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Friend and my trollsonas

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I never know what to caption stuff like this

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Comes back to life just to ruin your lawsuit

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Magical girl Claudia!!! She uses her scythe to harvest the souls of the undead

Original plotting and design thoughts about this under the cut

I wanted to go for a sort of corpse bride situation + homage to Anne rices iconic veil outfit. Plus sort of a doll thing bc of how often she's described as doll like in the books, and of course, it's hardly a magical girl if you don't get some Lolita influences in there. On that front, though, I didn't want the symbols of Claudias liberation to further her trap her in little girl mode, so I aimed for more of an ero + shiro Lolita approach to balance the more mature look with the western idea of white as pure and virginal with the eastern idea of white as unlucky and associated with death.

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"Maîtresse…" Armand whined, trailing after her like a lost puppy as she got ready for the evening. "No." "But—" "I said, no, Armand." "Why—" Claudia whirled around, abruptly losing her patience with him. "Because I said so, that's why!" She didn't deign to look back at him, sure that Armand was giving her a look like he was the most tortured soul in all of Paris, no, the world. It would work on her, too, which she hated. With Armand shirtless from sleep and covered in all the little marks Claudia'd had to work to leave on him early that morning, he was at his most pitiful. Claudia continued to dress, wriggling into the tight, satin sheath dress Armand had laid for her, combing out her hair with an antique (even more antique than herself) mother of pearl comb—one of a whole set, a gift for their anniversary last year. It made the destitute little girl living in a cramped boarding house inside of her thrill to use something so fancy. The silence persisted as she did her makeup. Claudia was still annoyed at Armand questioning her, and Armand always got all kicked dog when she yelled at him. She let it stretch on, waiting for her boy to gather his pride and come crawling back. Claudia clasped on a string of pearls, or rather, attempted to. The necklace (yet another gift from Armand, oh Jesus, now she was starting to feel bad for snapping) had a tricky clasp. She was going to have to ask for help. Armand broke at the same time she did, coming over swiftly to take the necklace from her hands, just as she drew breath to speak. "I should not have questioned you, Maîtresse. My apologies." He sounded sincere, and she really was starting to feel a little niggle of guilt, so Claudia threw him a bone. "Kneel for me." He did, head bowed, hands folded in his lap back straight. Perfect form. Claudia laid a gloved finger under his chin, tilting his head up to look at her. "You know I love you, don't you?" She murmured. "Yes, of course. I would never doubt that." "And you know that whatever I do, even if you don't understand my choices, is in our best interest?" "I was wrong to—" She put her finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Yes or no. Is everything I do in our best interests?" "Yes, Maîtresse." It was an awkward angle for kissing, but she couldn't resist. Armand's plump, pouty lips called to her. Her hand found it's way into his hair, even as one of his snaked it's way under her dress to clutch at her thigh. Breaking the kiss before it got too heated, Claudia took a moment to close her eyes and breathe before saying. "I know you don't like it. I don't like going out without my guard dog either, but folks gotta do all kinds of stuff they don't like sometimes. Like it or not, this is an important gala, and having a white face there with me will open up a lotta doors for us." She papped him hard on the cheek, almost a slap. "I'm not replacing you with the likes of Daniel Molloy, Dog. He's a means to an end, you hear me?" Armand nodded, sniffing slightly. Terribly insecure, that man, for someone who could turn a rival inside out with just a thought. Still, she privately thought that it was a little sweet that he got jealous over her. "Now here's what you're going to do while I'm gone." Claudia walked over to the closet and pulled out a large box, making sure to bend at the waist and show off her very few assets as she did. "You're going to pick something nice and big from the toy box here, and then you're gonna crawl into the crate and get yourself ready for me to play with when I get home. That sound good to you?" One look at his face told her it sounded more than okay. Problem solved.

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I have nothing to say except lesbiams

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This did not come out as successfully as I would have hoped but, you win some you lose some

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Drawing Claudia in little outfits from my Pinterest boards 5/?

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Lesbiams

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 16 — mirror/stranger

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"Do you come here often?"

Louis cracked a smile. "Is that your big opener?"

The handsome stranger looked sideways at him, big brown—orange?—eyes twinkling with mirth. "It has yet to fail me. And you are speaking with me, when all I wanted was a sliver of a beautiful man's attention, so I am going to chalk this one up on the 'win' column."

Louis blushed at the compliment. "Ion' know 'bout all that." The alcohol loosened his tongue, letting swamps of his homeland ease his syllables, let his words get as close together as he though he might like to be with this new man.

"It's true, you know. I walked in tonight and was struck by your beauty. You're an angel among men." The man placed a bold hand up on Louis' own. "You must let me take you away from here."

He snorted but didn't move his hand. "Ain't been called an angel in a hot minute." He was enjoying this game, the push and pull of flirting, the feeling of being desperately desired. "What're you going to do with me once you've got me, hmm?"

The man leaned in close. His smile looked predatory somehow, and Louis could have sworn his canine teeth were just a tad bit sharper than natural.

"Simple, my sweet." The stranger's lips brushed against his ear. Louis feared he didn't quite supress the shiver going down his spine when he heard, "I'm going to eat you alive."

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 15 — altar/sacrifice

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"Relationships require sacrifices, my love."

"Uh uh, not this sacrifice."

"It's a perennial classic. A tour de force, as they say."

"It's fucking weird, and I don't want you getting ideas."

"I was rather hoping you would get ideas, to be honest."

"Armand, I am not going to human centipede you!"

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 14 — teeth/mouth

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"Open up for me, honey."

Armand mouth fell open, encouraged by the tug of Louis' thumb at his lower lip.

"There's a good boy. Now say 'ahhh'."

His tongue lolled out, pink and wet, and lazily licking out at Louis' claw. His eyes were glazed, glassy with the almost lethal dose of sedatives in his bloodstream. Even now, his system was quickly purging it, giving him some measure of awareness. Louis wasn't worried, however. The sedatives were just for fun—he wanted Armand to feel every part of what was next.

"I'm going to pull on three, okay? Brace yourself." Louis set the silver pliers against the base of Armand's left fang. His cute little tongue darted to the side to meet it. "One, two—"

Louis grinned at Armand's shocked howl. He loved keeping him on his toes.

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 13 — boat/harbor

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Louis and Armand practice the Mind Gift

The fishing trawler was old and worn, but clean—clearly well loved. It was flying several flags, including one that was clearly a hand painted shark. The name printed on the sign declared it to be The Miriam. Her captain stood at the prow, speaking loudly to a dock worker below.

Armand mentally tapped Louis and indicated the boat. "Practice on him. Where did that charming flag come from? Who is Miriam?"

Louis' brow furrowed as he dug into the man's mind. After a long moment he said, "Miriam is his daughter. She painted the flag when she was 7. She's starting high school soon and her father is working longer hours to pay for a private boarding school."

Armand beamed. Louis' progress with the Mind Gift was coming along beautifully.

He didn't bother fact checking, having already cleaned the information on one of his many trips to the harbor. Amir was a familiar face, and they often talked when they had the chance.

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 12 — blooming/wilting, word count: 150

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July 3rd, 2015

Armand was obviously nervous. The whole way down the line (which was long, longer than Louis would ever have expected. It's not an annoyance, seeing so many people here for the same purpose buoys his heart across the long hours they've been waiting)

He's been fussing with his hair, smoothing down his already pristine jacket, pulled out his phone five times in as many minutes to check their booking. It's cute, and a little sweet, and watching him helps to assuage some of Louis' own nerves.

They won't be turned away, or whatever Armand is worried about. All their documents are air tight; even if they are fakes, they're professional fakes, made on the very same equipment real identifying documents are made

Louis bumps their hands together, hooks his pinky around Armand's. Then he remembers what they're there for, what everyone is here for, and boldly intertwines their fingers. No use fretting about being outed on the day of their wedding, after all.

The inside of this courthouse is a veritable rainbow of people and flags. A week ago, same sex marriage was legalized across all 50 of these united states and clearly, the city's queer population had all had the same idea as them.

It feels patronizing to admit, but Louis is so proud of these young people (not just young people. Right in front of them is a couple who can't be a day under 80). They fought hard and long, and they will keep fighting for as long as possible. Louis never thought he'd see the garden of revolution, watered with the blood of those less fortunate, bloom like this. He squeezes Armand's hand once, twice. They don't need legal paperwork to say they're companions, but for his human self—closeted, resigned to a life of misery, Louis is happy to do it.

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 11 — recognition/misunderstanding

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Chapter Text

"Why are you wearing my scarf?"

Armand stiffened, then relaxed.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, love. I do run quite a successful theatre, you know. I have plenty money to buy my own scarves." He gave the scarf in question a playfully haughty flip over his shoulder.

In truth, it absolutely was Louis' scarf. In Armand's defense, though, it was quite warm, and soft, and it smelled like his beloved, and if Armand had played his cards right, stealing it would provoke—ah, yes.

He smiled to himself as he felt Louis catch hold of the tasseled end of the scarf, pulling it taut against his throat.

"I said, why are you wearing my scarf, Arun?"

All according to plan.

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 10 — stars/moon

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Armand discovers the wonders of glow in the dark stars

Louis, come look!

The excitement bleeding through their mental connection was palpable. Louis was currently just about elbow deep in tax forms and paperwork, possibly the least exciting thing in the world, so it was no burden at all to lay his pen aside and wander into the bedroom to see what had Armand all riled up.

Chances are, he'd found a new gadget on the Home Shopping Network or in the many catalogues he was on the mailing list for. Equally likely, he'd wanted to try out a new toy or shibari tie and was too impatient to wait for bedtime. He was hoping for the latter, in all honesty. Tax season was stressful and Louis wouldn't mind getting out of his head by putting Armand out of his own.

When he arrived in the bedroom, it didn't appear to be either of those things. In fact, it didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary at all. Armand lay on his back in the air, smile on his little mouth and a plastic shop bag on the ground beneath him.

"Discovered the Cloud Gift, have you?"

Armand righted himself, alighting with a small thump upon the ground. He smiled wider as he took Louis by the hands and pulled him further into the room. "Yes, darling, it's entirely new to me and precisely what I called you in here to see." He rolled his eyes. "No, of course that's not it. I was at the mall, and I discovered just the most wonderful invention—look!"

With a flick of the wrist, Armand turned off the light, and suddenly he saw what all the fuss was about.

Around them glowed hundres of tiny stars, scattered across the walls and ceiling. Each star on it's own didn't give off much light, but the sheer number of them cast an otherworldly green glow across Armand's face.

Louis felt the corners of his mouth rise and his brow, which had remained furrowed even after pausing his work smoothed out for the first time in days.

"You did all this?"

Armand nodded happily before gasping. "I almost forgot, there was something else." He bent to rummage through the bag. "Mortals truly come up with the most ingenious things sometimes. Behold!" Armand stood with a flourish, brandishing what appeared to be a brightly shining, miniature version of the full moon. It floated an inch or so off his palm, rotating slowly, before bobbing gently off to join the stars at the ceiling.

Louis laughed at the theatrics. Truly, you could take the man out of the theatre but the theatre would never leave the man. To be perfectly frank, his fair for the dramatic, when harnessed for innocent projects like this, was one of Armand's more endearing traits.

Armand sat cross legged on the ground. "Would you care to look at the constellations with me, my love? I assure you, they are as accurate as possible." He looked hopeful, and a little shy. They hadn't made much time for just being in each other's presence in the past couple of years, or rather, Louis hadn't. Past experience told him Armand would accept whatever answer he gave with little backtalk.

Louis glanced towards the open door. There was still work to be done, work that would only grow if put off but… perhaps he could take an hour or two to relax under the moon and stars.

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Loumand Microfic Week

aug 11 — recognition/misunderstanding

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Chapter Text

"Why are you wearing my scarf?"

Armand stiffened, then relaxed.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, love. I do run quite a successful theatre, you know. I have plenty money to buy my own scarves." He gave the scarf in question a playfully haughty flip over his shoulder.

In truth, it absolutely was Louis' scarf. In Armand's defense, though, it was quite warm, and soft, and it smelled like his beloved, and if Armand had played his cards right, stealing it would provoke—ah, yes.

He smiled to himself as he felt Louis catch hold of the tasseled end of the scarf, pulling it taut against his throat.

"I said, why are you wearing my scarf, Arun?"

All according to plan.