Multi-Pup: Sheila Eostre, David Talbot, Amadeo Mayhew

[sheila_nagig]

Sheila comes in through the front door - she's not changed much since last time. Far too busy with clients and redecorating her apartment to bother dyeing her hair or getting it styled or anything. She just looks... same as last time. If a little smilier

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[captive_childe]

She is not too far from Amadeo.

No cuddles for him from her.

But she watches him, hatred seething in her eyes.

[angelus_amadeo]

He's glaring down into his Bloody Mary so that he won't glare at her.

[captive_childe]

She slow approaches, quiet, intent.

[angelus_amadeo]

"Don't."

His eyes flick to her.

"Just don't, Claudia; I have nothing to say."

[captive_childe]

She stops, tilting her head.

"Of course you don't," she says matter-of-factly. "You never had much to say. Not out loud, did you?"

[angelus_amadeo]

He takes a sip from his glass. It's more vodka than blood, and he makes a face.

"Like it would have made a difference? You'd have hated me no matter."

[captive_childe]

She hops onto the barstool next to him, arranging her jewel-toned skirts.

"Why would you think that?" she asks, staring at him intently. "I gave him to you."

[angelus_amadeo]

He Looks at her.

"How generous of you," he says, his lip curling over his teeth. "To think that he would not have come anyway."

[captive_childe]

She gives him a slow smile.

"He didn't go, did he? No, you had to come and rip us apart. Even free, he could not leave me. Don't delude yourself into believing he would have ever left me. I was his daughter."

[angelus_amadeo]

"And he loved me more," he growls at her.

[captive_childe]

Her laugh is easy, tinkling like falling glass.

"You would think that." Claudia plays with a lock of her hair. "But it's all right. David is far better company than Louis was."

She adores David, and it's obvious in her tone.

[angelus_amadeo]

"He doesn't whine half as much," he says, almost unaware he's done so. "And he really did love me."

Longing.

Quietly.

[captive_childe]

"Love. So preoccupied by it."

It is probably a side by-product of what Lestat made when he created her that 'love' is not something she truly understand or can feel. Not in a true sense.

"And which do you say that about, I wonder. Louis... or David?"

She does miss Louis. She wouldn't deny that. He was all she had for a long time, even when she still resided with Lestat. When they played at all being happy. He was the constant, the open one, even if he was mopey.

[angelus_amadeo]

Without preamble, "David. Louis whined too much. David is just... David."

He loved Louis more, though. David knew it. Louis knew it.

"Not that you'd know about love."

[captive_childe]

"No, I wouldn't," she says, but there is nothing in her voice to say whether she minds this. "Lestat made certain of that, didn't he?"

She made a note to pay David a visit soon. She missed him terribly.

"But, I suppose what I felt for Louis was as close as I can come."

[angelus_amadeo]

"And it's still not enough."

He's just trying to be cruel, now. Even although he knows he shouldn't. He should be trying to make amends.