#(( tl;dr: claudia loves her twin - and yes. that is a threat. she is to be left /alone/. ))

[wolfofwinchester]

What’s your opinion on Cordelia, Claudia? :3c

send my muse anons about their relationships. / concerning @saphireign

"The bravery on you, little one." A palliate smile smoothed across her lips, although the bite of arsenic lining the mulberry rim almost glowed at the corners. A subtle ignition that lit tension at the base of the spine and spread to the ribs to the perceived. Claudia could always speak easily of Cordelia, she did so very often! But she was something of a censor to energies in conversation, and the eldest's sisterly instincts naturally crept in when feeling a suspicious tide. "A person might come to think you're doing a little bit of digging for personal gain, asking questions like that. Mind yourself. ♪"

Ah, but she is compelled to play along. That's something she can do without a hitch.

"I've got nothing to hide; Cordelia is the most wonderful person you will ever come to meet!" Velvet palms flew to the ceiling, swung out to her sides! "Of course, people are bound to believe I'm biased - she is my literal other half, after all. We're two sides of the same bloody coin, kicking and rumbling about even before birth." And in her personal opinion, she thinks Cordelia might carry a little resentment because she was the one shot into the world first, but that's an amusing thought that stays locked in Claudia's head. For the most part. It might have slipped out in a drunken babble between the tipsy twins once or twice during a good-willed sisterly discourse. “But I tell you in honesty that it’s the truth. My sister is the center of my universe and I love her dearly, even if taking a joke isn’t her forte.” There are times where it even ends with a concerning cacophony of noises that lead the stressed Earl to believe that at least one of them is about to meet her demise by the other’s paws.

Fingers curl like spider legs, providing a rest for a chilly cheek. It was no overdramatic jest, that; ever since she was young, Claudia’s life revolved around family, and she was a twin! Everything that she did, she did with Cordelia at her side. Every step of the way since they were born, that’s exactly how it has been. They were even serrated from the humble but enriched they were born into, ripped from loving embraces to an empty chamber of a cold, cold manor. Together, they were changed. Cordelia’s become more steely, and in turn, Claudia’s teeth became more sharper. Ó Faoláins were survivors, and they found that out such a harsh way. Neither properly bent in ways their father had wished, neither set in ways that were deemed appropriate. They learned the elegance of course, but it was only an aesthetic that wrapped around what indomitable girls they were, and what women they became.

They were beasts wrapped in lovely shades of blue and green, and together, they had left scars in society that serve as lasting reminders of what they are: sisters, who are not made from the same material as e’ery other blue-blooded dandy and frill who have come to flock them. No amount of indoctrination ever changed that.

However, life was certainly not any easier - especially since they were both bastards, and for that, Claudia was relieved she inherited the role of successor. It wasn’t for fortune, it wasn’t for accolades, and it certainly wasn’t for the fact well-bred men lined their doorway with proposals (gods, no). It was for the fact that Cordelia, as what they so callously call “the spare”, would not be forged to the same expectations as is tradition for the Head. No children were to be expected from her, no husband was a necessity - and certainly, no “familial” enforcement to bend the knee to the tyrant Victoria. These were a crown of thorns that Claudia would wear, while Cordelia would be able to maintain some semblance of tampered freedom. The Countess would do everything in her power to see to her favorite magpie retaining some power of flight.

If those things weren’t enough, it was the rot in her gut that really cemented determination to keep clutch on the title. Some may think it paranoia, but Claudia knew visions when her cruel Divine blessed them; an ascendance of Cordelia would mean dark tidings. As cold as Cordelia is now, becoming successor would make her a full blown winter. It would empower that sense of isolation, and bring about values that their true family never preached. That alone was enough.

“And while I think she could always do with a better sense of humor,” a cheeky grin, knowing daggers could very well be leered in her direction. “I can’t deny she’s much more coordinated than I am. I really do envy that; it’s almost as if her mind is more well-put together than mine is! And how can that be when we’re twins!” How alike they appeared, how eerily similar -- and yet the way their minds worked, they were frequently night and day in terms of personality. Cordelia was more clean, more organized, proficient.. Claudia, on the other hand, was something of an eccentric’s mess who was the one of the two to know the method of her own madness (the other of course, and unsurprisingly, being Cordelia). Not that anyone else could tell in this newfound life, minus a frustratingly perceptive Undertaker. “But I suppose that’s one reason we balance ourselves out so well - we’re a very grand balancing act, you know.”

It was hard to differentiate the usage of “I” and “we” when it came to them. As different as they could be, and certainly were, there was no doubt in the mind that they were truly the same. They walk in different bodies, they take different forms of transportation, and they surround themselves with different aesthetics -- but their hearts beat as one. When one breaks a bone, the other is going to suffer a dull ache. When one falls, the other is going to feel the cold. So Claudia finds it difficult to ever speak of herself without speaking of Cordelia as well, and finds it difficult to speak of Cordelia without including herself.

The Goddesses took a star and broke it in half, and while it learned to walk on its own, it was still connected.

A slow tapping of the Countess’s foot eases to a stop. “I do know for a complete fact that Delia is the strongest I’ve ever come to know, and I’ve met many people since our lives began, and I remember many of them. She is the hard spine of a book, and I’m the leather.”

She is the one whose story will continue to forge onward. Her own ending will be of her own making, let it be happy, sad, unsatisfactory, or completed with nothing more to say. Whatever it is, she will have her own ending. Claudia’s already foreseen her own fairy tale come to its end, and she knows Cordelia’s will be a thicker book, as it is meant to be.

“When I say I love my sister, I mean it with every ounce of my heart, and I am not riddled with paranoia or concern about others knowing that, thinking it is a weakness. No. I love her, and let that be perceived as a threat to everyone."