks down at them for a moment before reaching to take the flowers, a slow little smile curving her lips with an ease that surprises even her. Would almost certainly surprise Chase as she knows him here and now; not that she doesn't smile for him, more every day it seems, but there's always that discomfort she needs to break through, her uncertainty on how to go forward with him. Something that isn't an issue, here.

There's an immensity to the small gesture. It makes her stomach flip again. It's good to see him-- his older self, again, since she sees him every day-- smile again, uncomfortable though it might be. Her fingers wrap a little tighter around the stems, and she meets his eyes again, stepping back to invite him in.]

Hey.

it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing w

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[He's clean, and pressed, and there's no tell-tale red in his eyes or catch behind his breath to dismiss his coping as a facade. He looks good. Older, in the usual way and in something hard to pinpoint, a change that can be caught only out of the corner of the eye. More than that, he looks pleased to see her, and not in the same desperate way as before. If there's something vulnerable about the way he tucks his hands into his pockets as he takes up her invitation, it's leaps and bounds above the wreck that had showed up before.

There were times he didn't think he'd come through that. He can't imagine the impression he's given her.]

Thanks. [He nods to the door, closing it and standing outlined against its panels.] Thought I'd better drop by and prove I'm capable of walking in a straight line, this time.

[He shrugs his shoulders, hands tugging up from the set of his pockets.]

How've you been?

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

Or seeing someone you wish wasn't familiar.

[as_damaged]

...Cindy! Welcome back!

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

Don't welcome me back, Allison. The deities might get some hinky ideas and make me stay this time around.

[as_damaged]

Fair enough, I wouldn't wish that on you or anyone. Still, it's nice to see you! How have you been?

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Hey! I'm--well, we met the other day when you were giving out quests, and I kind of wanted to say hi uncursed. So hi! I'm Penny. Allison, right? I have some things from that curse... some bandages and a few reds. Can I bring those back to you, maybe?

[as_damaged]

Penny-- I remember, I'm so sorry about... whatever that was, with the spiders. I hope you didn't hurt yourself or anything..?

We can take the bandages back, certainly-- I suppose they're just ordinary wraps now?

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't worry about it. It was kind of neat... I've never gotten to fight things before. I mean, there was the spider-guilt after, but no one got hurt.

Yep, just standard medical wraps. Are you at the hospital?

[as_damaged]

The City certainly doesn't lack for strange opportunities.

I'm not today-- I... took the rest of the weekend off, after I realized what was going on. But you can bring them by tomorrow if you'd like?

[360worldview.livejournal.com]

Dr. Cameron, Anderson Cooper, mind if we take a few moments of your time?

[as_damaged]

...I suppose so? What for?

[360worldview.livejournal.com]

I'm making a profile on The City. As a member of the medical community, you must get a very different point of view of the denizens of this world.

[as_damaged]

I'm probably more aware of the physical differences between humanity as we know it in my world and the... variations, that crop up here.

[tenthofthatname.livejournal.com]

Hopefully familiarity is no cause for horror.

[as_damaged]

Not in general. Only if coupled with habitual bad behavior.

[tenthofthatname.livejournal.com]

You would have to know a man well enough to determine his habits.

[as_damaged]

Should I rather say, habitual rudeness? Not many of my out-of-City visitors fit that bill, admittedly, but it has happened.

[maintenancing.livejournal.com]

Familiar faces, ha! Always great to see the old gang.

...Who are you, again? Nevermind, I think I'm going to call you...Cheekbone Doctor.

WAT EVEN OHMYGOD

[as_damaged]

My name is Dr. Cameron, actually.

:3

[maintenancing.livejournal.com]

Oh, Cheekbone Doctor, you always did like to joke around with the rest of the staff!

[as_damaged]

Do I know you?