mind your fingers | cameron

[Deleted]

weaned on poison.

THE OWLERY WAS A TATTERING EXCUSE FOR living quarters as far as Delilah was concerned. Her mother would turn her nose up at the hay strewn floor and the welded fencing around a steep and deadly decline. But, needs must, and Delilah had a very important letter to send. Along with the heavily detailed journals she kept, Delilah had always sent a rather long and wordy letter to her mother every week while they were parted. She was usually cemented to her mother's hip, but boarding for school meant that Hela could not keep an eye on her daughter, so the devil was in the detail.

Delilah had never been permitted to keep a pet, but she was very fond of the angelic faced barn owl she was allowed to keep during her academic stay. Hela had always said that naming your service animal gave it a soul that did not exist, but Delilah had taken to calling the bird Villanelle on the clockwork visits she made with letters. And if she sat on the stone windowsill and ran the back of her finger against its feathers, who was going to tell on her? It was only because she coveted its texture.

However, this was a moment Delilah was extremely private about, and she only ever lingered if the owlery was empty. This time she'd stayed far longer than usual as she'd brought along with her a few shreds of greasy meat wrapped in a napkin. She fed it to the owl intermittently, demanding that it allow her to pet it at least once before she gave it another. She was so consumed with this task that she did not hear the approach of another, something her mother always told her to be vigilant about.

"Now, you mind my fingers this time, Villanelle," She told the bird conversationally, a stern tilt to her chin as she dangled a little scrap just above its shiny white beak. It snatched it out of the air as she dropped it and Delilah's eyes creased at the corners with the ghost of a smile. Though her breath was quick to catch as she heard a scuff of feet in the interim of silence. Her head whipped around, stray strands of honey blond hair catching on her cheeks as she wore an instinctive expression of fury, though it quickly blended away as she saw who was standing there. Nobody that mattered. "Oh, it's just you." She said in a dismissive tone.

@cameron

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Deleted]

[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"]

CARVE OUR NAMES INTO FIRE

[attr="class","next"] The Owlery was one of the locations on campus that Cameron could be found within most of the time. Not because she wrote letters, but because she enjoyed visiting the owls that would let her. Some of them nipped at you, others were just plain rude, and some were extremely nice and enjoyed a treat and a nice little pet. She hated the conditions of the place, the hay that littered the floor, the steps that circled the building and the owls flying around in a small area.

She didn’t write letters to home, but she received them, many of which she simply dismissed and refused to write back to. She was never one for letters, maybe it was because she hated writing her thoughts or answering them, but she was unsure. Many of them were just her parents questioning on if she was safe, but why wouldn’t she be? She was sure the school would write home that their daughter had been killed, so why would she write home to tell them she was okay? She was going home soon anyway and had written one letter to her parents to let them know of her return. She had yet to send it though, which was why she was heading to the haven of owls.

The moment she walked through the doors, she knew that she wasn’t alone, especially as a familiar young girl came into view and dismissed her with her tone. “Lovely to see you as well Delilah,” she said, her tone sarcastic. The two girls were around the same age and in the same year, but they had never been in the same house. She only knew the girl through both reputation and because she was good with names and faces, well, at least, for the most part. The two of them had gotten paired a few times in classes both at Ilvermorny and at Hogwarts, so it was hard to forget the face and name of someone so rude and high class. Her mother would have approved of Delilah as a daughter over Cammie, at least one of them accepted their nature of being half-veela.

---

TAG @delilah

[newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass]

[Deleted]

weaned on poison.

TURNING HER HEAD BACK TO VILLANELLE SHE mimicked the cheery greeting Cameron had given her, mouthing the words with theatrically immaturity and down-turned lips, flapping her mouth as she offered her bird the last piece of meat from her napkin before she balled it up. Delilah didn't feel any particular kindness towards the other girl. She was always a little bossy for her taste, often seizing control when they were working in group projects. Though, Delilah had always made a point to appear useless in those kinds of situations. She wasn't looking to be a leader just yet.

"Are you sendin' a letter?" Delilah asked as mindlessly as possible. She'd always been taught that being impolite never won any battles. No matter that she didn't particularly like the other girl, she still slipped off the edge and brushed off her pinafore, sweeping the skirt in her hands as she wandered across the owlery's main floor. Like a fluttery, daydreaming fairy. "I send my momma a letter every week." This was a rare bit of honesty, but people always underestimated somebody who spoke about their mother the way that Delilah did. 'Co-dependant' is what it might've been called, but Delilah always felt strong when she'd heard her mother's distinct and firm voice. She wondered if Cameron felt the same.  

@cameron

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Deleted]

[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"]

CARVE OUR NAMES INTO FIRE

[attr="class","next"] Delilah and Cameron had never really been friends, more like acquaintances that had to deal with each other. They faked kindness towards each other and even exchanged pleasantries, sometimes speaking in long prose before one of them excused themselves. Delilah was always the one that carried the conversation and baled, or maybe that was just how Cameron saw it. Though, Cameron saw the world like that a lot and the people within it that she wasn’t close to. She was the outcast, an outlier, like many other people that had graced the halls of Ilvermorny.

‘Are you sendin’ a letter?’ Cameron found herself nodding, “I am—” she started as she held up a letter at the other blonde, shaking it to show what she was holding. “Gotta let my parents know I’m coming home for the holiday, ya know?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow. She was about to ask Delilah if she was doing so too, letting her mother know that she was coming home, but the girl was already speaking about sending her mom a letter each week. She nodded her head, “I see—that’s truly an act of dedication. I always write them but forget to send them…”

---

TAG @delilah

[newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #000;[/newclass]

[Deleted]

weaned on poison.

DELILAH EYED CAMERON'S LETTER HUNGRILY, A part of her always eager to peer in to a persons innermost thoughts. Cameron was the type of person Delilah had never really sussed out properly. She had a way of isolating herself on purpose, which she didn't think was as cute as it might seem. "Is that all?" She said dully, peeling her eyes off of the little folded piece of parchment and fluffing her skirt instead. "No juicy gossip?" This sounded like a joke, but Delilah was actually serious. She'd love to hear something that hadn't been heard before.

Delilah wasn't going home for the holidays as Cameron was. Her mother had unfortunately cancelled any and all plans for her to do so, as she was currently on a best selling book tour. Delilah hadn't even seen their flat, which was situated in London city. She'd gone straight from a bed & breakfast to Hogwarts, with no rest in between. This stung her in many ways, though she didn't say as much.

"It's not dedication," Delilah said stiffly, standing very still in the middle of the owlery. "It's love." She loved her mother so much that she did whatever was told of her, without question. "Speaking with your mother shouldn't be a task." Which Cameron made it sound as if it were. "Or a box to tick." Usually, Delilah didn't allow herself to be quite as preachy, but she already had an absent father. Perhaps Cameron was just born unappreciative because she'd never been without. "I think that sounds quite sad." She said in answer to the other girls confession. .

@cameron

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Deleted]

CARVE OUR NAMES INTO FIRE WITH EVERYTHING ON THE LINE
WATCH THE WORLD IGNITE THIS IS A REVOLUTION

Cameron laughed, looking at the other blonde that was within the owlery. "Yup, pretty much it. Unlike you, I'm not bound to my mother's hip. They don't get the gossip; only my friends do." she said with a smirk on her face. She could see just the way that Del looked at the letter as if wanting to rip it open with her teeth and devour the words within the letter. Sadly, she would get nothing exciting of the sort. She shrugged her shoulders, "You can have a read if you want..." she said holding out the unsealed letter towards the girl, "And you can lick it and send it afterward," she added.

'It's not dedication. It's love. Speaking with your mother shouldn't be a task. Or a box to tick. I think that sounds quite sad.' Cammie chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, "If your mother is a veela that hates you...you'd feel the same way as I do." she stated, there was a reason her family hated her. No one knew, only her sister and friends. She would never tell a stranger about her past, not even Delilah.

@delilah

template by punki of adoxography

[Deleted]

weaned on poison.

DELILAH FOUND CAMERON'S SMIRK AS transparent as it was ugly. She smiled back, full of manufactured cheer as she ran her hand along the exposed stone wall of the owlery. "Lucky them..." She drawled, her nostrils flaring lightly - the only indication that she was unimpressed.

She leaned away rapidly as Cameron held the letter out to her, disgust plain on her face. "I don't think so..." She snapped, reaching out to push Cameron's hand away at the wrist, her fingers always icy cold. "That would be very inappropriate." The implication was clear, Delilah knew that Cameron was trying to annoy her. She wouldn't let it show as she jutted out her chin and crossed her arms behind her. "You should respect your privacy, Cammy." She said with a sniff. "You never know what people might say." Delilah's tone dripped with concern and she even furrowed her brows, but her hands were gripped white tight behind her.

"My mother is a veela." Delilah interjected, almost defensively. Her eyes were narrowed to slits as she let them rove over Cameron's face. Certainly not pretty enough to be a half-veela, Delilah thought, but that wasn't strictly true. She had the pale, ghostly features. The cold hands and pale, shimmering hair. 'Should would look better if she took better care of herself', thought Delilah, quite judgmentally. "Though I can quite safely say that she doesn't hate me." She shrugged at this, disregarding Cameron's poor luck. "Did you do something to upset her?" Her head tilted curiously.

@cameron

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[Deleted]

Delilah was disgusted with Cammie's attempt to get her to lick her letter, and the young blonde shrugged her shoulders. She knew that Delilah would, she just wanted this conversation to be over and hoped that would cause the other girl to leave. With her hand pushed back towards her by the wrist, she brought it up to her lips and licked it, sealing the content within it. 'You should respect your privacy, Cammy. You never know what people might say.' Cammie laughed, "I don't care if people talk. I'm boring anyway. All they can say about me is that I hate my parents, I don't get along with my sister...and I'm friends with half-vampires...what more would they wanna talk about?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow. Perhaps that you killed your brother? That you went to rehab for self-harm? That you're depressed? said the little voice in the back of her mind, but she ignored it.

'My mother is a veela. Though I can quite safely say that she doesn't hate me. Did you do something to upset her?' Cameron laughed, "I'm a disappointment. She's upset about everything I do. She looks at me like you do...probably thinks the same thing. What a failure of a half-veela...am I right?"

@delilah