( it's a little after the storms finally subside and the waters dissipate that Carmilla braves adventure, teleporting back over the river to the greenhouse. she's stupidly on edge and honestly that fact annoys her. it shouldn't matter, honestly, that pretty much everyone she even moderately liked around here is probably drowned or dead or both. it shouldn't upset her that probably, Xayah is the same. Carmilla is frankly sore used to being left behind and alone. it shouldn't matter to her anymore.
and yet, the sore ache in the heart that doesn't beat tells her more than enough that it does matter, even if she doesn't like that it does.
the greenhouse is in surprisingly good shape, even though there's still a few puddles on the floor when she enters. Carmilla makes a face and fingers a few oddly bright red leaves. that plant seems new. )
Knock knock, anyone home? ( her tone is impressively devil may care, but the expression on her face is a little less cagey. )
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and yet, the sore ache in the heart that doesn't beat tells her more than enough that it does matter, even if she doesn't like that it does.
the greenhouse is in surprisingly good shape, even though there's still a few puddles on the floor when she enters. Carmilla makes a face and fingers a few oddly bright red leaves. that plant seems new. )
Knock knock, anyone home? ( her tone is impressively devil may care, but the expression on her face is a little less cagey. )