☤ twenty-five

[as_damaged]

[Video for the hell of it]

Considering what I've heard about past years, I guess this isn't so bad.

Happy Halloween.



[ooc; do whatever, preferably no other Camerons, she can forget anything she has to |D ON A SIDE NOTE, regarding icons-- she has not been updated, never fear. She just dyed her hair for lulz & torment. TROLL THE NICE DOCTOR LADY]

[EDIT: out for a paaarty, troll boldly in my absence & I will get back to you <3]

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[as_damaged]

Sometimes, not at all. You're being evasive.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You don't. Know me.

Not yet.

[as_damaged]

I'm starting to doubt if I ever will.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Might be for the best.

[as_damaged]

Damn it, Chase.

[Private;]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You think I'm cheating on you. We've been married four months.

[Private;] 1/3

[as_damaged]

So we-

[Private;]

[as_damaged]

[Private;]

[as_damaged]

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. What did happen?

[Private;]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I'm not. Cameron, I would never.

[Private;]

[as_damaged]

If we got that far-- I wouldn't think it if there wasn't some reason. You say I don't know you, yet, and I still think you're hiding something, Chase.

So what happened?

[Private; and also Audio since forever IDK]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Can't talk about it.

[His voice wavers, but doesn't crack.]

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

[Even being behind the times, it's obviously something big and something bad. And she's worried.]

Oh, god. Chase...

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

He doesn't want to know either. I asked. I asked Him...

[There's the crack, someone isn't keeping things together as well as he meant to. There's a sharp intake of breath over the line.]

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

Chase... I don't know what to...

[After all, she can't tell him it'll all be okay, because she doesn't even understand what's wrong.]

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

[Another steadying intake of breath]

I'm sorry. I made a mistake talking to you.

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

No, Chase... [No point in hiding her compassion from him. Four months, and he sounds like he's falling apart.]

You sound like you need to talk to someone.

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't remember.

[He's arguing with himself.]

But you'd remember here.

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

But here you haven't done anything.

[Paaause. Picture her with a hand on her hip, mulling this over, considering this. As if life here wasn't complicated already.]

Don't tell me. Here. But don't keep secrets from me.

[Maybe she doesn't want to know then, either. But if she thinks he's cheating...]

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I don't want to. But I don't want to know what you'll think of me.

[And he's drinking. Alone, there isn't any bar noise.]

I haven't been able to sleep in our bed for a week.

[Which means he hasn't been able to sleep.]

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

If what I think of you now is that you're being unfaithful...

[There's a little desperation in her voice. Cameron is going straight from being convinced she's lost him to being convinced she's losing him, without even getting her honeymoon. And this time there's no questionable consolation of back in the real world...]

That's not healthy for either of us.

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You'll think one terrible thing of me and then find out it's worse.

[He laughs, breathing into the glass.]

I'm trying to protect you.

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

[Very quietly]

It doesn't sound like it's working.

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

It will. I just have to... get back on track.

Can I come in?

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

In?