( it not only looks like death caught up with her (and since it's been chasing her a few centuries, it's probably about time), it feels like it too. which is exactly why she's so distracted. usually, she's very careful. she isn't the type to not notice her surroundings, because keeping on top of them is imperative for surviving as long as she has. it says a lot that she didn't notice him, or the smell in the air, the sound of the running burner.
and he doesn't draw her attention, even in the midst of moving and staring, until he says something. she startles up like something burned her, and that does nothing to help the dizzies. she makes a muttered sound of discomfort, before pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead, eyes squinted closed, as she tries to force back the way the room feels like it is spinning, even as she stands here, still, with her eyes closed.
she really had not wanted to run into anyone. Carmilla is the sort that hates to show even a slight weakness, so showing someone she can barely keep her feet is just about her worst nightmare. it's only making matters worse that it's the kid with at least two personalities, one of which was determined to be nice to her despite how standoffish and dismissive she was. he's stopped of late, and she's bitter enough to think that's for the best.
nothing ever good has come out of trying to be close to her, after all. )
I'm fine, ( she says, and the words are slow and intentional, trying to stitch together some remote sense of normalcy that she can hide behind. ) I just drank... ( the excuse is going to be alcohol, and what Sora knows of her, that'd be plenty believable. but she can't even get the lie out before something chases up her throat and demands to escape, and her only option is to turn and dart the few feet it takes to retch into the sink.
and, of course, throwing up would be a perfectly reasonable thing for someone who drank too much to do. problem is, she's definitely coughed up a heap of black blood, stagnant and coppery as it hangs in the air. Carmilla herself is startled, and standing there barefoot, completely exposed, she almost looks like the eighteen year old she's supposed to be. wide-eyed, young, and terrified. the evidence of what she is and what she's done is spilled all over the sink, and very little terrifies her more than a human finding out she's a vampire. she can play at not caring all she likes, but suffice to say, there's a reason it scares her.
she turns on the sink, after she can will herself into movement, but there's no way to hide the evidence before he notices. let's be real, he already knows. the water doesn't even help much, the blood only barely starting to run into the drain and the rest mocks her as it coats the sides and bottom of the sink. )
tw: vomiting
and he doesn't draw her attention, even in the midst of moving and staring, until he says something. she startles up like something burned her, and that does nothing to help the dizzies. she makes a muttered sound of discomfort, before pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead, eyes squinted closed, as she tries to force back the way the room feels like it is spinning, even as she stands here, still, with her eyes closed.
she really had not wanted to run into anyone. Carmilla is the sort that hates to show even a slight weakness, so showing someone she can barely keep her feet is just about her worst nightmare. it's only making matters worse that it's the kid with at least two personalities, one of which was determined to be nice to her despite how standoffish and dismissive she was. he's stopped of late, and she's bitter enough to think that's for the best.
nothing ever good has come out of trying to be close to her, after all. )
I'm fine, ( she says, and the words are slow and intentional, trying to stitch together some remote sense of normalcy that she can hide behind. ) I just drank... ( the excuse is going to be alcohol, and what Sora knows of her, that'd be plenty believable. but she can't even get the lie out before something chases up her throat and demands to escape, and her only option is to turn and dart the few feet it takes to retch into the sink.
and, of course, throwing up would be a perfectly reasonable thing for someone who drank too much to do. problem is, she's definitely coughed up a heap of black blood, stagnant and coppery as it hangs in the air. Carmilla herself is startled, and standing there barefoot, completely exposed, she almost looks like the eighteen year old she's supposed to be. wide-eyed, young, and terrified. the evidence of what she is and what she's done is spilled all over the sink, and very little terrifies her more than a human finding out she's a vampire. she can play at not caring all she likes, but suffice to say, there's a reason it scares her.
she turns on the sink, after she can will herself into movement, but there's no way to hide the evidence before he notices. let's be real, he already knows. the water doesn't even help much, the blood only barely starting to run into the drain and the rest mocks her as it coats the sides and bottom of the sink. )