“But Lestat, he deceived it. Did you see how he smacked my hand..”
Lestat’s all #WELP #What’s done is done #she’s sorry #lookit those puppy eyes #I’ll just finish up her lesson #that dude was overpriced #and #I know this shit better than anyone anyway
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“I feel like there needs to be more recognition for claudiaindarkness. I am not exactly in the VC fandom, but I have read IWTV, and Claudia Mun is SO in character, it is incredible. She can play sweet little Claudia, so conniving and cold, then switch to the beautiful and deadly Adult Claudia without making her muse out of character. Flawless headcanons, too. I love rping with her.”
//It is honestly very difficult for me to put in a word about the topic because I’m very bias, with Claudia being in my head and all. Everything tells me that if Claudia was in her adult form Louis would accept her as a lover. Though your points are very valid.
Yes, Claudia is more of a monster then Louis is comfortable with.
Yes, Louis has always seen Claudia as a daughter that its difficult to see her as anything but.
The fact is that Louis would do anything for her even if she’s a monster but he knew that even with a child’s body. Louis could never be so naive to not see that and if he didn’t he saw it when he read the evidence from Claudia’s diary. That didn’t stop him from loving her and wanting to see her again.
I’m not saying we would be alright with the relationship at first. Upon seeing her in such a form would stir many feeling in both of them but he wouldn’t be able to turn her away. Claudia sees it as something he could grow into.
Naturally they would become companions once more and in this form he wouldn’t be able to help looking at her a bit differently. Everyone’s problem is that they know Claudia is more then an adult but in a child’s form they ignore that fact and care on with things as they wish. In a adults body they would be force to see her as she is.
Louis would still love her, he couldn’t not.
He might have been in a relationship with Lestat at the time of her being around but we all know that his relationship with Claudia was more important due to him letting Claudia kill Lestat. Plus when Lestat went after them later on Louis once again aided in helping destroy Lestat and defended Claudia.
Write down your top 10 TV shows and then tag 10 friends to do the same.
I was tagged by the lovely deadlyfixations (optional: add reasons!)
American Horror Story – I am only getting into this show this season and am intrigued.
The Walking Dead – Bc I love angst. And women samurai.
X-Files – this was one of the first shows I watched religiously, and if there is an episode on, I have a compulsion to watch it nostalgically, also, Fox Mulder = adorable in appearance AND character. HE WANTED TO BELIEVE. SO MUCH.
South Park – the earlier seasons were funnier but I still watch for the occasional gem. I do love Cartman. Egotistical bastards do something for me, y’know? Hmmmm….
Robot Chicken – Are the voices funnier or the animation? CANNOT CHOOSE.
Squidbillies – Such a cool style for the character designs and world-building, great voice acting, essentially a show about nothing, but something always seems to happen.
Metalocalypse – because it reminds me of general hardcore industrial goth metal and lampoons the celebrities/rockstars behind the machine.
Teen Titans – this is a guilty pleasure and I am ashamed that I like it.
Pawn Stars – because I like to learn about old stuff. Also I like Chum Lee.
Ren & Stimpy – this was way ahead of its time and I still can’t believe it was allowed on Nickelodeon bc it was GROSS. And AMAZING. Pushed such boundaries of artistic tastefulness.
Bonus: Pop-Up Video – I loved this, this was where I got all my trivia about bands and music back in the day.
…. hmmmm… Look at all that animation I am a classy adult.
Her touch was light but sent a calming ripple through him, and he nuzzled his cold cheek to hers in gratitude. In their earliest days together, Claudia had often boldly played with handfuls of his hair as she rode in his arms, or when they reclined together on a divan at home, discussing the evening plans. On this night Lestat needed her reassuring touch more than ever. Their argument just a few hours prior had been scathing, the two at odds over her decision to end her flute lessons.
Louis had not had been home to voice his opinion, but Lestat knew well enough what it would have been. Lestat had surrendered. He could no longer ignore the glint of her hungry eyes when he and Louis deposited her at these lessons, the manner in which they waved goodbye to her, inching closer together before the door closed, she knew these lessons were in fact a carefully plotted arranged absence. So that they could be alone together. So that they could have one another in a way that she could not.
“Mon ange,” he began, unable to say what needed to be said, “it’s our similarities that cause these fights, but also…” and he placed a kiss delicately on her lips, “what bring us together again.” He looked away, navigating the dark streets. They were almost at their destination.
Claudia lifted her head as she heard Lestat’s request but she didn’t like it very much. The glared down at the woman after she had pushed in to a chair only to cause her to topple over with the momentum. The scarf around the human’s neck kept her from her goal and of course that wouldn’t do. She loved to her them scream with fear, it reminded her why she liked to hunt so much, that and the blood. This woman deserved to make every scream that she made because of her actions. Just the thought caused Claudia to pull back her arm and slap her firm across the face. Leaving the woman stunned from the pain, a red and print left on her cheek as well as a cut. The smell practically made Claudia swoon but she knew better then that.
She quickly gripped the woman firmly and reluctantly dragged her across the floor to where Lestat requested. Of course she rushed to her husband once free which brought Claudia to Lestat’s side. She watched at the blood slipped down to woman’s cheek from her slap and couldn’t help but let another growl slip from her lips as her eye never left her. Once her gaze shifted to the man she could only feel herself fill with more anger. She knew what this man had done to those children just by pulling it from his mind. She didn’t think much of humans put for one to do such a thing to there own kind let alone a child was unforgivable. And of course the woman was no better.
At the sound of Lestat’s voice suddenly she glanced to him for a slit second before looking back to their prey.
“Non!” She said suddenly as she stepped from Lestat and toward the humans. “I don’t believe you deserve to say fair well to each other. Just this closeness you have now is enough.” She practically growled as she rushed forward and grabbed the drunken man before throwing him to the side and away from his wife. She didn’t care to look where she threw him so of course the sound of furniture breaking followed along with the sound of the woman’s crys of worry.
She turned back to the woman and pointed a finger at her. “Now now.” She began as a wicked smirk settled on her lips. “I haven’t even began to make you scream woman.” She reached forward quickly which cause the woman’s hands to go up in defense but that didn’t stop Claudia. She grabbed the woman by the back of her hair and pulled her forward away from the wall. “I’m going to make you feel exactly how you made those kid feel. Defenseless, weak, terrified, small…” She rambled as she stared into the eyes of the weeping begging woman. “How does it feel to be destroyed by the face of something you destroyed?”
The moment that Claudia showed her true preternatural strength with the evening’s victim was a moment Lestat always savored, his heart swelling with pride. Claudia’s control of the quivering beast of a woman proved to these despicable mortals that they were in fact at the end of their miserable lives. Amidst this dawning realization, Lestat also sensed from both of them that they wouldn’t leave this world without a fight. Delicious…
The scent of blood in the air was undeniably arousing, stirring his own need. The night was late, it had taken longer than expected to travel this distance, and the thirst pricked at him like deft fingers plucking at the strings of a violin. He gripped the arm of his chair, hard enough to splinter the wood, as Claudia stepped forward, spoke out. The tension in the air, combined with that slick red shine mere feet away, just under blazingly hateful eyes, proved too much for Claudia and she again attacked, quite without permission. Lestat had wanted to toy with these victims, but no matter, it was just as much amusement to watch Infant Death carry out the act in front of him.
Lestat also leaped forward, wrestling the husband flat on his back, from where he had been tossed some distance away by the strong little fledgling. The cursing from wet lips, spittle decorating the lapels of Lestat’s coat, rapidly became begging and pleading for his own life.
“Oh, just you? We should spare you and not Madame? Oh I couldn’t have guessed that you would, or could, be more vile than we already knew of you! What makes someone as horrible as you? Ah, don’t answer… I’ll find out myself…” and with that, he roughly tore away the fabric and sank his fangs into soft flesh.
Claudia’s voice in the room, threatening the woman, provided a perfect musical accompaniment to his meal. How lovely to have the very words he would have said, spoken aloud by the purest voice: “I haven’t even began to make you scream woman… I’m going to make you feel exactly how you made those kid feel. Defenseless, weak, terrified, small…How does it feel to be destroyed by the face of something you destroyed?” Was hunting alone ever as thrilling as this? He considered Paris… not merely the name of a place anymore but of a time period fraught with pain and pleasure… Gabrielle had found this type of drawn-out performance to be distasteful. She was certainly missing out.
Images from his victim began to pour into focus, weaving a story of a wasted life, petty annoyances, brutal crimes, combined with the drenching satisfaction of the blood itself, with the enveloping rush of the liquor adding a peculiar and familiar weight to Lestat’s fingertips as he massaged the flesh beneath him. This was a preferred position, straddling the man on the floor, with the victim propped against a peeling wall. So preoccupied with own thoughts and feeding, he only now caught the image of a blade appearing in the woman’s hand from the sparks of decision in her mind.
He broke free from his victim, mouth dripping thick crimson, and saw the flash of the dagger the woman was now using to try to stab herself free of his beautiful child! The liquor had slowed his movements, and Lestat shouted for Claudia, scrambled to reach her side, as Claudia cried out in pain.
Her touch was light but sent a calming ripple through him, and he nuzzled his cold cheek to hers in gratitude. In their earliest days together, Claudia had often boldly played with handfuls of his hair as she rode in his arms, or when they reclined together on a divan at home, discussing the evening plans. On this night Lestat needed her reassuring touch more than ever. Their argument just a few hours prior had been scathing, the two at odds over her decision to end her flute lessons.
Louis had not had been home to voice his opinion, but Lestat knew well enough what it would have been. Lestat had surrendered. He could no longer ignore the glint of her hungry eyes when he and Louis deposited her at these lessons, the manner in which they waved goodbye to her, inching closer together before the door closed, she knew these lessons were in fact a carefully plotted arranged absence. So that they could be alone together. So that they could have one another in a way that she could not.
“Mon ange,” he began, unable to say what needed to be said, “it’s our similarities that cause these fights, but also…” and he placed a kiss delicately on her lips, “what bring us together again.” He looked away, navigating the dark streets. They were almost at their destination.
She hated their fights because when they fought it was never just a simple argument. They were to stubborn and each of them always thought that they were right, wouldn’t settle for nothing more. She wasn’t ignorant, she knew what happen when she wasn’t looking or wasn’t around. She refused to think about it.
She loved her sires and wouldn’t ask for any other but at times she hated it all. She wasn’t a child and refused to be treated as such. But that wasn’t the point of this night.
He’s words were nothing but fact and she knew them to be true for she had thought the same thing several times before. They feel of his lips against her’s softened her expression as she clung to his hand. He was the only man she could hate one moment and love the next. There relationship was a roller coaster and she refused to get off just yet.
She looked to where they were going as she shifted to walk closer beside him. “Yes….what brings us together ma cher…” With him it was hard to tell where they were going. He never said so she was left in curiosity. All she could do was hope it was a nice place thought wouldn’t start another argument.
Lestat saw the distant look in her eye, chilling. It was jarring still to see the changes in her, expressions that a child would never feel, fleeting across her face as clouds covering the clear night sky. He swept her up into his arms. Easily holding the bundle of fabric and small body, he mused that most of the mass of pastel taffeta, ribbons, and velour cape was greater than Claudia herself.
He rapped on the peeling door of the shabby shotgun house and when it opened, the light of a grimy fireplace and cheap oil lamps spilled out onto the pair. A greasy older woman, pawing at her clothes, did not even deign to say Good Evening, but merely stood menacingly in the doorframe. This hag was a child trafficker Lestat had been tracking, and she eyed Claudia up, quickly appraising the child’s worth.
“Madame, my daughter and I saw you with some children a few nights ago, and we believe that they do not belong to you… ” Lestat said, pushing his way into the stuffy dwelling.
Claudia’s arms slipped around Lestat naturally as they always did when he picked her up. You’d think that the little woman would like such jesters of treating her like a child but in fact she liked being carried. It allowed her to be close to the other, resting against as she clung close. She leaned against Lestat’s body as she smiled at him. One of her hands naturally moving to slip through his hair.
The moment she layed eye on the woman at the other side of the door she knew exactly what was going on. They way the woman looked at Claudia and the thought she could pull from the human’s mind angered her. Her grip tightened on Lestat as her gaze narrowed and a low growl sounded from her closed lips.
She pushed from Lestat as he entered the home and practically jumped from his arms onto the ground.
Ah, one brief embrace from his little angel was all he needed to steel himself for the night’s performance. Evildoers do taste better, but this breed are hardly worthy of our sophisticated palate, he thought with a frown. However, he couldn’t help but smile broadly with pride as Claudia leapt away from him, cat-like, and moved towards the woman with balletic grace. Shutting the front door behind him, Lestat made his way to the man of the house, just now waking from his boozey rest by the fire.
“Claudia, cherie, please bring Madame over to her husband, for a last goodnight kiss.” Lestat called to her. Claudia had already pushed the coarse hag backwards into a chair in the kitchen with plenty of kitchenware knocked over in the struggle, and was in the process of tearing away a filthy scarf with a strength that drove her victim into the most pathetic squealing, cursing, and flailing of limbs.
Smiling sweetly, Claudia drew back an arm and delivered a stinging slap to her victim’s flabby face, stunning her mid-scream, and dropped back down to the floor. Marching into the parlor, Claudia dragged a rather recalcitrant adult behind her, a small hand forming an iron grip on two large fingers of a clammy hand. The woman could tell that attempting to free herself would cost those very fingers.
Lestat motioned for the woman to sit beside her husband and he took a seat across from the pair. Claudia stood beside him, barely restrained from her desire. The man rubbed his eyes vigorously, hairy knuckles rolling against unruly eyebrows, and glared at the the finer pair, their cleanliness glowing like gems in the dim light.
Assuming a relaxed posture, Lestat advised his dinner: “Now would be the time for a last drink, or a goodbye to your better half, Madame. I’m afraid that your uppance has come.”
Her touch was light but sent a calming ripple through him, and he nuzzled his cold cheek to hers in gratitude. In their earliest days together, Claudia had often boldly played with handfuls of his hair as she rode in his arms, or when they reclined together on a divan at home, discussing the evening plans. On this night Lestat needed her reassuring touch more than ever. Their argument just a few hours prior had been scathing, the two at odds over her decision to end her flute lessons.
Louis had not had been home to voice his opinion, but Lestat knew well enough what it would have been. Lestat had surrendered. He could no longer ignore the glint of her hungry eyes when he and Louis deposited her at these lessons, the manner in which they waved goodbye to her, inching closer together before the door closed, she knew these lessons were in fact a carefully plotted arranged absence. So that they could be alone together. So that they could have one another in a way that she could not.
“Mon ange,” he began, unable to say what needed to be said, “it’s our similarities that cause these fights, but also…” and he placed a kiss delicately on her lips, “what bring us together again.” He looked away, navigating the dark streets. They were almost at their destination.
She hated their fights because when they fought it was never just a simple argument. They were to stubborn and each of them always thought that they were right, wouldn’t settle for nothing more. She wasn’t ignorant, she knew what happen when she wasn’t looking or wasn’t around. She refused to think about it.
She loved her sires and wouldn’t ask for any other but at times she hated it all. She wasn’t a child and refused to be treated as such. But that wasn’t the point of this night.
He’s words were nothing but fact and she knew them to be true for she had thought the same thing several times before. They feel of his lips against her’s softened her expression as she clung to his hand. He was the only man she could hate one moment and love the next. There relationship was a roller coaster and she refused to get off just yet.
She looked to where they were going as she shifted to walk closer beside him. “Yes….what brings us together ma cher…” With him it was hard to tell where they were going. He never said so she was left in curiosity. All she could do was hope it was a nice place thought wouldn’t start another argument.
Lestat saw the distant look in her eye, chilling. It was jarring still to see the changes in her, expressions that a child would never feel, fleeting across her face as clouds covering the clear night sky. He swept her up into his arms. Easily holding the bundle of fabric and small body, he mused that most of the mass of pastel taffeta, ribbons, and velour cape was greater than Claudia herself.
He rapped on the peeling door of the shabby shotgun house and when it opened, the light of a grimy fireplace and cheap oil lamps spilled out onto the pair. A greasy older woman, pawing at her clothes, did not even deign to say Good Evening, but merely stood menacingly in the doorframe. This hag was a child trafficker Lestat had been tracking, and she eyed Claudia up, quickly appraising the child’s worth.
“Madame, my daughter and I saw you with some children a few nights ago, and we believe that they do not belong to you… ” Lestat said, pushing his way into the stuffy dwelling.
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