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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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KARKAT AND CAMILLE 55

[notjelly]

The Ghost of Genova Heights - Stars

he hoped to be remembered as the one
who told his men to turn back and go where we'd begun

Blame is a funny thing. Camille had considered it a stupid emotion before Zayid. Shit happened; wasn't that just the way of things? She had met people who blamed themselves for this and that, and her advice had always been to just drink some tea and get over it. The look on Violin's face when she thought about Tavin just didn't make much sense to her.

Then, Zayid. And, well. Blame is funny. Violin's the exorcist; she knew best about oni-agnan, about how there was nothing you could do to prevent someone from turning into one. Yet after that, Camille couldn't help herself.

She'd been a fair bit more sympathetic these days.

Karkat came to her after it was all over, tapping on the door, looking more exhausted and subdued than usual. Oh, Karkat. He was too young to put all that blame on his shoulders, and yet from the look of him now, he was still doing it. At this point she was pretty sure that was just part of who he was.

She smiled and let him in, of course. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to, though he was immediately looking grim and cranky as soon as he knew she was looking at him. She already had a plate of cookies and a cup of hot chocolate ready for him.

"How are you, Karkat?" she asked, because she couldn't help that either. The horror and tragedy was over; it was time to get back to teasing him.

"How the fuck do you think?" was the growly response.

She chuckled a little and set the cookies and cocoa before him. Things would get back to normal, even if it took awhile.