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Starting with 'Hello'

Private W2 D1 LA Nevan Venture Camille Deveaux

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#1 Nevan Venture


  • Heir to House Venture

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusKnown

Posted 22 October 2014 - 03:41 AM

The carriage rocked and bounced slightly as it rattled over the cobblestones, but that wasn't the reason Nevan Venture felt slightly queasy. It wasn't the executions, either; he'd been to more than enough of those to learn how to tune out the blood and violence. No, the reason he felt so uneasy right now was much simpler and far, far more complicated than that: a woman.

Not just any woman, though. This was Camille Deveaux. His soon to be fiancee, if his father had anything to say about it, the woman he may or may not be falling in love with, and - what else - a highly trained and deadly assassin who'd dropped off his cousin's headless body in the middle of the night.

And he was going to see her. Alone.

Oh, it wasn't that he feared her. Not with the connection they shared. Oh alright, so maybe he was a little afraid, but of what, well, that was a little more complicated to pin down. Of what she was capable of? That was definitely a part of it. Of the effect it might have on whatever relationship they were developing? Of course. But more than that, he was also afraid of a chasm opening up between them. It had already begun, little cracks forming here and there before he even knew what was causing them. They would have to act quickly if the cracks were to be mended before it was too late.

That was why he was in the carriage now. It was customary for a young lord to call on the lady he'd accompanied to a ball the night before, but normally, societal tradition would release him from the obligation in the event of an execution, which by law he had to attend. By the time those let out, the lords and ladies both would have other matters to attend to, though sometimes he would try and call on her the next day. This time, though, the need was more urgent. Even if Camille was busy, he could still leave some sort of message for her.

That is, he thought with no small amount of concern, if he could ever figure out what he was going to say. But even as the carriage pulled to a halt and he was escorted inside, words and ideas both failed him. Where would he even begin? How could he possibly make a casual visit to someone who had bared her soul to him, killed his Mistborn cousin to save his house from a war, and then vanished into the night?

Then, clear as day, it came to him - oddly enough, as if Camille herself were telling him how to proceed.

Why not start with 'hello'?

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#2 Camille Deveaux


  • Daughter of Lord Deveaux

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age18

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 22 October 2014 - 07:21 PM

Camille almost couldn't believe it when the servant informed her that Nevan had called. She had been certain he wouldn't come; the executions had lasted all morning, and certainly he must have been busy with house business, but here he was, and she was on her way to greet him. After dancing the night away, giving him her biggest secret, hunting down his cousin and cutting off her head, and preventing a house war.

She didn't know whether to feel flattered, excited, or sick. Maybe a little of all three.

When she entered the parlor, though, it was obvious that he felt the same way. Surely he had been invited to sit, yet he was standing when she entered, quite clearly trying not to fidget while he stared a hole in the carpet across the room. Had he been pacing?

He looked up when she entered, and Camille felt her breath catch. What now? After everything that had happened last night, where would they go from here? Where could they go? What could they say to one another after last night?

"Um. Hello," he said with a nervous smile, and in that instant, Camille knew that there was no going back. Not now, not ever.

She was in love with Nevan Venture.

"Hello, Nevan," she said with a smile of her own, and just like that, the tension in the room vanished completely. She was vaguely aware of the door shutting as the servant left them alone, but she paid it no mind as she crossed the room to greet the man who had stolen the heart she hadn't known she had. She extended her hand for him to kiss, as would be appropriate, but he caught her off guard by using it to pull her into a tight hug. For second time, she found herself marveling at how small she felt when he held her. Well, not necessarily in a bad way, of course. It was hardly his fault that all Ventures were bloody giants.

"Are you alright?" he asked, still holding her tightly. She was surprised by how alright with that she actually was.

"Of course I am," she said, finally allowing herself to return the embrace. "Didn't your father tell you? I would have told you myself, but you were already asleep."

"He told me you weren't hurt. But that's not what I meant." He released her from the hug at last, only to catch her face in his hands. Lord Ruler, he had big hands. "Are you alright, Camille?"

"I... what?" Had anyone ever even asked her that before? She couldn't remember that they had.

"I was hard on you last night. Too hard. Lord Ruler, if I had only known-"

"Of course you didn't know, Nevan. How could you have?"

"But it still hurt you, didn't it."

She couldn't help but look away at that. It had, but how could she tell him that? Her silence spoke volumes, though, and he rested one hand on her shoulder while the other tilted her face up to look at him again.

"I'm sorry, Camille. Can you ever forgive me?"

Now it was her turn to hug him.

"Of course I can," she said into his chest, and he gave her a grateful squeeze before she finally pulled away and led him to a sofa where they could actually sit down. He didn't speak, though - he just continued to look at her expectantly, and she realized that he was still waiting for an answer.

"I... think I'm alright," she said at last. "Being discovered was--" Wait a minute. Was she really going to open up about this to him, just like that? They'd only just met! But, well, he already knew her secret, and looking at his concerned face, she knew she couldn't leave him hanging after an answer like that. Besides, she was realizing more and more that she wanted to open up to him. As terrifying as it was, as much as her instincts screamed that she was putting herself in danger, she simply couldn't shut herself off. Not again. Not with the one person who knew what she was and saw her as more than a tool or a weapon.

But does he? her inner voice whispered. You don't know that for sure. He knows, now. How badly do you think Venture wants another Mistborn?

Lord Ruler, she was in trouble.

"Camille, you're doing it again." His voice was gentle. Worried, even.

"I. What?"

"You're retreating."

"I..." Lord Ruler, she'd gone and ruined it! She looked away, unable to meet that honest expression. And just like that, there he was again, holding her close.

"I'm right here, Camille," he said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

I'm not going anywhere.

Camille had to turn the phrase over a few times in her head before it actually sank in.

I'm right here.

I'm not going anywhere.


There was no answer Camille could possibly think of that would be even remotely adequate, so instead she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder. By way of response, he held her even closer, wrapping his arms around her until she felt enveloped by them.

And that said more than any words possibly could have.

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#3 Nevan Venture


  • Heir to House Venture

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  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusKnown

Posted 27 January 2015 - 11:42 PM

Nevan wasn't sure how long they sat there in silence, but he knew it didn't matter. Camille was clearly trying to reach out to him, but just as clearly, she didn't know how. How lonely a life must she have lived, locked up behind walls made of secrets and masks? Even if it had been an accident, he'd still ripped all of that away by force, robbing her of the ability to reveal herself on her own terms. Now it was up to him to make sure she felt safe letting him into that part of her life.

It was strange, he thought as he held her close. He had dated women before, of course, even heard some of their own secrets, but somehow, ever since he opened that door in Keep Casuana, everything was different. Sharing in the secret of Camille's identity felt incredibly intimate - perhaps, he realized, the most intimate thing he had ever experienced. But he also felt almost wrong, in a way. As if he had stumbled carelessly into a place where outsiders were forbidden and violated the core of her identity. Did she resent him for that? Would she be able to trust him? Would she-

She shifted.

Responding to her hints, Nevan relaxed his embrace, allowing her to pull away and sit up, on her own. She kept hold of his hand, though, which was an encouraging sign. Even if the hand was the only part of him she would look at right now.

"Being discovered was... not something I've experienced before," she said in a carefully controlled voice. It sounded like she was having trouble just keeping her words steady. "It shook me to the core. I've always been so careful, so precise. I never missed a step, because missing a step gets you killed. And then you..."

He wanted to tell her it was his fault, not hers. He wanted to pull her into his arms and apologize again. But that didn't seem like the right choice. She was willing to talk, and he needed to let her. So instead, he just squeezed her hand reassuringly. Her eyes flickered up to him for grateful look that lasted a split second, and just as fast she was looking at his hand again.

"I'm not blaming you," she continued after a moment. "It was beyond either of our control at that point. You had no idea what you were walking into, and you'd have chased me no matter where I hid. But in a way, that just makes it worse. I'm supposed to be in control. In control of myself, my environment, everything. It's how I do my job. It's how I stay alive. But I couldn't control this.

"And I know, some things you can't control. You have to control what you can and adapt to the rest. It's what I've always done. But this is foreign territory to me. I've always been seen in two very specific ways: Lady Camille, and Camille the Mistborn. Those two never overlap. Ever."


"Never?" Nevan asked before he could stop himself. That comment had caught him off guard for some reason. "Even your family?"

Camille just shrugged. "To the ones who know, I'm Camille the Mistborn. Someone to be obeyed, feared, used, or avoided. I'm a weapon, Nevan, and they see me as such. What that means to each of them will determine how they respond to me."

"And... the Lady Camille?" he asked softly, dreading the answer.

"Deepness, she's not even a real person," she said with a bitter laugh. "You're just the only person who ever looked close enough to see through her."

Nevan froze at that. Had he really been the first? What kind of existence had Camille been subjected to? Just how isolated had she been?

"Imagine my surprise," she continued, "When you looked behind the mask and expected there to be someone there. What was I supposed to do? Make someone up? You deserve better than that, and anyway, you'd see right through it even if it weren't a horrible idea. But I couldn't just..."

"You couldn't just reveal yourself," Nevan finished for her. "But I didn't understand that, and got frustrated with you when you, through no fault of your own, had nothing to show me instead. And then I went and walked in on you anyway, robbing you of the choice to do it on your terms."

"In a way, it's almost a relief. You didn't understand before, you couldn't have and I would have been wrong to expect it of you. But now you know. You've seen all of me now, and in another way, that's also terrifying. I've never realized just how empty I am until you shone a light in here, and now I have no idea what to do about it. Lord Ruler, you must think I'm an absolute bloody mess. And maybe I am. But you asked, and that's my answer. You wanted to see the real me, and now you've seen more of her than anyone alive and I have no idea how you'll take it and Lord Ruler this is more terrifying than I thought it would be."

Lord Ruler. What was he supposed to say to that? This incredible, powerful, vulnerable woman was baring her soul to him, on purpose this time, and he had no words to express to her what a treasure she really was? Was there anything he could say to explain to her how he felt? That he didn't see her as empty? Or a weapon, or a tool, or an hollow creature behind a mask? As he thought back on all the time they had spent together, what precious little of it there was, he suddenly found everything clicking into place. Those little hesitations, her apparent surprise when she found herself relaxing her guard and exposing a real person instead of the void she expected to be there, her reluctance to open up. But also there was her wit, her smile, her laughter, even the violent jokes that made him uncomfortable. All those pieces came together in his mind, forming an image of the most amazing, complex, capable woman he had ever met.

What words were there to tell her that, terrified mess or not, he loved her?

Maybe there wasn't. But there was one thing he could think of that he could do. And maybe, just maybe, it would do the talking for him.

So he reached under her chin, gently pulled her face up to look at his, and kissed her.

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#4 Camille Deveaux


  • Daughter of Lord Deveaux

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age18

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 02 February 2016 - 03:19 AM

Camille could barely keep herself together after spilling her very soul to Nevan. Her heart was pounding, there was a lump in her throat, she felt sick, and it was everything she could do not to tremble. And he was silent, holding her hand as the moment grew into an eternity.

Then, suddenly, he gently lifted her face, and before she knew what was happening, his lips met hers.

She gasped, jumping slightly at the unexpectedly intimate gesture, and Nevan immediately pulled back, looking more than a little panicked.

"Camille, I'm sorry, I was presumptuous, I--"

"Nevan Venture," she interrupted him with a firm voice, and he immediately silenced. Lord Ruler, was he blushing? She reached up with a gentle hand, resting it on his reddened cheek.

"Don't you dare apologize for that."

With her free hand, she grabbed hold of his cravat and pulled him back into reach for another kiss.

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#5 Nevan Venture


  • Heir to House Venture

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusKnown

Posted 25 July 2017 - 05:33 PM

Camille pulled him by the cravat into another kiss, and for a few blissful moments, the rest of the world ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed, was Camille. Camille, and the warm, beautiful light that welled up within him at her touch. He slipped his hand around her waist, and there they stayed, until at last she pulled away, smiling shyly up at him. Her shining eyes and flushed cheeks spoke volumes, and before he knew what he was going to say, he spoke to answer her.

"Camille, I--"

"Hm?"

Blast. Now what? He'd spoken without thinking, but what could he possibly say? But then, he already knew, didn't he? Camille had just opened everything up to him, and confessed to feeling terrified and uncertain because of it. The only way he could reassure her was to make his intentions perfectly clear. To ask for her hand in courtship, and to make it clear that, if she wanted it, this was the first step towards marriage.

"Will you marry me?"

"What!"

What?

"I- what?"

Nevan blinked in confusion. Had he really just done that?

"Nevan. Did you just accidentally propose to me?"

"I... I think I may have," he said, releasing her waist to run a hand through his hair. "I was trying to ask for your hand in courtship, but I was thinking about marriage, and I guess my brain decided to just up and ask for what I really want."

"Me," she said softly. "Forever."

"Yes, Camille." He rested his hand on her cheek. "You and me, together." She smiled brightly at him, but still seemed hesitant. "What is it?"

"Which... which one are you asking?"

Oh, Camille... His arms moved on their own, and he pulled her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair gently.

"I'm asking all of you," he said softly. "Lady Camille, and Camille the Mistborn, and just plain Camille too. We'll... we'll put them back together, you and me. We'll make them all one person again, no matter how many there are. And that woman's name, if you wish it, will be Camille Venture."

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