Claudia @_ForeverAChild

{ @Precious_Guilt } < hedonist at his core, and any virtues that he had were based on that foundation. She was relieved that she was with Louis this night. Because Lestat would have already been out prowling. Or dismissive of her concern.]

{ @Precious_Guilt } < cared about his own hide more than hers. It worked well enough.] [All one had to do with Lestat was always know that Lestat loved himself most of all. That he served no master beyond his own desires and his own gratification. He was a >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < never place her in harms way if he had any thought that he would not be able to protect her. He was not Lestat. Though Lestat would manipulate a situation in order to find a way to keep them out of harms way. If selfishly because he >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < feel like getting out just yet.] Shall we tour the district first? Before venturing out into the streets? [Her question posed, she waited for Louis’ decision, she would not fear if he decided that they would be fine. She knew he would >

{ @Precious_Guilt } [Claudia tried to relax, but she did not venture far from his side none the less. Better to be safe than to end up wrong and in a disastrous situation. She nodded in response to Louis and glanced at the door to the cabriolet. She didn’t >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < normal as possible. She was a child cut from marble in a place where the sun shone more often than it didn't, and too much skin was never an option.] Are we taking a carriage, or are we walking, Louis?

{ @Precious_Guilt } < the day, as that was when they would plague her once more.] [Small hands smoothed over her green dress, the evening was a bit chill, and she would need a coat, though not to block the cold. The coat was merely to blend in, to appear as >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < knew that while they didn't physically change, that mentally they did tire of the same companionship. A small part of her worried what would happen should Louis have the same change of heart one day, but those thoughts were best left to >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < innate understanding of the other's movements and minds.] I would think that he would have left already, to be with the one he's grooming to replace us. [Her tone was no sad, not really, merely resigned. There was a part of her that >

{ @Precious_Guilt } [She nodded, and almost the same instant, he released his hold on her and she did the same. The movements were in response to one another, but to an outsider, they would seem almost psychically connected. They weren't, merely born of an >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < perhaps experience the evening? [When she spoke to Louis, there was always the curl of fondness to her words, almost a whispering, secretive. When she spoke to Lestat, her words could cut, and her tone was always sharp. Dangerous.]

{ @Precious_Guilt } < linking her hands on the other side.] I tire of him, Beloved, and decided that I could wait and venture out with you. I found that there's a public gallery that's in the Orleans' ballroom. The new addition to the Théâtre d'Orléans? We could go together, >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < languoring in melancholy, which was simply his way, but there were times the Claudia felt an echo of his pain. He was so dreadfully alone most of the time. When he questioned why she was not out, she wrapped her arms around him as best she could, barely >

{ @Precious_Guilt } [He held her close, and she would not have been anywhere else in the world in that moment. The love she felt for him was a world unto itself, and she could happily stay here forever, undisturbed. If only it would make him smile more. He spent so much time >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < again. [It wasn't a question, she also did not ask him for an explanation, however she would listen if he offered one. She merely continued to trace the edge of his brow, down across his cheekbone soothingly.]

{ @Precious_Guilt } < Beloved, the stars are out there, the tapestries are a poor substitute. [Claudia reached out traced the outer edge of his brow with small fingers, her brows drawing together in an expression that was years beyond her apparent age.] He has upset you >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < she was rarely sated for long, in her mind due to her small stature, her age when she was turned. However hungry she was, she was more concerned with Louis, seeing the cast to his eyes, the quite smile--which told her he had been frowning moments before.] >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < stopped most of the flickering shadows. Her pale cheeks lacked any real color at the moment as she looked at her dark angel. She had not fed and was not as able to maintain the flush of life as her two companions. She didn't hold warmth the way they did, >

{ @Precious_Guilt } [She walked into the room and her large eyes flicked around the room and she laughed lightly, a small ringing bell as she ventured further into the room, coming up beside Louis and turning the lamp higher to bring a more steady flame to the room, which >

{ @Precious_Guilt } < her way on satin slippered feet through the house to find Louis.] Louis? [She called, winding through the rooms on the upper floor of the New Orleans home the three of them shared.]