I'm pretty sure you started it, cutie, but yes. Let's dance.
( drinks, a dance, someone else that at least kind of gets it... the night is turning off better than Carmilla had any hope of when it started. a part of her wonders if there's not some shoe that's about to drop. like Caroline might be some mole, planted by her mother. the same mother that's supposed to be dead, granted, but Carmilla can't help but suspect a trick when her life feels almost too good to be true. and of course, when it comes to tricks, her mommy dearest was always the best at pulling the wool over her eyes.
or maybe it's not her mother that will ruin this, somehow. maybe Carmilla will ruin it all on her own. she's good at it. it's probably foolish to hope for too much, here... but she can't help a little bloom of something that almost feels like hope in her undead heart all the same.
instead of worrying about how this is bound to fall apart or how it's a matter of time before she ruins it, Carmilla decides to just enjoy it. so she swallows at least half of her fruity whatever that Caroline delivered and then determinedly drags the blonde back toward the music and back towards the dancing. no more talks of blood or ugly things that go bump in the night. just enjoying a moment. somehow, eternal creatures were especially good at treasuring a moment. )
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( drinks, a dance, someone else that at least kind of gets it... the night is turning off better than Carmilla had any hope of when it started. a part of her wonders if there's not some shoe that's about to drop. like Caroline might be some mole, planted by her mother. the same mother that's supposed to be dead, granted, but Carmilla can't help but suspect a trick when her life feels almost too good to be true. and of course, when it comes to tricks, her mommy dearest was always the best at pulling the wool over her eyes.
or maybe it's not her mother that will ruin this, somehow. maybe Carmilla will ruin it all on her own. she's good at it. it's probably foolish to hope for too much, here... but she can't help a little bloom of something that almost feels like hope in her undead heart all the same.
instead of worrying about how this is bound to fall apart or how it's a matter of time before she ruins it, Carmilla decides to just enjoy it. so she swallows at least half of her fruity whatever that Caroline delivered and then determinedly drags the blonde back toward the music and back towards the dancing. no more talks of blood or ugly things that go bump in the night. just enjoying a moment. somehow, eternal creatures were especially good at treasuring a moment. )