oo1 → voice → italics indicate french.

[languorously]

[ the stone is cold, unyielding; Carmilla feels acutely aware of it even as her senses seem to have been so harshly dulled. there is an unfamiliar weakness in her hands, a true languor such as she hasn't known for so many years, and though she struggles with the fog within she can sense no more beyond it than her eyes can see and hands can touch.

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pretentious francophile here. HAVE SOME FLUENT FRENCH

[paradoxlol]

Ill? What are your symptoms?

fistbump

[languorously]

I have about me a dreadful languor- my heart strains in my breast and I feel so terribly heavy.

Re: fistbump

[paradoxlol]

Before you came here... What's the last thing you remember?

[languorously]

[ dutifully: ]

That I travelled- indeed, I do think that I had dozed within the carriage. We were to Paris, my mamma and I; we were to see a dressmaker first of all.

In French :3

[impure_tale]

Welcome to the Barge, Cheri. I fear your mother is not here, but you are not far from care. What ails you?

[languorously]

[ a gentleman's voice, surely. carmilla has found that such creatures come namely in two kinds: useful and in the way. it is, however, almost always worth finding out which. ]

I suffered once a grievous injury, and I have ever been weak as a lamb since. Now and then I have a spell; I think perhaps I have one now.

In French;

[languorously]

Not so dire, I think; I am to be attended to.

In French;

[languorously]

The physician, Martha, has said she will tend to my health.

Audio:

[fanged_aleera]

Why always the French who get brought here...?

→ switching to austro-bavarian.

[languorously]

I am Styrian, madam.

Audio: Notifications!

[fanged_aleera]

What?

they are the bane of my life

[languorously]

[ this time in English, half-exasperated, half-amused: ]

I am no Frenchwoman.

[notafuckingnut]

...What? Sorry, I don't speak...whatever that is.

[languorously]

[ a little impatiently: ] It is only French. Until today, I daresay I knew this language no better than you might know France's.

[notafuckingnut]

I knew that.

[Pause]

You alright though? You sounded...like you weren't.

[Girls make Richie speak unhelpfully. Fact of life. But at least he's being polite?]

[languorously]

[ reducing men to uselessness is not exactly new to Carmilla- it's how she survived in the first place, even if she's currently cursing the fact she didn't snap Vordenburg's insufficient spine when he'd done as she needed him to. always ready to keep her options open, she understands too little about where she is yet to risk alienating everyone, and she dials the bitch down a little accordingly. at least for now. ]

I suffer a little illness, I think-- I wish my mamma might be here, that she would know quite what to do.