For Chris, Armand, or really anyone...

[glacianbitch]

Karla is hiding. She wouldn't put it that way, but she is. She hasn't quite locked the door, but she is sitting in a corner of her room on the windowseat, hidden behind the curtains, forehead pressed to the window and knees drawn to her chest. She is very much not in a happy place. She wants some loved male people.

Karla never thought to see her

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[sweariwontdie]

Not sensing the tension and excited about the house, Armand goes to find Karla. He's troubled at the state he finds her in. "Karla, love?"

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks up, her eyes wide and biting her lip hard enough that it's started to bleed. She blinks at him for a few moments before murmuring in a slightly hoarse voice, "H'lo, Armand."

[sweariwontdie]

Now more worried, Armand runs to her to embrace her. "What's wrong?"

[glacianbitch]

He may get clung to. She buries her head in his shoulder and takes a deep, shuddery breath of Armand smell. "Someone's playing nasty games again," she says in a voice, trying to sound exasperated, but her voice is still very shaky.

[sweariwontdie]

"That is common," he says in a soothing voice while he gently pets her hair. "What was it this time?"

[glacianbitch]

She takes a shuddery breath. "The kitchen was - I was getting strawberries." She holds onto him a little more tightly. "Someone made an illusion of - Hobart."

[sweariwontdie]

He kisses her hair. "Your uncle? He's dead, right?"

[glacianbitch]

She shudders. "So was Morton."

[sweariwontdie]

He squeezes her tighter, trying not to let his own fear and anger evidence itself. "Point taken. It was only an illusion, you said. Yes? You're safe." He tries to catch her gaze.

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks at him and takes a deep breath. "It was. I'm fine. Just..." She takes a deep breath. "Scared, I guess."