@polarean Louis said : 'Feeling at home?' to Claudia
BORN ANEW GIRL LAUGHS as loud as a summer storm rolling in across the bayou. The sound of it leaves the room dedicated to her and her alone soaked in pure joy as it echoes between its walls ( her laughter too has no other place to go. It, too, is fucking trapped here ! ) For a moment she forgets when the back of her head hits the pillow ; when curls splay out like a halo that the devil does not gets to wear. After spending so long in the war-torn east, a rat-infested hole in the wall in Paris is an improvement.
They don't have coffins yet. One of them will rip up the floorboards and Louis will drain the critters living underneath soon enough, but it beats the makeshift graves dug with their own hands in the forests. It beats that which they left behind in New Orleans by a mile. For now, they can pretend ; THEY CAN PRETEND AT PLAYING NICE and belonging to the daylight. ❝ 's almost perfect. ❞ She says between giggles. She means it. Even when there is no coffin, no other vampires, no body that changes to reflect the change of the mind. Not perfect, but almost.
Her hand which hangs limp from the side of the bed as her eyes are still fixated on the ceiling above flexes its fingers, calls him to her silently. ❝ Thank you. ❞
