Show Me How You Burlesque | Claudia et Toulouse

coeurdedanses:

He couldn’t help but to grin at how helpful she was already, he nodded at that. “Then I’ll do so.” He grabbed a few more garments to try on. A mix of bustiers and corsets before he was satisfied with what he had in his hand. “Ah— Claudia, you may just be the saint I needed whilst in here.” He joked as he held the garments in one arm and linked Claudia’s arm with his other one, ready to move over to the fitting rooms.

Let Us Dance This Evening

theoriginalbloodcountess:

Slowly, The Countess made her way onto the dance floor, her eyes flickering over the undulating bodies. Tonight, she could smell the scent of arousal, sweat, and even the hint of urine for the humans who were too inebriated or under a vice to notice their bodies need for release.

She pushed against the group and let her eyes move about to see what tonight would offer. A human to dine? A partner to dance and later take their life? The Countess raised her hands towards the sky and she started to sway to the musical beats. Now, all she awaited was for her daughter, Claudia, to arrive after a letter was sent, a few dresses and heels of her choosing to wear for this evening.

An evening of dance and bloodshed.

A letter had arrived earlier on in the evening with a large selection of beautifully designed dresses and shoes that Claudia nearly became overwhelmed. The letter had been written by her mother, inviting her to join the festivities of what would surely become a night of bloodshed for the both of them and a delightful one at that. Hastily, Claudia leaped from her seat and began rummaging through the array of outfits before finally choosing a dress that seemed to suite her mood just perfectly; an almost pale lime green of a dress which flowed at the hem but remained tightly fitted against her upper torso and tied around her neck. It was well enough to expose a bit of cleavage but loose enough to move in comfortably. With that, a simple pair of white heels seemed to match perfectly. 

Claudia arrived at the nightclub less than an hour later and made her way inside where the music overpowered any other sound that could possibly be made within the confines of such a large location. The smell was grotesque in a way and not at all to her liking, however, she made due. Perhaps she was overdressed for the occasion? It would have seemed so anyway. However, once she caught sight of the Countess, nothing else mattered. 

Casting humans aside, no matter how brave their hands seemed to be when attempting to grab hold of her, Claudia placed a firm hand on the Countess’ waist before coming to stand directly in front of her. “Bonjour ma mere, et merci beaucoup.” She stated, taking a step back so that her mother could admire her in the dress. “Such an interesting place you’ve chosen.” 

Show Me How You Burlesque | Claudia et Toulouse

coeurdedanses:

Holding either in his hand as he examined them with intent, he was ready to put them both back for the moment until he heard a familiar voice chime in his ear, a look to his right and he saw the face to match it. “Ah — Claudia, mon amie!” He was quiet in his exclaim so he wouldn’t disturb the other patrons of the boutique, quickly kissing either of her cheeks before pulling away. “How are you chere? I hadn’t expected to see you here and o-oooh… look at you.~” He stepped back a small pace, brown eyes looking at her from head to toe. Admiring the way the garment accentuated each and every curve on her body, wishing his own female form cold hold things in such a way. Though he thought she looked the most exquisite to say that least.

“You look darling. Extremely sexy if I may say so myself.” He smiled then, remembering what she had said in response to his dilemma with the garments in his hand. “Ah, oui? Well they look as if they’d fit the same so I suppose the only thing to do is try them both on and find out.”

ooc; We needs a thread and I will write it.

//Haha, alright. 

{o o c}

I think the only person I owe is Toulouse, correct? Please let me know if I owe you a reply, I could have very well missed it. But as of right now I only have the one reply saved in my drafts. 

Continued from Skype: Eric et Claudia

lamia—regium:

Eric had continued scenting her. Nose brushing along her hairline, the elder vampire had a bit of a possessive hold on her. Hand splayed along her lower back, and the other at her neck, thumb curving up the apple of her cheek before pulling away at her words. “What is it?” He asked, bringing his lips to graze the helix of her ear, Eric inhaled the her a growl resonating within him before he looked back down at her. “Never what—?” Now this made him curious.

(Source: thevampire-claudia)

lamia—regium:

Lestat, for whatever the reason, had the inkling to just tease his daughter. The fiend acting on impulse more than anything. Doll in his hand behind his back as he headed to her bedroom, Lestat leaned against the door frame. “Claudia—” He called out to her, looking at the, well woman at her vanity. Having acquired her adult form as of late, he never grew tired of seeing her around. At times almost ashamed for being the reason she never physically reached this maturity in her human life. And often when that thought crossed his mind it left as quickly as it came.

Show Me How You Burlesque | Claudia et Toulouse

coeurdedanses:

He usually never purchased anything unless he’d browsed over it several times, tried it on perhaps twice and garnered a second opinion on it from whomever was an honest soul around at the time. It’d been one of the newer stores opening up in Paris. Not far from the red light district, so the contents of the store were bound to be just a tad risqué. As if that bothered him of course.

He’d quickly made nice with the attendants of the store. Something he was good at as of late. Some months ago he would have felt much more awkward striking up conversations with people he hadn’t known for a decent amount of time. There were several items he had in his mind to look over, possible prospects to purchase. Though he wasn’t sure. Rolling his eyes at himself and his indecisiveness, Toulouse moseyed over to the racks of lingerie composed of bustiers and corsets.

He hadn’t ever imagined himself in one, garters garter belts and the likes for lingerie more South of his body was always on his mind. Though having more control over his gifts, his female body certainly wouldn’t mind a bit of a difference in lingerie. He was still treating himself. A smirk on his lips as he decided to go through the racks, searching for something he thought would fit perfectly, he came across two he liked, visually the same size though the tag said otherwise and he grew confused. “How can you tell the sizes on these…”

//yes yes lets!! shall i make a starter or you love??

//Probably make more sense if you did? But I can if you’d prefer. 

//tou wants to shop now too. he’s like stop

//Then let’s have them go shopping! 

theghostshrink:

Zoe finds that no other words need to be spoken with the blonde vampire beside her, that there was this silent understanding that always happened between close friends, that nothing had to be said, just enjoying the reverence of a moment. “I am too. It was a serendipitous turn of events. I would not have wanted to miss this moment for anything.” Her eyes are warm and sincere as she speaks, hands lightly squeezing the other woman’s.

Laughing as the other woman leaps into the air, still barefoot, her eyes glint with mirth, unable to help but again be pulled into Claudia’s enthusiasm and excitement. She shuts the dressing room door behind her, following the woman who had rushed out in just her undergarments, much to Zoe’s amusement. It was honestly how she was back in her own apartment. Usually she walked around her house without pants on, or a shirt on when her roommate Matthew was working. Not that the ghost would be able to do much even if she did it around him, but she still wanted to be considerate of the fact that ghost or no, he was still a man. To forget that fact and to tease him would only prove to be torturous.

She joins the other blonde in the shoes section, glancing around at all the beautiful high heels and trying to see which would look good with the clothing styles she wanted to wear. Her eyes slide back to the other woman, sitting in a chair nearby to watch, and just take all of this in, observing.

In this experience of just watching how Claudia reacted to every little thing, she realizes how much she had taken for granted about being a woman. How Claudia had never known any of these joys or thrills so everything was a first for her, almost like someone seeing the world for the first time, to not have to look through windows anymore but to join it with open arms for the first time. And in a way, it was very true. Claudia had never had the form of a woman so much of her life was probably limited in experiences. It made Zoe want to be her friend and be there for her to go out with her and to do things that she hadn’t done without being looked at with a patronizing tone. Again, it strikes her that she can’t imagine what that would be like, to be an eternal doll and to never be seen as the woman that was behind those eyes. It was an eternal, inescapable prison. Almost like the mental hospital had been like for Zoe– except, well, instead of a year, being stuck in it forever. 

Shaking her head of her thoughts, she glances up just in time to see the lady bring over boxes of shoes, rising up to go and stand by her in case she needed any assistance in any way. Sure enough, when the vampire starts to slip into her shoes, she wobbles, grabbing Zoe’s arm for support and the mortal reaches out to steady the other woman, wanting to make sure she was all right. After a moment when balance is regained, Zoe looks over the other woman, a warm smile on her lips. 

“You look like a pin-up model.” She says softly, taking a step back, to let the woman admire herself in silence after speaking. Her eyes slide along the curve of that smooth flesh, unable to help her eyes from straying, but only an appreciative look. Even if Claudia’s form was wonderfully tempting to look upon, she respected the other far too much to ever encroach on her personal boundaries. Besides, she was fairly certain the Countess would have some choice words to say, if any words were spoken. Either way, it would not end well for Zoe. “Those shoes will go with everything, by the way. Black is almost always a safe bet for which colored shoes to wear with an outfit.” 

“What about these?” Zoe holds up another pair of heels, this one a pair of nude colored shoes with black lace over it. Looking at the box, she adds, “They also come in red, pink and– white. Otherwise I did see a couple of other really cute heels over here. It’s all up to you.” Her lips curl into yet another warm smile as she watches the other woman.  

“Oh, and since I’m out here, is there anything else you want me to grab so you can try it on?” Her eyebrow quirks as she asks the question, studying Claudia’s face.

(Source: thevampire-claudia)

{o n l i n e}

Sort of. Jumping between a few accounts. But I’m here. 

{o f f l i n e}

I’ll be back later tonight. I might lurk via mobile, however. 

+theeternalarmand

theeternalarmand:

-Armand smiled at the grown up Claudia.- I love how you know it’d be unwise to not acknowledge my presence. -He stepped closer to look down at her.- How are you, my sweet?

Claudia nearly cringed, her eyes almost seeming to roll as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Your sweet?” She practically scoffed the words. “S’il vous plaît, such names aren’t well suited considering our history. Though to answer your question, I have been rather well. I’m sure even you can miracle I have been receiving after being given such a wonderful opportunity as this.” She stated with a motion to indicate her newly acquired form. “I only dread the moment I have to return to what I was before. But until then, I’m enjoying myself as much as I can.” 

(Source: thevampire-claudia)