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Jan 2, 2021 15:33:20 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Jan 2, 2021 15:33:20 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 It had been only a few days since she had first met—and slept with—Ilija, but Camila had known that she wanted to see him again, and she was relieved that he felt similarly. After finding that neither of them had firm plans for New Year's Eve, she had offered to host Ilija at her flat. There would be no fancy outfits that time, no ankle injuries or the awkwardness of bedsheet togas; it would just be the two of them hanging out and celebrating the new year, and Camila was looking forward to it.
She had bought all sorts of non-dairy foods so that Ilija would actually be able to eat something that wasn't terrible, and she had even stopped eating dairy herself as soon as she had known that Ilija would be coming over. While he had been able to avoid an allergic reaction with her the first time, Camila didn't want to risk it, and she wanted the allergen-free food to be a surprise for him. It was just a minor detail for her, but she knew that it would mean even more for Ilija that she hadn't forgotten about his allergy.
Even though she didn't drink much or often, Camila had a bottle of Champagne on hand in case Ilija wanted to toast to the new year that way. Otherwise, she would probably pawn it off on someone else in the music business at the first opportunity. Besides the food and wine, she hadn't really done anything to decorate her flat, unless that included some tacky "2026" headbands that she'd picked up while she was out in the Muggle world purchasing food. She had hers on already, just for the fun of it, though the rest of her outfit was relaxed: a sweatshirt left from the merchandise she'd sold during her first tour and that pair of grey sweatpants that she'd tried to convince Ilija to let her enlarge for him.
It was still relatively early in the evening, with about three hours to go until midnight, but Camila hoped that that would give her more time to get to know Ilija in a way that she hadn't on Christmas Eve. Hearing a knock at her door, she immediately went to answer it, tying her hair up into a ponytail as she did.
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Jan 10, 2021 5:40:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2021 5:40:10 GMT -7
It had been interesting, since Christmas. He'd heard rumours already that Camila had left the ball with a mysterious stranger and he was a little bit worried what that would entail to him in the long run. He'd already noticed that the celebs of the wizarding world had been received with a lot of attention and he was just happy and relieved none of the people he was close to had been famous. The flashing lights and constant clicking of the camera had set him on edge a lot and he'd been considering leaving before he even arrived because of them. The last thing he wanted or needed was to have his past exposed to the entire world. By now those that matter knew, but that didn't change that he wanted to keep his private life very much private. It hadn't stopped him from enjoying his time with her and well, accepting the invitation to hang out with her for the new year. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to actually properly start moving forward in his life and he needed that badly. He felt that he had been forced at first but now he was feeling like it was time and he was ready. Or at least as ready as he ever would be. So he'd accepted the offer and had gotten himself an overnight bad (just in case) and some more casual clothes this time. Just jeans an a shirt, nothing complicated. Despite her being a superstar she didn't seem to be the type to want him to act differently around her, especially since he knew her as Carmen rather than Camila. He knocked on the door and smiled as she opened. "Hi Carmen. Thanks for having me." He said, giving her a big hug. Yes, he was going to treat her as somebody familiar. It was hard not to after how things had escalated the first time they'd met. Still, she looked more comfortable and at ease in terms of clothing too, making him quite certain he hadn't overdressed or underdressed, which was nice. He certainly was hoping to catch some of the fireworks tonight, as he always loved watching them. Beautiful flowers of fire exploding across the night sky. It was one of those things he absolutely loved about the turn of year. camila calderón
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Jan 10, 2021 6:40:32 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Jan 10, 2021 6:40:32 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 Any concerns that Camila might have had melted away as she saw Ilija again, and he thanked her for having him there and embraced her. She knew that she had made the right decision in allowing Ilija to call her by her real name, and she couldn't help but think that he looked more at ease than he had on Christmas Eve—and that he had brought a bag with him that time. Smiling brightly as he wrapped his arms around her, she returned the gesture firmly, pulling him in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. It was normal for Argentina anyway, but she knew that it was less common in British culture. Regardless, the more affectionate gesture felt appropriate with him.
"Hi, Ilija," she greeted him, wondering if it would be too much to tell him that she had missed him. It was true, though; she had missed him. "Come in." She moved aside to let him through the door and eyed his overnight bag. "There is no toga?" she teased him, her tone such that she was clearly joking around about that.
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Feb 12, 2021 15:24:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2021 15:24:20 GMT -7
Between Christmas and now hadn't been very long but he'd still been quite excited to see Carmen again. She was incredibly sweet and had been nothing but kind to him after he'd approached her at the dance. He had his concerns of course, although they had more to do with their lifestyles not matching than their personalities being a problem. Still, a part of him felt like he was constantly lying to himself and to her. She was such an incredibly kind young woman and he felt she deserved better than a broken and traumatised man that had more history than a guy his age should have carried around with him. Since she hadn't shown concern over it yet he was quite determined not to let it get in their way that much just yet. He'd face these hurdles as they came along since he hadn't had to work around his issues in this kind of setting before. He'd never even considered dating, it was more like it happened to him. Yet Carmen was like a little light in the night sky, making the darkness just a little brighter. She made him feel normal, despite knowing that he was anything but a regular kind of guy. For just a little while he forgot his troubles and was nothing but a regular guy that just happened to be a little bit different rather than somebody was a whole lot of trauma to cope with on a daily basis. It felt nice, but it was a dream that couldn't last. She joked about the toga and he laughed easily. "Not today. If I knew you wanted to see that again so badly I'd have brought one though." He joked easily. If Halloween had been closer he'd have his idea for a costume ready by now. It just was too far off now to consider that as an option for the sake of a joke. It didn't seem like the kind of joke that would live that long. "Looking forward to the new year?" He knew he was. He was determined to make it a fresh start. After finally telling his siblings what was on his mind it seemed like the perfect way to rebuild the bond he'd allowed to crumble over the years. Besides, who knew what else was in store for him in this new year? camila calderón
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Feb 13, 2021 15:12:43 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Feb 13, 2021 15:12:43 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 Camila knew that it would be difficult to maintain a long-term relationship with someone who wasn't famous like she was. She had seen very quickly how things had gone for Auguste and Sienna at the Windsors' ball, where Sienna had been singled out and put on the spot for no fault of her own. Dating another celebrity, though, almost seemed worse. Sure, another celebrity could relate to different things that someone who wasn't famous might not have been able to understand as easily, but the pressure would have been so much more intense with all of the media interest. Plus, if things did go wrong, it would be really hard to avoid someone when they were all over every magazine and probably at the same events.
Trying to make sure that Ilija was fully comfortable with her career would be difficult; she couldn't pretend that it would be smooth sailing—not when she would be back on tour soon enough. And even when she was still in London, the paparazzi were around nearly everywhere that they could be without attracting the Muggles' attention. Her life was a lot of sneaking in and out of buildings through back doors or going from place to place with enough security to make anyone uneasy. Her flat was one of the few places where they could avoid all of that without a doubt, at least without thinking through some sort of arrangement in advance.
Letting Ilija know that she didn't expect him to turn into someone he wasn't for the sake of being with her in the public eye was also pretty important, Camila thought. She hoped that he felt that he could be himself around her, and avoiding any makeshift togas was a part of that. Still, he teased her back that he would have brought one, had he known that she had wanted to see one again.
"No, no," Camila laughed, shaking her head. She didn't want him to worry about that. Besides, she'd seen all of what had been underneath it. There wasn't much point in a toga, and there were ways around that if it were needed for warmth.
On a less awkward note, Ilija asked her if she was looking forward to the new year. Camila immediately beamed. "Yes," she told him. She knew that her break from work wouldn't be able to last forever, but she was looking forward to going back on tour again and getting to see so many of her fans. "It will be good." She hopefully wouldn't catch Hag's Fever again; there wouldn't be any more travel restrictions, and things would be better for her than they ever had been.
"You can put the bag in here or in my room," Camila added, happy to give him assistance with it if he needed it even though she didn't know how heavy it was. Really, though, wherever he felt like setting it was fine by her. She felt so drawn to Ilija that it was difficult to pull her attention away from him, and she brushed her hand gently against his arm. He was her guest, on the one hand, but she also didn't want him to feel that he had to hold back. "No problem," she reminded him. She wasn't fussy, and she knew that Ilija was more cautious than she.
"You are happy for the new year, Ilija?" she asked, hoping that he was also excited about it. She wanted it to start off on a positive note, at least. The past new year, she hadn't really celebrated much, since her team had kept her inside for her own safety in the wake of the destruction of Azkaban. This new year would be different.
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Feb 28, 2021 14:42:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2021 14:42:31 GMT -7
Ilija had to admit in all honesty that he'd been keeping an eye on the papers since Christmas. Not just because he wanted to make sure he didn't cause his siblings or parents grief by his own personal life but in part also because he'd grown curious about the woman he'd spent the night with. She was beautiful, sweet, kind, and all around amazing. More than he deserved clearly. There was one thing that stood out to him as he did start keeping an eye out. The flipside to her life. She was in magazines often, seemed to be under constant scrutiny and privacy didn't seem a key aspect to her life. He knew exactly how he felt about that. Still it didn't seem fair to avoid her for something she might not really have chosen, even more so with everything she'd done for him. Carmen wasn't too keen on another toga though, which he almost felt was a shame. He'd found it to be rather fun to goof off a little bit that first meeting. It had certainly cut down tension and made everything easier and more relatable. She had started to look less like somebody so far out of reach that all he could do was burn while trying to fly too close to the sun. She'd become just another person and somebody he could laugh with rather easily. It was nice to see her lighten up as she considered the new year. "That's good." He said with an instant smile. Seeing her happy made him happy too in turn. "I have high hopes for the new year. Maybe I'll be able to take a job or two again." He missed curse breaking, more every single day. It was dangerous work but he himself considered it to be rather rewarding. Not just in financial aspects, although the hazard pay was definitively worth it. He kept quite a lot of savings just in case he was forced to retire like several of his friends had been. There was a dark side to the industry that was a lot easier to ignore because it paid so well. Yet to him his humble beginnings meant he was more comfortable sleeping in a small apartment or couch surfing. Luxury wasn't for him. She told him to put his bag in her room and he briefly nodded before walking over to place his bag somewhere out of the way. He knew that around Teddy he would more likely have flung it in a random direction, but his friend was used to the more sloppy antics of his friend. It all had something to do with rest and comfort, but the rest and comfort he felt around Carmen were different from his friends and family. She was close to being a stranger, and yet he knew intimate details about her. It felt complicated. And yet as he turned back he couldn't help himself. Curse breaker habits died hard and it took him mere seconds to identify all possible exits and routes towards them. He closed his eyes a moment, almost annoyed at himself. This was a good time, not a tomb. She asked if he was happy for the new year and he considered it for a moment before shrugging. "No more or less than before." He said honestly. Even if things were slowly starting to look up, there was no denying that the odds that his father wouldn't make it through another year were getting increasingly high. This year was bound to have plenty of unfortunate events in it, so it made no sense to be overly positive just for the sake of starting the year on a good note. It was hardly ever that simple. "A lot is changing in my life, so I guess I'm planning to figure that out before being too positive too soon." He added, although that was far more for sake of her comfort than his own sake. He knew not to expect to much, so he kept his expectations low. Not everybody worked in the same way. camila calderón
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Mar 1, 2021 19:31:06 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Mar 1, 2021 19:31:06 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 Seeing how easily Ilija smiled at her, Camila was happy that he seemed more relaxed around her than the first time he'd come to her flat. He mentioned taking up a job of some sort, and she nodded her head a little. It didn't really bother her what he was doing for a living, just as long as it wasn't criminal. If she were being hoodwinked by some con artist, he'd had plenty of time already to case her place for anything of value, run off with it… whatever. It would have been completely her fault, but none of that even crossed Camila's mind. Maybe she should have been more wary, but she simply wasn't.
He went and set his bag out of their way and then shrugged at her question about being happy for the new year. "No more or less than before," he answered her, which took Camila a moment to process. Fortunately, Ilija gave more of an explanation after that, and that helped her to understand what he had meant initially. "A lot is changing in my life, so I guess I'm planning to figure that out before being too positive too soon."
Camila nodded in understanding. The celebrity version of herself would have probably said something specific about positivity, the kind of thing that someone could quote and stick on a journal or a coffee mug, because that was the sort of thing that had been coached into her. As much of a happy person as she was, she knew that she couldn't make him empty promises. She also knew what it was like to watch her own life change rapidly outside of her control. It had turned out alright for her, at least to that point, but that was in hindsight. In the moment, she had no way of knowing how the things she said and did would be received or what people would write about her on the internet or in the press. It was overwhelming when she stopped to think about it more thoroughly, so she tried not to. It was just life for her, but she knew that she couldn't just force Ilija into something like that. At the end of the day, she couldn't fully separate Camila Calderón from Carmen, but she had to ease Ilija into her fame.
Stressing him out with that when he had his mind on other things wasn't right, though Camila didn't know how good she would be at working through all of that with him in a way that would be clear to the both of them. That was what bothered her most about English, the inability to hold conversations in a way that felt really meaningful. It was always broken or through a translation app, and that wasn't perfect, either. She knew how much easier speaking in her native language was, but she didn't want to make Ilija feel out of the loop for not understanding her.
"Tonight will be good, Ilija," she promised him. Even if she couldn't promise him that the whole year would be fantastic, she could promise him that. "Are you hungry?"
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Mar 21, 2021 15:45:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2021 15:45:08 GMT -7
She claimed that at least tonight would be good, which he was willing to believe. It seemed to at least be a quiet kind of night that they could spend together without much of the outside world interfering. He knew his sister was probably at her pub celebrating the new year while working. She'd have plenty of patrons and he hoped that Rhys would be there, along with some of her other friends, to ensure she'd actually take enough rest. Not that a lot of people rested much on the night the year ended a new one began. It wasn't uncommon for people to stay up till the early morning hours, so at least his insomnia wouldn't stand out too much tonight, even if it hadn't bothered him at all the last time he'd been with Carmen. She asked if he was hungry and he smiled, a slight curiosity in his eyes. "I wouldn't say no to something to eat." He said, curious if she had something special in mind. If he'd been hosting he certainly would have. It was the kind of person that he was. Not that he could very well host a girl in Teddy's apartment. If he had plans on doing so he definitively needed to get his own place, but it wasn't much of a priority to him. This was the closest he'd been to dating and he wasn't fully sure what he expected of this yet. Just friendship? More than friendship? It was far too early to tell, although the fact she was famous did give him some nerves. It didn't seem like a good idea to introduce fame into his already burdened family. That certainly wouldn't sit too well with Felix, as it might seem that he was trying to make everything about himself. No, for now he'd see where things went, but he was very careful about expecting or hoping too much. It just felt like a really bad idea. camila calderón
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Mar 22, 2021 21:04:49 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Mar 22, 2021 21:04:49 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 Ilija answered her that he wouldn't say no to something to eat, and Camila nodded her head. Back home in Argentina, New Year's Eve was a much larger affair than Camila had planned for that night, but she hoped that she had done enough.
Normally, Camila wouldn't have had a single issue with going into the kitchen and getting something for Ilija to eat. She was hosting him, so of course food was part of that, and it wouldn't have been a problem. While she could go and get him something, she wanted him to be able to see how she had eliminated his allergen from her diet. It wasn't some heroic sacrifice, nor did she want to paint it as such, but she felt that it would be more impactful if he were to see it for himself. She could have rattled off a list of everything she could remember having bought, but she took Ilija by the hand instead.
"Here," she suggested. "You like meat?" she checked, considering how much of a staple various meats tended to be in Argentina. Her flat probably wasn't the ideal place for barbecuing extensively, unfortunately, but she had a few ideas. "You know milanesa?" she asked him. "It is like…" Camila looked up, trying to find an explanation for what it was. "Meat, and you fry it…?" She knew that that wasn't the clearest description of what it was, which was something close to a schnitzel. "Or choripán?" she offered. "It is like a… hot dog? But different."
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Mar 24, 2021 11:36:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2021 11:36:24 GMT -7
Carmen took his hand and led him to the kitchen. He came easily and didn't really object. He'd long since noticed she was more a physically inclined person than he was, which was kind of nice. He knew at least there was no need to worry about her worrying to be friendly with him due to his various injuries. She had seen them all, consciously or not, and didn't change how she touched him. She did very much try to consider him, which was a very nice thing to do. He wasn't fully sure how he felt about it yet but he figured they had plenty of time to figure that part out. She asked if he liked meat and she named at least two completely alien dishes that she tried to explain. He merely gave an amused smile as he shrugged. "I'll try anything you feed me." He said honestly, which he'd only take back if he saw obvious signs she'd forgotten about his allergies completely. Since he considered that to be quite unlikely he was sure he could safely try anything she put on a plate for him. Worst case just meant a really bad night for him and quite a bit of pain and medication to keep symptoms in check but on short term it wasn't going to kill him. Besides, he wanted to believe he could trust Carmen, so he was willing to take a risk there. camila calderón
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Mar 25, 2021 22:30:48 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Mar 25, 2021 22:30:48 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 From his response, it wasn't difficult for Camila to realize that she had confused Ilija, and she laughed softly and apologetically. Apart from getting her phone and searching through as many keywords as she could to make it clearer to him, she wasn't sure what else to do, and she didn't really want her phone to seem like a distraction. "Sorry," she smiled, though she appreciated that he trusted her not to make something terrible, at least.
Deciding on choripán wasn't hard, though; Camila was sure that Ilija would like it. Choripán wasn't challenging at all to make, though her schedule typically didn't allow her the time to make food from scratch like she would have in Argentina. She wasn't about to make someone else track down ingredients for her. If not for the holidays, how much of it would she have gone through herself? She didn't want to be wasteful. "Okay," she stated decisively. "I will make choripán." Briefly, she explained it to him, just so that he would have an idea of what in the world she was doing. "I will make the chimichurri, and after I will make the chorizo. And with the bread is choripán." She gestured slightly with her hands, sort of moving them together as she spoke. "The chorizo—chori—and the bread—pan—so we call it as the 'choripán'."
Camila was by no means a professional chef, but she knew what ingredients and supplies she needed to get out. While she probably could have gone ahead and used magic to speed up the process, it would be easier to do things non-magically, she felt. As she started with the items that were in her cupboards, she looked to Ilija hopefully. "Ilija… Is the oregano in the refrigerator?" she asked him, also hoping that the word "oregano" in English was as close to the Spanish as she thought. (Considering that she hadn't had trouble finding it in the grocery store, it probably was.) Beyond that, though, Camila knew for a fact that she had plenty of oregano in her refrigerator for the chimichurri, and she easily could have gotten it for herself. In reality, she was simply using the oregano as an excuse to get him to open her fridge and wanted to see how long it would take him to realize that she'd cut out anything to which he was allergic. She turned back slightly, pretending to busy herself with the other supplies, so that she wouldn't smile and give herself away too quickly or make him suspicious of her.
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May 20, 2021 4:15:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 20, 2021 4:15:13 GMT -7
Carmen was adorable, but Ilija did notice there was a bit of a language barrier. He was used to dealing with that up to some point after living abroad for so many years. He'd long since set himself up to deal with whatever came his way and he wasn't particularly picky, even less so when it came to food. He got no joy from eating so the trouble she seemed to be getting herself into in order to make him something good just felt like overkill. She explained the food and he listened patiently as she explained the food to him. He smiled ever so slightly and walked over to the fridge to check for the oregano. He scanned the fridge, not really looking at what was inside it. Despite the fact his sister was a chef (and was definitively attempting to force feed him) he had very little interest in food. On average he was perfectly fine just existing and ate because he had to. He took the oregano from the fridge and walked it over to her. He stood behind her and place his hands gently on her shoulder, rubbing them softly as he watched her movements as she cooked. "You do realise that you don't have to try so hard?" He said gently. "I came here to spend time with you. I don't need you to provide for or something. All I hope for is that we can just spend some quality time together, getting to know each other a bit more." He said gently, kissing the side of her head. He then smiled slightly as he watched her work with the pans. "Kind of reminds me of my sister. She loves to cook and me and my brother are often enough tricked into taste testing." He pulled a bit of a face. While he hadn't minded it much when he was younger he wasn't foolish enough to consider the recent taste tasting in the same innocent light. He was fairly certain it had been a rather fruitless attempt to get him to eat more. It wasn't exactly working, although he at least looked a lot more healthy now than just after arriving in the country a few months ago. There was progress, if one wanted to call it that. camila calderón
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Jun 9, 2021 13:05:10 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Jun 9, 2021 13:05:10 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 Although she was slightly disappointed as Ilija handed her the oregano that he hadn't seemed to notice that there wasn't anything containing his allergen in her refrigerator (or anywhere else in her flat, for that matter), she didn't hold that against him at all. He probably had just glossed over it, but she did want him to know that she had made sure to rid her life of anything to which he was allergic. It was better than keeping it as a surprise, she felt, just so that he wouldn't have to worry as much about having an allergic reaction in her company.
As she continued to prepare everything, he spoke about how he had come to spend time with her and that he didn't need her to try so hard. It was a holiday, and Camila knew that she didn't mind cooking for him. She wouldn't have done it if she did mind, and the recipe was hardly something that took much time or effort, on the whole. She smiled as Ilija kissed her on the side of her head, too, though it caught her by surprise. He mentioned that she reminded him of his sister, talking about how she loved to cook and would force him and his brother into taste-testing things for her.
Fortunately for him, Camila thought with a slight laugh, she wasn't experimenting. Music was what she experimented with, if anything. "If you don't like it, it's okay," she assured him. She wasn't going to be offended by it. He could try it and see how he liked it. If he did, great. If not, it was no problem; he had options, many more than he had the last time he was there. Figuring that that moment was the easiest segue into telling him about the contents of her fridge, she went on. "I know the oregano was in the fridge," she explained to Ilija, smiling gently and realizing that maybe her attempt at surprising him hadn't properly translated the way she thought it would. She also hated that she didn't know how to word her explanation of what she had done for him, but she forced herself to push past that insecurity. He wasn't there to judge her English, she reminded herself. "I buy everything without cow milk," she stated. "And I will not eat it," she continued, because she did tend to have most of her food while she was working or in between engagements. "We can kiss without the fear of your allergy." And he could have food or drinks at her place, at least, without having to stress about the ingredients.
She finished up making the choripán, putting one on a plate for herself and one on a plate for Ilija. Camila then held out the latter plate towards Ilija. "Here. If you want to try."
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Jul 6, 2021 8:27:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2021 8:27:58 GMT -7
It was peculiar, to be in a situation that was almost normal. There was a heavy almost to it, but not enough to throw him for a loop this time. It seemed to be a newer version of normal to be hanging out with Camila. He enjoyed her company, although he wasn't always sure how to deal with himself when she was around. He wasn't a particularly patient person when it came to change and he hardly accepted it with open arms. He'd been living alone in what was almost a haunted house almost five years before accepting in some shape or form that he needed things to change. He didn't adjust well and was by now more than a little attached to being able to do most of his things alone. Camila considered him a lot in many of the things she did, or so it seemed. While he knew he ought to be grateful about that he just felt like she was being too considerate to the point he wondered if she deemed him capable of considering the consequences to his own actions. It was bordering on overbearing, although any sane person would probably call it kind and considerate. The idea of him not liking food was almost alien. Once upon a time that had held true. He wasn't much of a picky eater but he had known what he liked and what he didn't opt to eat if he could avoid it. These days he had almost forgotten which things he didn't like since he ate for function far more than because he enjoyed it. Cooking was a nice gesture, he was well aware of it, he was just the wrong person to make it for. Everything tasted the same to him and he hadn't really been hungry for a meal in years. Lately his appetite was slightly better, in the sense he occasionally felt a little peckish. He ate because his body reminded him he needed food and well, it was never a bad thing to shut his stomach up on the rare occasion that it did complain. She then explained her ploy and he listened silently, only raising an eyebrow slightly. "I'm not going to die if I accidentally ingest some cow milk, you know? It wouldn't be pretty and depending on the quantity it'll hurt like hell for a while but it wouldn't kill me unless I ate a lot of it for a longer period of time." He said and then frowned slightly as he considered just how much she was already adjusting her life and fridge around him. He wasn't sure how to be so central to somebody's habits. It was a little uncomfortable. "If I drink milk or eat products with milk in them I'll get very bad stomach cramps. My insides will get damaged and they won't be able to absorb food well anymore. If I keep eating or drinking cow milk products my body doesn't get time to recover from the damage so it won't be able to absorb any food. It pretty much means slowly and painfully starving to death while eating. I have medication in case I accidentally eat or drink something that has cow milk in it, but it won't hurt or kill me if you eat and drink as normal. Though it's appreciated if you drink some water after milk to reduce the amount of milk you have in your mouth before trying to kiss me." He send almost teasingly. It wasn't all that bad and he didn't want to be treated differently for sake of his differences. He had a fake leg and allergies but all in all it changed nothing about his personality that those were part of him. He accepted the choripan without question and took a bite to try it. It wasn't suddenly different from normal and his appetite remained woefully unchanged, but he hadn't expected a sudden magical change either. It tasted like everything else to his mind, even if he knew that wasn't actually the case. "It tastes fine." He said smoothly, mostly because it didn't taste bad. Not that anything really did. It was the cold indifference of his taste buds that seemed to get in the way of moments like this these days. Not to mention that he was a horrible taste tester for Vas, as his reaction to everything was about the same. It's fine.camila calderón
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Jul 6, 2021 15:43:37 GMT -7
Post by camila calderón on Jul 6, 2021 15:43:37 GMT -7
December 31, 2025 Although Ilija insisted that he wouldn't die from consuming something to which he was allergic, she still didn't want him to have to suffer from something that she could do her best to avoid before it happened. She knew what it was like to be in St. Mungo's with seemingly no end in sight and didn't want to be the reason why he had to deal with something similar—and probably more physically painful than Hag's Fever, in all honesty. Just the way he described it, too, seemed horrible to her, especially when he spoke about the potential of slowly starving to death. As much as her team tried to keep her away from junk food, Camila wasn't one to deprive herself of anything just because she could or because it was somehow trendy. At the same time, she knew that she could live without milk. Dairy wasn't the best thing for her vocal cords anyway, so there was additional benefit to her besides just having a little bit of peace of mind around Ilija.
She also didn't take it personally when Ilija responded that the choripán that she had made for him was fine. It wasn't a rave review, but Camila expected that it must have been very different for him. She had been living in London for longer than she had expected, but it still wasn't enough to be completely used to the food there. There was a wide variety available to her, but she didn't understand how people actually ate some of the supposedly "traditional" British foods. So many of them seemed to have such a lack of flavor.
"It is different, no?" Camila noted about the choripán, nodding to it. She smiled a little bit along with what she said, wanting to reassure him that she hadn't been offended if he really didn't like the food but was too polite to say it. That was another thing that she had noticed about British people, and that was that they seemed to come in two extremes. There were the people—the majority, from what she had experienced—who were very polite and never complained about anything, and then there were those who said exactly what they were thinking, often using language that she had come to understand was more… colorful than average.
Ilija was one of the former, though that wasn't a bad thing; it just meant that she had to do some extra work to understand what he meant, since it wasn't always clear from his words alone. "You are okay? We can sit," she reminded him softly, readjusting her grasp on her plate so that she could touch his arm. Whether they sat at her table or on her sofa didn't really matter to her. "I want that you feel comfortable." She didn't want to pressure him in any way. "And… I know that it is…" Camila didn't know what word she wanted to use, though that wasn't only because of the language barrier. "How you say… 'Weird'?" Even though it sounded so strange to her in her accent that she almost laughed at herself, she didn't know what else fit, but she tried to focus on precisely what she wanted to say. "Because I am famous. But it is not… my identity, you know? But… I like that you see me… for who I am." She didn't know if she would ever find that, and especially not in the limelight. It was so easy for Ilija to find out practically everything there was to know about her, at least at a superficial level. "And I want to know you, Ilija," she continued, though she didn't mean that only in a sexual way. "If it is okay?"
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