"Nyssia, Femme du Roi Candaule" marbre d'Alfred Adolphe Edouard Lepère (1858) et "Les Noces d’Admète" mosaïque romaine (IIe siècle après J.-C.) dans les Collections Permanentes du Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nîmes, août 2021.
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"Nyssia, Femme du Roi Candaule" marbre d'Alfred Adolphe Edouard Lepère (1858) et "Les Noces d’Admète" mosaïque romaine (IIe siècle après J.-C.) dans les Collections Permanentes du Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nîmes, août 2021.
@lepere : a starter for louis
claudia has dreamed of how she’d handle this moment since she reentered the world . different plans and strategies and scenarios have raced through her head as she tries to sleep , knowing that she will , one day , see him again -- she has to . learning that he had returned to lestat , their captor , their gaoler , had stung more than she had anticipated , but she’s allowed herself to feel it , to ache . but now , standing in front of him , any planning she had done flies away , replaced only with feeling , with the human pain known as emotion . every inch of her small body goes stiff , even as her muscles scream to run to him , to throw her arms around him , to claim him as her own once again . but . . . is he her own ? she once knew the answer to that question in less than a second , but now . . . now she doesn’t know . her mouth hesitatingly opens to speak , trembles , trembles -- and closes again , closes as blood tears tint her vision with red , obscuring her view of the only person she’s ever wanted to see . she’s lost in the moment , lost in her thoughts , lost in what to do -- but at least he’s there .
@lepere : ’m not leaving you .
those words from louis , so often a comfort to her , don’t hit home quite the same this time -- not when she knows them to be untrue . not because she accuses louis of lying to her -- no , she knows that he would never do such a thing . but because the things armand said to her , the things armand showed her within her own mind , had told her a very different story , one with a progression that will leave her stranded and alone . these thoughts bring panic to her cold , dark heart , reinvigorating it only to harm it . her fingers begin to shake by her sides , and she balls them into fists to hide that fact . “ you will , i know you will -- you’ll go to him , and i’ll be . . . i’ll be alone . ” her voice nearly breaks on her last word , and she curses herself for her weakness . her anger mounts , at the situation , at the world , at the existence she was forced into , and her next words are snapped . “ you will have a new companion , and you must make me mine . ”
@lepere : i was feeling fear . and . . . and guilt .
𝐴 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐸𝑋𝐻𝐴𝐿𝐸 , 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺 against father’s jacketed arm . “ you are eternally feeling guilty for one thing or another , louis , ” she admonishes gently , glassy eyes closing for a long second . “ it is endearing , of course . ” as everything louis does , has ever done , is . nothing louis has done , has ever done , could anger her -- how could it , when she loves him so dearly ? she had realized long ago that , if she couldn’t hate him for the greatest betrayal he had committed in his part of her creation , she could hate him for nothing . he could stab her through the heart and she would wrap her hand around his on the hilt , holding his hand one final time . “ it is not your fault , you know . ” a momentary pause , her chin pressing against his arm to be able to look up at his face . “ nothing to be guilty over , nothing to hold onto as you have , as you always do . ” a smile given , pointed teeth on full display , but with louis it is not a threat , never a threat -- a loving look , a reminder of what they are , what they will always be .
@lepere : i think it’s admirable , standing up against the big , mean world and laughing .
she makes a noncommittal noise , settling down into his coffin beside him . the ship rocks below them , a lulling motion , a second constant companion other than her father . “ it depends on your definition of world , i suppose , ” she muses , small fingers reaching out to wrap in louis’ hair . “ my world has never been big , louis , not until now . though it has certainly been mean . ” a coy smile spreads on her lips , thoughts on the way that she -- she ! -- had played a significant role in her own world opening , had been an agent of change -- the princess stabbing the dragon , with the knight nearby to set the body alight . “ will you do it with me , hm ? ” she turns onto her side , to be able to look into the deep green pools of louis’ sad eyes . “ will you laugh at the world by my side , every day , as we explore it together ? ”
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