Camille keeps her approach quiet. She's almost loathe to step closer, like hunters happening upon curled up fawns. It's too pretty to disturb, and Robin had seemed disturbed at the trial. Less audibly than most, but there was a tragic tinge to her expression that hooked into Camille. Drew her out of hiding to go look for her.
She takes a half step to retreat and cracks a branch underfoot.]
[ it's fine. robin hears and notices, but she is too much herself to be startled out of singing like that. she'll come to a close before she fully faces camille. ]
[Camille looks bashful. At least Robin kept going, didn't make her feel like more of a tool.]
Disturb? No. [She'll step a little more fully into the space, arms folded at her middle.] If anything you've improved the atmosphere. You've got a pretty voice. It's soothing.
[ she smiles a little, but it's not without some melancholy. ]
Thank you. It's my wish that my singing can bring even a moment of peace to others. [ she may have already told camille that but my memory after trials is in the abyss. ]
... I didn't think I could sing properly in that way tonight, but I'm relieved to know otherwise. How are you, after all that?
[It's a very sweet sentiment. She'd get eaten alive in the record industry. Things must be kinder where she comes from. Camille sure hopes so. It's depressing to think about the cocaine waifs, the shady deals, the public eating at you every time you open your mouth. She never understood why anyone would aspire to celebrity. Never had much talent in the way of it herself, even as a writer.
Maybe the way Robin thinks of it is the right way. Expression as healing.]
I guess your gifts carry you further than you think. [Camille wrinkles her nose at the query, looking to the ground. Scuffing it with one boot.] Well, I'm exhausted, but not in the way that makes you sleep. If anything I think I'll be watching the sun rise.
[ there are certain tenets robin holds onto, for one reason or another. what she's had to endure or what she hasn't may affect her beliefs. there is no denying what music and song mean to her. ]
It's an existential exhaustion.
[ she says that like she may understand. ]
I don't think there's anyone who's unaffected by today. I was. I am. There is nothing about this ritual that I like.
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she is singing. ]
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Camille keeps her approach quiet. She's almost loathe to step closer, like hunters happening upon curled up fawns. It's too pretty to disturb, and Robin had seemed disturbed at the trial. Less audibly than most, but there was a tragic tinge to her expression that hooked into Camille. Drew her out of hiding to go look for her.
She takes a half step to retreat and cracks a branch underfoot.]
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Did I disturb you, Miss Camille?
[ she was trying to be more out of the way. ]
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Disturb? No. [She'll step a little more fully into the space, arms folded at her middle.] If anything you've improved the atmosphere. You've got a pretty voice. It's soothing.
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Thank you. It's my wish that my singing can bring even a moment of peace to others. [ she may have already told camille that but my memory after trials is in the abyss. ]
... I didn't think I could sing properly in that way tonight, but I'm relieved to know otherwise. How are you, after all that?
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Maybe the way Robin thinks of it is the right way. Expression as healing.]
I guess your gifts carry you further than you think. [Camille wrinkles her nose at the query, looking to the ground. Scuffing it with one boot.] Well, I'm exhausted, but not in the way that makes you sleep. If anything I think I'll be watching the sun rise.
I was more worried about you, actually.
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It's an existential exhaustion.
[ she says that like she may understand. ]
I don't think there's anyone who's unaffected by today. I was. I am. There is nothing about this ritual that I like.