#i went back to this scene for something else and left entranced by camila being an absolute fucking badass??

[mrsdanirojas]

"Now...it's time to give."

Camila "Espada" Montero in Far Cry 6 (2021)

[ocamila]

it’d been seven minutes and thirty-three seconds since camila had been woken up to a phone call from none other than her mother, which it was weird because her mom had always been, sort of, detached from the ‘mother’ role and was more into being camila’s acquaintance while her father dealt with the parent duties, but that was solely because her mother had never learned to cope with the postpartum. her mom had never sounded more concerned for her daughter’s well being, opening the call frantically asking if she were safe. it was a confusing call for 7 in the morning, so mila rubbed her make-up free eyes, rolled over and noticed her boyfriend was missing from his usual spot in bed, that’s when she knew something was off if her mother was calling her. apparently, the story went something along the lines of her mom’s hampton friends heard about some irrational, insane fight on the beach involving camila’s ex-boyfriend which her mom was never a fan of, and her current boyfriend, blake, so the mother phoned her daughter immediately upon hearing to check on her safety. on the phone, she held herself together. she’d told her mom she was fine and to let dad know she was okay, too before she told her mom she was going to sort things out. it was strange, her body went numb for a moment because she knew things were not good if her mom phoned. throwing the white duvet from her tanned body, she felt the chilled floor beneath her feet as she walked over to a suitcase laid at the foot of the bed that had her belongings for the trip in it. the house was quite, but that was good for the girl’s racing mind right now, so after she threw on a wrinkled white v-neck t-shirt that was tied in the middle and a pair of simple black leggings she slipped her feet into the pair of yeezy tennis shoes she’d brought, grabbing her phone and nothing else. if blake wasn’t with her, she knew exactly where h’e’d be given their hamptons location. 

silently walking through the house that was theirs for the week, she was careful not to wake anyone in fear she’d be bombarded with info she wasn’t prepared for at 7:09 in the morning. after all, the sun had barely risen. exiting the front door, she set off to her left, knowing the way to blake’s parents house by heart no matter where she stood in that town, her stomach was giving her entire body this feeling that was nothing but unsettled and nervous. it was approximately ten blocks to blake’s parents, and only nearly down the driveway the girl took off sprinting. her phone clutched tightly in her hand, she didn’t care that her hair was loosely bouncing against her back as she ran, or that a few curious on-lookers snapped photos, she knew something was wrong and she knew she needed to be there sooner than later. six. the number of blocks she had left to sprint and the number of scenarios playing out in her head as to what could have happened. soon it was five, and five was the number of times blake had since the first told camila he loved her, and it was a significant number in itself just for that. as the scenes flew by, her vision was hazy yet getting used to being yanked from her slumber thanks to her buzzing iPhone, but she recognized she was now only at the end of the block from his parents home. slowing herself, she bent over behind a bush to nauseously hurl what she had fro lunch yesterday into this poor person’s flower beds that seemed like the gardner worked vey hard on, but that wasn’t her concern right now. catching her breath and walking toward his parent’s home, she noticed the front door was unlocked when she entered the immaculate summer home, weird. she searched through the house, basement included and all she found was a blood stained frame that once sat on the coffee table but was now strewn across the room accompanied with broken shards of glass, but it was even weirder to find burned photos from his childhood in the living room floor that was no charred, but thankfully looked like it’d burned out on it’s own. in the girl’s search of the home, that’s all she found and selfishly took a moment to use a tooth brush from the guest room bathroom’s closet considering she could taste her lunch from yesterday as well as the general worry that filled her mouth. she pulled her phone up to her ear, calling her boyfriend. no answer and straight to voicemail. fuck was all she could think. that’s when she really started to worry.

almost giving up, she figured she needed to check the backyard because it was blake and anything could happen. her phone read 7:33 as she ran down the wooden stairs inside the home and immediately to the back door. a move she was grateful she made, though she could’ve gone her lifetime without laying her eyes on what was outside. her phone fell to the kitchen floor as she flint the glass door open, sprinting across the yard to where the ground opened up into a pool. “no. no, no, no.” those were the only things the girl could cry in that moment before she found herself diving into the deeper end of the pool, swimming frantically to where her boyfriend was floating. there was a saying that tears in the rain were pointless, or lost even, but as she was swimming under the icy water, she heard her own sobs under it all and knew tears in the pool were even more pointless than those in the rain. surfacing, she grabbed her boyfriend, tugging him through the water knowing his weight was easier to handle that way, toward the side of the pool where her feet could at least touch. once her feet were planted on the bottom, she dragged him to the entrance stairs in the pool, sitting him on the second stair, so the first stair was able to hold his back as she held onto his head, shaking it in her hands, “i need you to wake up,” her voice was begging him, or maybe even god to let the boy wake up right then. when nothing was happening, her already wet face began to feel much more damp as the tears freely flowed from their water gates, “blake,” the girl began, cupping his face in her hands as she still sat in the water pleading, “charles blake davenport the third, you are not giving up like that!” she grew angry now, mad at the world, mad at god, mad this was happening to her and to him right now. “you fucking wake up, right now.” her head hung weakly toward the boy’s damp clothing that was on his legs, angry tears falling now. she hadn’t known why she was trying to give him mouth-to-mouth but maybe it was the sheer panic that swept over her body, but in a second mom-mode kicked in and she seemed to find strength she didn’t know she had. pulling him out of the pool completely, she laid him on his back pumping his chest a few times before trying to resuscitate him the best she could. she repeated this a few times, sobbing between each attempt. “blake, i’m not kidding! please.” she was unsure what else she was going to be able to do at this point.