#clea x simon

[comickergirl]

Simon went to the Renoir school of Shoujo Sparkles.

[undiagnosedjestersyndrome]

⟡ I AM CRUEL, I AM GENTLE, I CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH ⟡

"Grief is no excuse. We’re all grieving." - Clea Dessendre

[orpheuslookedback1]

I love the underrated tragic romances of Expedition 33, and hope dearly we get an Expedition 0 dlc that expands on them.

Verso and Julie. How they love each other but betray the other regardless. Their relationship is ruined by the tragedy of the circumstances of the painted family finding out the truth. What they once had deteriorates beyond repair and ends in Julie’s death.

Simon and Clea. His desperation for her back after she’s kidnapped by real Clea is used against him. He fells an Axon, travels below the Monolith, frees Renoir, and none of it is enough to get her back. In fact it was all a game, a manipulation. He looses his mind after meeting Renoir, and still real Clea torments him into fighting his old friend, Verso.He is a pawn to the painters all because he loved a woman.

Clea’s affection for Simon is contorted into something to punish him with, to make him into something else entirely for the fun of it, till the man she loved is utterly gone. There’s nothing she can do about it. Their love and loyalty is a weapon wielded to give them both a fate worse than death.

Both relationships are hopeless.

There’s Verso’s young belief that Aline will one day bring Julie back, and the day he realizes he doesn’t believe in that anymore, and that she’s really gone. Simon and Clea are forever apart but met the same fate regardless. Both of their minds are taken from them, and even when they are defeated and freed from the trance, they are still separated and die without the other.

[butterflysist3r]

Little Simon x Clea piece

I like the idea of both Painted!Clea and Simon being freed and finding each other.

He’s her gentle giant now.

[artingdreamers]

A promise unfulfilled

So originally this was going to be a Paintress/Curator piece, but then I remembered the tragedy that is Clea and Simon and well... here we are, and without fighting the negative space that would've been their faces. This was done within 3 hours in csp. No timelapse as I forgot to turn it on (I've not drawn in a hot minute, forgive me).

[walrusface]

I’ve been on a Clea x Simon trip recently- but do you have any hc on their dynamic or meet in any of your aus. :3

In Pallor, there were a lot of references to vampire!Clea’s history with Simon as one of the first tributes from Lumiere. Here’s their first meeting.

Clea keeps her head raised as Lumiere’s tributes line up in the opulence of the Manor’s Grand Hall for their inspection - they might call it an introduction, but nobody’s fooled.

It’s ridiculous. A pantomime. It’s nothing but a pretence at civility with Lumiere - but if her father is truly convinced that this will keep them all safe and fed, Clea can play along. She can act as if the painted warping of her body and mind is just one more inconvenience to adapt to; she can pretend that she’s still herself, deep underneath these painted fangs and the artistic stilling of her breath.

One year ago, she had been like any other woman walking through their city; she’d been ordinary.

And what is she now?

The answer is blocked by the deep bow of one of the Tributes as he’s presented.

His long hair has been tamed and tied at the base of his neck, only a few strands slipping free; his strong jaw clenches as he acknowledges her; and his eyes - god those eyes - don’t look away, even as he bows. Her eyes are draw to his neck, inescapably, framed as it is by the crisp white of his shirt collar.

She can hear his heart beating. Steady. Calm.

He’s not afraid of her. Not like the others.

“It’s an honour to be here,” Simon promises, still deep within his bow. On instinct, she reaches out to offer him her hand - and, in the background, she can hear Verso’s petty snort of amusement in response. It doesn’t matter. She can be impulsive for once when it results in the softest grasp of Simon’s hand around her palm, and the gentle kiss he leaves on the back of her hand. His lips linger.

His eyes don’t leave hers. Not once. It’s only then that she becomes aware of it - her own eyes blown-black with hunger, her own lack of self-restraint painted in a dark abyss.

Still, Simon doesn’t flinch.

“It’s an honour to have you,” she responds.

She means every word.

She hates it.

Their hands don’t part, and Simon doesn’t rise from his bow, but she feels it. Resonance. Their chroma interlinks, overlaps; her paint and his thrum at exactly the right frequency.

They fit.

Her mouth waters at the thought. Her fangs, sharp in her mouth, only hunger for the proof of it.

When her father interrupts, a firm clearing of his throat, they spring apart, but it’s already too late - even as she breaks the link of their gaze, she feels it. She feels Simon flowing through her veins as surely as her own dead blood.

And, once she tastes him, she’s not sure how she’ll ever be able to stop.

[versocidal]

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[mango-and-isekai]

Fic recommendations needed

Anyone got anything about Clea and Simon? Pre-Fracture, Post-Abyss, I'll take anything. Preferably fluff but I'll take whatever is given <3

I'm scouting ao3 myself but I felt I can ask here too!