claireedarby:
@claycott
Claire hadn’t been…avoiding Clay since their reunion, she had just been in need of some space to process the fact that he was still alive. It had been rough. Learning to live without him had been a process and then, suddenly, there he was. Alive and unaware of everything she had gone through over six months of not knowing. And though the woman thought it best to avoid her issues altogether, she knew that she couldn’t avoid Clay. More than that, she knew that she didn’t want to avoid him. At the end of the day, he was her’s and she was his. So when she spotted him at the party, she approached with a smile.
“Hey.” she greeted, reaching for his arm. “We should have decided on matching costumes.” Claire tried to tease, trying to gently work her way back into his life and he in hers.
While Clay typically enjoyed Halloween very much, he wasn’t finding this year to be particularly thrilling. Perhaps this was in part due to the high caliber of the event and the sophistication of the guests- not many women in barely there costumes. Likely the bigger reason for the man’s sour mood was the radio silence from the woman he most wanted to see, sexy costume or not.
He was looking out at the disguised crowd when he spotted her, thankfully making her way to him. “A little smattering of blood on your neck and I think we’ll look the part.” He jibbed back, exposing the fake fangs that realistically hid his own canines. He was never into wearing elaborate costumes and he made no exception for the frightfully fancy party. He’d pulled out a black leather jacket from the back of his closet, put on his nicest jeans, fangs he was planning to take out the moment they became an inconvenience, and a drip of blood stained one corner of his mouth. It was lazy, but far different from the gym clothes most people here had only ever seen him in.












