#claudiaslights

[sangcreole-archived]

To Sir With Love || Closed Starter

@claudiaslights

"And so, as Camus suggests in this piece, if we are all Sisyphus, rolling our boulders up the endless mountain of life, our task becomes meaningless. Search for value or construct becomes impossible and absurd. As you can tell, he takes a very deconstructionist outlook on things, but it is thought provoking nonetheless.”

Louis paced the stride of the classroom with his hands casually behind his back, looking out at the sea of young students with stoic, bored faces. His lectures weren’t the most vitalizing performances, but he knew they would at least soak up a portion the things he spoke of. 

“That’s it for tonight. Remember, essays are due next week. I expect you all to synthesize all the different theories from this unit. Have a good rest of your evening.”

He picked up an eraser and began to erase the green chalkboard covering the wall behind him, creating a cloud of dust as the students filed out of the room. Taking a deep breath, Louis began collecting his materials. He was hungry, which was usual for him. He always made a point to feed before class; the florescent lighting made him look horrid if he didn’t have any blood in him. But tonight the sun had set rather late, leaving him with little time to find a meal before class began. 

He was considering his options for finding another victim when he realized he was being watched, and promptly looked up to find a student still hovering in the doorway. He was one of the more “troublesome” students in class, and Louis had to hold back a sigh as soon as he saw that head of messy blond hair.

“Oh, I apologize, did you have a question?” He asked as he continued packing all his belongings.

[eternalandrei]

queenofthesavagegarden replied to your post “I just met Freddie Fox and oh my fuck he is so cute”

OH MY GOD!! Lucky!!!

claudiaslights replied to your post “I just met Freddie Fox and oh my fuck he is so cute”

NICE

he recited sonnet 116 and took the time to remind us that it is gay af. my kind of guy

[darknessmolten]

claudiaslights replied to your chat: Eleni: Why should someone want to harm...

“Um, ouch?” - L

If your ego was smaller, maybe it’d be harder to hurt.

[thedemonbakeroffleetstreet]

“Lestat.”

Mrs.Lovett lay on the floor, barely able to whisper the words through her bloodied lips. 

Her and Mr.Todd had had another row. Well, she wouldn’t call it a row, exactly. He found out she had lied about Lucy and beat the shit out of her. She deserved it, she told herself at first. She had lied to keep Sweeney all to herself; she was a bad person.

She was used to Sweeney yelling at her. Hell, she was even used to Sweeney hitting her. But to see his face, to look into his eyes as he hit her again and again and again- it was too much. She couldn’t remember exactly what happened; all she knew was that he came downstairs screaming, and before she had a chance to defend herself, his fist had connected with her face. After that, she was thrown over the counter, and his hand was over her mouth as she let out the loudest scream from the edge of the countertop jabbing into her side. Surely something was broken. 

He hated her. That much she knew. There was no chance of being with him now.

And so, her friend, the Vampire Lestat, was her only hope now. He had told her, once upon a time, to call on him whenever she needed him. Sometimes, she took advantage of his preternatural abilities and called him when she got bored, or needed his help dismembering bodies. But this was the first time that she truly needed his help, and she hoped to God that he sensed the urgency of her call.

She didn’t know how long she’d been on the floor for, but as she inhaled wheezy breaths, the only thing she could think was “Lestat, Lestat, Lestat.”

[a-misunderstanding-my-love]

MIRANDA

MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice?

My, my. Someone’s got pretty big balls this evening, doesn’t he?

[nicolasdelioncourt]

claudiaslights replied to your post: me: im not gonna spoil myself for the later books...

I’m the same, I’m only on body thief and yet… i keep looking. What got spoiled?

im on qotd lmao... and it was stuff about Amel??? i know next to nothing about him yet

[sangcreole-archived]

As Long as You Both Shall Live || Closed Starter

@claudiaslights

“So help me, Lestat, I will tear this room apart if you do not tell me where you put those blueprints!” Louis roared as he stomped into the study across the hall and began rummaging through the thousands of beige files and assorted folders on the desk.

They had been at each other’s necks for weeks; with Lestat working on renovating the old Absinthe House, and Louis building his dream countryside home on the ruins of Pointe du Lac, they were both incredibly grumpy and busy all the time. They didn’t get to see each other often, and though Louis did miss spending time with his beloved, Lestat had been so annoying lately. He had become arrogant since he was the owner of such a prestigious restaurant, and began flirting even more, and bringing girls home, which drove him insane. There was never a quiet moment in their flat anymore, and it was exhausting. Whenever he needed to work, Lestat would blast his music or decide to re-orient the furniture of the entire house, and whenever Lestat needed to concentrate, Louis would take calls in the living room, just to spite him It was petty, but Louis continued to tell himself that once their projects were finished, things would return to normal. 

For now though, he gripped the edge of the wooden desk at which Lestat was sitting, threatening to flip it over if he did not find the final blueprints for his guest room. 

[eveofsin-blog]

claudiaslights:

So intent had Claudia been on watching the woman undress for sleep she hadn’t noticed the bedroom with the small child inside. She started when she saw the golden curls and big eyes staring at her. ‘My mirror image’ she thought to herself.

“No, I was looking for you.” she said quietly with a smile. She stepped into the girls room, her silk shoes making barely any noise on the wooden floor.

“My, don’t we look alike!” she said as she approached the bed, her hands settling on the quilts about the girl. “What’s your name? I’m Claudia.”.

She was entranced by the girl, so alive and so young.  

If Estella had been a lonely child, the sight of a strange girl in  her nursery in such dark hours may have startled her. It may  have quite rightly dawned on her to call for her parents and seek  protection from this mysterious peculiarity. However, lying in a bed  alongside the sleeping figures of her sisters and the baby in it’s  cot. The little blonde was hardly one to be frightened by the appearance  of another little girl in the nursery, especially not one as pretty as this.   “Estella.” She whispered, sapphire hues darting nervously towards the  open door for fear of her governess overhearing.  Little head tilted slightly as doe eyes fell back onto Claudia for inspection.  The child quietly marvelling just how much the newcomer looked like one  of her dolls. Her dress, her hair, everything about her seemed so perfect.  “You look like a princess.”