(¸.• ♛ → the words cut through the heavy air of the room like knives, she can feel the tension here. claudia did not flinch under the weight of louis’ gaze. Instead, she stood perfectly still, looking into his eyes.
"you speak of burning, Louis," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous, melodic whisper that echoed off the cold walls, "as if the fire ever stopped. maybe it stopped literally but not the feeling of it." she still can feel all of it, is impossible to forget what happened even if she tries to.
she watched him—truly watched him—taking in the rigid posture, the hands clenched at his sides, and the familiar, torturous guilt that he wore as naturally as a velvet cloak.
"alive enough," she repeated bitterly. "i was alive in paris when i begged you to leave lestat. i was alive when i screamed for you to look at what you allowed..." she felt almost how her eyes were a bit watery, she didn't want to drop any tear to be spilled.
a small sigh escaped from her lips, trying to keep her emotions in check. "nevermind about that now. i'm just going to tell you one thing, i'm angry and what i promised in that theater i will make it true. i'm going to finish armand and anyone else that was there to watch me and madelaine died so if you are still friend or whatever with him, i hope you don't stand in the way."