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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 7:14 pm
━╃ Camilla "Camie" Sylvain ╄━
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Camilla wasn't frighten she was simply upset at the remark the man said. She looked at Belle after he left and gave a gentle smile. "No he didn't frighten me he made my blood boil. He is a very rude man and need to know manners. I don't take back what I said. You are very beautiful and if I need to keep reminding you than I will." She couldn't believe how rude he was. She never wanted to smack anyone in herife but she wanted to smack him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 11:41 am
 “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” ― Emily Brontë
Jasmine entered the door. Her cheeks were glistening with tears and her lips were a bright red. She seemed very tired, too. "What happened," Belle rushed towards her in alarm.
"I spent years looking for him," she collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably. "He's married."
"I'm so sorry, my Jasmine," Belle crouched near her and lifted her head as though she was going to kiss her. Jasmine parted her lips. From Belle's mouth appeared a small glowing white globe. It swirled from her and into Jasmine who choked on it before becoming still. Behind Camilla was tearing sound as though the wallpaper was being torn. It was. It seemed paler that before at one corner near the ceiling. The wallpaper there also seemed of another pattern as though exposing the true nature of the room. Somewhere near, a vase of roses also disappeared. Jasmine was quiet for a while before opening her eyes. She seemed almost relieved and stood up, helping Belle up with her, the latter now seeming to have absorbed Jasmine's former agony.
"I'm going to retire to my chambers," she said. Jasmine nodded, kissed her forehead in gratitude and allowed her to leave.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that," the lady smiled sweetly at Camilla. "Should we start on that magic of yours?" Jasmine reclined gracefully into an armchair and started to undo her hair. It fell in waves and curls about her, framing her elegant features softly.
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