henry booker and camille harte always seemed like a match made in fate.

[break][break] raised in the same town, neighbors, families that were only half a heartbeat apart. camille didn't think she would've been able to have the kind of childhood she'd had with just her grandparents to raise her. she would've been lonely, sad even, without her best friend by her side.

[break][break] it was why she'd felt so lonely when she went away from school, even when she'd had plenty of friends to keep her company. it was exactly why she'd returned home to fallarbor, even though there were so many more opportunities abroad, in different cities, in different regions, in different places —

[break][break] but none of them mattered. not really. not when henry wasn't there.

[break][break] it was why this moment felt like kismet to her. it felt fated, in a sense.

[break][break] and she wasn't going to waste any of it.

[break][break] camille dragged henry up to his bedroom and without the presence of any sleeping pokemon or sweet baked goods, she pressed him against a wall the second that the door closed.

[break][break] her teeth grazed his bottom lip, eyes flitting up to his, hand hovering over the buttons on his shirt.

[break][break] "you never answered me, you know," she whispered. "you didn't say what you were looking for."

[break]

[attr="class","ooc"] henry booker [break]



[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-eevee"]