#{ muse:camille vasile }

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#{ muse:camille vasile } #{ inspo:cv } #{ she long ded } #{ but this gives me her peak vibes in the beg } #blood tw #gore tw #death tw #crucifixion tw #dexter spoilers

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February 14, 2020 Vasile Manor 8:07PM

Camille stepped in autopilot for her life. Everything around her had crashed at the New Years party, and nothing had resurrected. Cassius had been the only family to give a damn before the grand gesture of the Vasiles. One she didn’t even set eyes on herself. Dimitri had shielded her from it, Cassius had taken extra measures to make sure she didn’t remember the murderous appetite of her family.

The veil was lifted from her eyes with one thing after the other. Flames had consumed Vasile & Vasile the firm she opened to help people because of her last name. It was tainted and smothered in hatred & greed. Ever since her own accident at the hands of Zelda, she felt like an outcast and now she felt like a ghost. The only person that had been in her life with nothing to gain from it was Juno. He would no doubt get her last bit of mail with the key to the storage unit.The remnants of the journals with the fleeting memories, and the shards of her phone under lock & key. Not before she shot a final text to her twin, ‘Happy Birthday’ as if this wasn’t going to turn into a ‘Happy Death Day’ .

Bright blue eyes stared at the gaunt reflection in the mirror in front of her. A simple text that she would take a bath wouldn’t arouse any suspicions. Shadows had pulled the strings around her. The letters were taped meticulously against the wall with the names written in perfect cursive.

Dimitri had been murdered, and from the looks of faces within the meeting. It only solidified the plan. None of them had a caring bone in their body. None of them would be her minute solace from death. The whispers of sleep and promises of hollow nothingness offered her more peace than the living had for weeks now. Was this what Cassius had felt when he wanted to end his life? The parallel between being the person that came crashing through the door, and being the bloodied body haunted her broken psyche.

Camille clicked the lock on the door, and found her path to the damned lit with the unspoken promise of paradise. No Pain. No Sadness. Just Sleep.  The knobs had been turned on the minute she started her letter craft. Steam rolled from the bathwater, but she could still feel the chills that sank into her spine. Cassius’s switchblade would play the finale of her life. It sunk into her forearms and created folds of flesh on both arms. She sank her head into the water to muffle the grunts. Lips parted to allow the crimson bath water enter her lungs and smother her. The limp bloodied forearm slunk across the tub, switchblade fell from the lifeless hand. 

The water would seep into the floorboards and flood the bathroom. Until someone took notice to stop it, and when they did the grim discovery would be made.

Camille Vasile is dead.

#{ muse:camille vasile } #death tw #suicide tw #blood tw #drowning tw #depression tw

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Camille, what impact do you want to leave on the world?

‘....’

#Anonymous #{ muse:camille vasile }

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CAMILLE VASILE

attending single

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Camille had thought herself a freak before the party, and afterwards that constant nag became a scream. Sure, she had been reprieved from the visuals at the party. The brutal pictures painted for her through the texts in her phone was the only thing she had to go on. She had started Vasile & Vasile to help people, to be the voice of those victims whom had otherwise been hushed. The shrieks of hatred carved their paths in the streets, but she told herself that anything that happened now was the fault of her father. 

Zelda had taken her voice from her, but the anarchy of the civilians took her soul. The building burst as the charred remains became engulfed in flames, and she watched across the street with a wide-eyed expression. Knuckles had turned pale from the grip with her fists. The culprits would be long gone by now she reckoned. A place she should have also been, but there was something mesmerizing about the flames of destruction of danced with chaotic mirth. 

She spun to the first figure she saw come into her peripheral vision. Fingers broke apart from her fist, and she slowly started to sign in the air. 

‘did you see what happened there?’  Just in the case they didn’t understand the flicker of movement from her palm. She pointed to the burning building and to the figure that had just joined her. The question lingered with the concerned confusion etched into her facial features.

#crimson.start #{ muse:camille vasile }

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@levibohan​

Camille had left many things after the attack. Levi was one of those things. Social interactions became a horror to her. A developed phobia over the course of one moment in time. With the crushing realization that anyone she dated disappeared, she had decided to be proactive. She didn’t even give Levi a chance when she cut off communication between them completely. No explanation. Nothing. Camille Vasile became a ghost in many variations. Tonight is different though, as she sits in Skyfall. Not touching the drink she had ordered. The familiar face comes into her vision and causes the guilt to engulf her. Memories fester into a tornado in her brain. Unable to turn the thoughts off she noticed that she hadn’t been hasty in her retreat. Now he was heading towards her. Camille felt the drum of her pulse as it internally shrieked from her immediate departure. A banshee stuck in a cycle of repeat mixed with the memory of his voice saying her name. 

Instead of a hasty retreat she offered him a tight lipped smile. She almost forgets her ailment, mouth partially open before she clamps it shut. Removing the phone from her purse as she thumbs him a text.

‘hello levi. it’s been awhile’

#{ levi - ghost of you } #{ muse:camille vasile }

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♤ ( dimitri & cami )

‘ dad’s biggest flaw is he’s a coward that can’t even look me in the eyes.’

#{ daddy dearest } #{ muse:camille vasile }

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♤ for camille, from eli

‘His flaw is that he’s put too much faith in dad and the vision. It’s blinding him and he won’t see when daddy finally turns the knife in his back next. Subordination only goes so far. I mean.. look at what happened with the O’Sheas. Just because he’s the favorite now doesn’t mean he’s safe.’

#{ eli tag tbd } #{ muse:camille vasile }

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Are you still in love with Isabel?

@crimsxnmuse

‘who?’

“Isabel? Are you naming my fucking taint?”

“ Isabel makes the best muffins - honestly. I don’t know if I’d say I have actually ever loved her though. ”

“ Damn.. was that my one night stand? “

“ Can’t believe you’re asking me this and standing in the way of line of sight. It’s complicated. I will always have a love for Isabel, and she will always have a love for Jaxon. That’s just how life is.”

#{ muse: oliver faust } #{ muse:camille vasile } #{ muse: zane washington } #{ muse:ariela leon/arielle hernandez } #{ muse:melody felix }

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@ximenavasile

The holidays had grown hard with her since the attack. It made her comfortable being around her family, and keeping her mouth shut. However, she had thought her stepmother might need help with setting the house up. Camille had attached to the woman soon after she married her father, finding the motherly bond. A bond she didn’t exactly have with her own father these days. Sometimes she wished Ximena was her only parent. The click of the door immediately followed by the click of the boot heels against the floorboards.

She didn’t think anyone else would be home, but she still was cautious as she walked around the massive house. Until she honed in on the face of the woman, moving her arms from her side to snap and then sign slowly.

“hi mom. need any help?”

#{ ximena tag tbd } #{ muse:camille vasile }

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to camille. 

for my truest best friend.

love, 

juno

#{ muse:camille vasile } #{ juno - my best friend until the end } #submission

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( alexandra daddario, 28, cisfemale, she/her ) Did anyone else just see CAMILLE VASILE ? I hear for the VASILE family they can be a bit AMBITIOUS & PERCEPTIVE. But I also heard they can be STUBBORN & MERCILESS. if you dare I hear they frequent VASILE & VASILE in their spare time when they aren’t being an INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST. tread carefully or else you might be next on their list !

Camille Vasile is half of the eldest of the Vasile children along with her twin brother, Cassius. She was always his walking opposite, because she hid her empathetic nature with her twin from everyone else. No, she felt the depression at times stab her heart. Except she tried to detour his suicidal nature, until the day came when she had to save him. 

She was close to her other siblings, but with Cassius there was no denying the twin aspect of things. He never let her forget that he was born first between the both of them. Camille found one vice during her elementary years that carried her to her early twenties, even landing her in the Olympics. Archery was always her thing, and she isn’t half bad with darts either. The level of concentration she finds easier than some people. 

Camille worries about her family on a day to day basis. She started a private investigation firm with her twin, soon after she learned that the police department was corrupt. She never gave her real reasoning of leaving as a police detective. However, she felt better when she solved the crimes with her only best friend. 

See, Camille had this thing about significant others vanishing without a trace. A very vague farewell in an email or text, and she got used to people leaving her. It’s then they get what she thinks is the case of their lifetime. A serial killer. There’s a few problems this leads to: 

1. The Serial killer is closer than she realizes, Cassius starts to drug her and she starts to forget her clues of the killer.

2. They were on the case of multiple serial killers, but she doesn’t remember connecting those dots.

Enter the finale that Vasile Media didn’t cover. Camille got too close with her persistent following with her twin, and that cost her a tongue. She’s mute now, the message clear as day in blood ‘Speak No Evil’ . Camille has gone underground for the most part studying over the case file albeit a bit obsessively to find the person who took her voice and bring them to justice.

Meanwhile, her brother has fallen silent as well in solidarity around her. It’s unlikely she will open her mouth or even eat/drink around a person because she’s self conscious about her mouth.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

tbh give me someone Cassius sent away asdlkjasdlkjasd or thought he got rid of. also, give me friends she probably has that can’t figure out why she won’t answer their calls but will text them back friends with benefits sure C A S E S. GIVE US C A S E S.

#crimson.intro #{ muse:camille vasile} #gore tw #disfigurement tw #depression tw

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Camille Vasile - Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’

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@ghosstts

Fall Festival. The Vasiles were a prominent family and one that would need to be seen. Camille kept her head low and placed a hand over her mouth to cover her nervous breaths. Crowds were hard for her, because that’s inevitably how the killer had gotten her last time. A slip through the crowd and no one even noticed she was missing. Even though she had been striking up conversations beforehand. Now she felt like a walking stigma stuck in time. The killer was still at large, and well to keep everything hushed her attack wasn’t even reported to local police. The Vasiles didn’t trust the police, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Camille could also hear the words of the reporting officer if she was brought in.

‘Are you sure she didn’t do this to herself?’ 

Something draws her out of her mind and it’s the vibration of the phone against her thigh. Camille pauses her steps near the Ferris Wheel and glanced to the Caller ID. She didn’t pick up phone calls these days, just shot quick texts in response. So she would wait until the voicemail icon chimed onto the screen. Movement caught her eyes just as she read the words 

[ (1) missed call Marci ]

Then it was fate that she saw the face she had been mid-text to. For a brief moment she forgot what she had been hiding in the wake of the festival’s traffic. Not only did the killer take her voice, but she took her spot as the only Vasile to show up at Marci’s wedding. Camille had wanted to go, because she wouldn’t excommunicate her sister. Camille loves Marci, but...she didn’t want her younger sister to see her this way.

Yet she felt her mouth pull apart. Due to the rarity of that happening she even felt her lips almost get stuck together before they opened. An inhumane noise, something like a grunt of protest and incoherent sounds one’s mouth makes without a tongue inside of it. None of it producing words, but the grunt and noises made by her mouth seemed to have a tune of ‘Marci’ to it. At least in her head it did, but in reality it was a horrific episode. The picture in front of her melted behind a wall of tears. So much had changed in a year. She lost her voice and lost her sister too.

Panicked, Camille closed her mouth and stared at her younger sister before her eyes darted down in shame. One of the hands not holding the phone quickly moved to her side as it slowly started to sign in the air. She wasn’t sure if her sister even knew sign language. With text and technology it’s not like people still actively tried to learn it.

‘M...A...R..C...I...’

#{ marci - sisters to strangers } #{ muse:camille vasile } #gore tw

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@wcldfire​

Vasile Media was the last place Camille wanted to be. The blizzard outside must have been a sign sent from Satan that she was stuck there. She watched the snow pile on nervously through the window. Shuffling the papers at a desk that wasn’t even hers. Felix wasn’t there, she had at least checked that out. Vivid blues zoned in on the building across the street when the electricity flickered. That’s just great. She thought bitterly to herself flicking her fingers through the papers picking up the pace. The thoughts flicker through her mind just as the lights grow dimmer. Then the expected happens as all the lights crash down. The building was already a ghost town, but she crashed into a desk finding her footing in the dark. Unable to call out or scream, she took out the phone using the flashlight feature. Stepping through the aisles in the building until she ran into a familiar figure.

A sigh exits her lips as she wiggles her fingers in a form of wave. No use in signing to her father, as it so happened he was the one that refused to let the attack on her see the light of day.

#{ dmitri dad tag } #{ muse:camille vasile }

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@wrltcr

‘”No one will be working at the Media office, Camille” 

It felt like a taunt from her father, and sometimes she wondered if he truly even cared that she couldn’t speak anymore. It was all a guarded secret that fateful night. The only sound from her mouth she can remember is her shrieking and the sound of gurgling. That wouldn’t stop her ambition however. They clearly didn’t know what monster the Vasile ambition truly was.  An unfounded black mamba in existence that blended into the patches of shadows until it stroke.

Camille decided it would be a day like any other. Cassius was busy so she didn’t bother him. Opting instead to enter into the large skyscraper technically cornered in by the O’Shea property around it. She made sure no one was behind her, but she often saw shadows that weren’t there. Her eyes constructed what was around her into a story. As a child her parents blamed her over imagination, but now she just figured she saw phantoms of  her memories. 

She busied herself over the one case file she had brought with her. The one she oddly enough could never wrap her head around. She unraveled the notes and the map pinning them up where they may fall. North Side. South Side. For a killer, there were no sides. Camille only paused when her hearing picked up what sounded like papers rustling around the corner?

Camille quickly grabbed a letter opener and exited the conference room. There stood someone that likely had heard her, but she couldn’t ask him what he was doing up front. Instead she pursed her lips and folded a copy near the shred bin into a paper plane. Taking steady aim she let it sail until it hit near the assailant, if they turned she would lift up her hands and slowly sign. Juggling the letter opener between her hands awkwardly.

‘What are you doing here?’

#{ muse:camille vasile } #{ felix tag tbd } #{ lmk if i need to change anything! }