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[deathmerciful]

Who: Louis and Claudia
When: After this post thus, backdated.
Where: Claudia's room
Warning: Possible cute cuddles and gooey talk.

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[killyourownkind]

Claudia was sitting on her bed, between tears and her own exhaustion, and staring down at her open journal when Louis came into the room. She could sense him well before he reached the door, but initially had been too afraid to look up. She had not even begun to accept knowing she might never see him again, so it was not a matter of disbelieving.

The blood dazed her, however, and after a bare pregnant moment she finally looked at him, tried to see his magnificence the way she used to, not clouded by her most recent meal, that made her think that perhaps she might be dreaming. She resolved that if she were, and he disappeared when she needed to feed again, then she would have to thank the Doctor for the lovely vision -- and she would stop at nothing to have it again.

"Louis?"

[deathmerciful]

He felt his soul tremble standing in the doorway, he might have had to reach for the frame if his knees gave way at the sight of her. His angel. His beautiful doll. For so many years he had been without her, split in half the night she was taken away by the monsters at the theatre and becoming the a version of himself he did not wholly recognize.

"Claudia." He whispered in an aching sound heavy with regret and longing. The mere vision of her countenance causing the blood tears to well in his eyes. He somehow found the strength to move forward, his arms cradling around her small frame like he had done so for so many years.

[killyourownkind]

She climbed into his arms. In desperation it was a graceless, less than vampire act on her part. Still caught in the suspicion of dreaming she expected to feel nothing at all when she came in contact with him, that her fingers would pass through smoke and dissipate his form. But touching him broke the hold the Doctor's blood had taken over her, she touched folds of clothing, detecting each thread weaved in the fabric with her small but sensitive fingers. She touched skin, cool and pale and perfect as her own. She pushed her fingers through his curtains of hair, buried herself in his embrace and his scent, and whether it was a lie or not, she now believed it wholeheartedly.

Claudia began to weep.

[deathmerciful]

Louis buried his cheek into the curls of her hair. She smelt not of the ash and cinders that had plagued his memory for decades, but of that safe familiar scent of that he had missed. He would never shut his eyes again should he blink and her be gone again. Her little weeps crushed his heart and he held her even closer, never caring that she stain his clothes.

They embrace for what seemed like hours but could have only been a matter of minutes. His voice was choked with emotion, hushed yet intense, "I- I have been so lost, ma chere."