|Davina Claire is a witch, she's not Amish. (imnotamish) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2015-03-13 21:06:00
|Entry tags:||camille o'connell, davina claire|
WHO: Davina Claire and Cami O'Connell
WHEN: Friday afternoon, after this
WHAT: Girly chats
RATING: Low with some references to death and psychopathic Original vampires
Davina placed the two tall, cardboard coffee cups down on the table before slipping into the chair opposite Cami. She sighed, shaking her long dark hair out behind her before slipping her hands around her cup, feeling the heat even through the little corrugated card sheath. She felt... Well, she wasn't really sure how she felt. Her insides felt all wrong, mixed up, unsettled. It wasn't like being sick but it didn't feel nice either.
"Thanks for coming out," she said, lifting her eyes from the polished, dark wood of the table to glance at Cami. She hadn't been sure about talking to the older woman about this - about talking to anyone about this - but it had gotten to the point where she didn't think she could hold it in any longer without bursting. Even Marcel had noticed that she hadn't been herself since arriving in Lawrence but she hadn't been able to bring herself to telling him what was bothering her. It wasn't something you could just talk about with another guy, even if that guy was Marcel. Cami was the closest thing she had to a female friend here. Even though she was older, Davina felt close to her and she had a feeling that, in this situation, she might be the best person to talk to.
"I'm sorry to drag you out like this. I just didn't know who else to talk to."