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Apr 26 2018, 11:36 PM
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Claudia supposed that if she was going to go for anyone for help it would be Blake. He was a lot older than her and knew lots about powerful people and really, he was just the only person she knew she could turn to. Obviously she and Tate were trying to solve her problems, but sometimes she couldn't help but feel like they were out of their league, and she finally supposed she should ask Blake about it. Of course, she spent time with him when they both happened to be free and he was in the mood for company and she was grateful for when he wanted to spend time with her. She still wasn't used to having the whole friend thing with people, but she didn't really consider Blake a friend so much as someone she really looked up to - perhaps an even stranger experience for her than a friend. She was glad, though, even if it made their interactions a little strange sometimes in that she also wanted his approval.<p>
Claudia had been used enough to Blake that she didn't mind that she tended to carry the conversation, for the most part she had been trying to guess spoilers for his newest book, trying to determine whether anyone died tragically, or perhaps whether or not she should be reading it at night home alone or not. Blake wasn't particularly prone to letting things slip, unfortunately, and Claudia hadn't gotten very far. <b>"Can I at least see a sentence? A word?"</b> She asked without much faith in the pay off but she was okay with it, she knew once she read the first few chapters when it came out she would have a good idea of the ending - she just hated waiting. <b>"Also hey,"</b> She started, almost surprising herself with how quickly she had started talking about the one thing she didn't want to talk about, but she had started now so it made sense to continue. <b>"Can I ask your advice on dealing with something?"</b>

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tag : bae! | outfit<p>
I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck Chain round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say, I recall late November, holding my breath Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?" Yes

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Claudia would admit she had been somewhat... less than convinced when Tate had suggested a hike could be romantic and that's what they should do as their date for valentine's day. However, it was them alone for the whole day, and she hadn't really embraced that part of her that liked being outside in a long time. Admittedly normally it was pretty exclusively in the summer, but she could see some appeal in going somewhere where it was cold and having to survive out together, perhaps huddle for warmth, that sort of thing. She'd let him take them out somewhere in the middle of nowhere, trusting that he knew a good place to do this, or had even done this before, as she had never really been hiking. Sure, she'd traveled and gone on walks and that sort of thing, but she'd never really had anyone to go with on longer day trips, so this made a nice but interesting change for her. <p>
She'd even made an effort to carry some of the stuff, having been tempted to pout and make him do it she'd remembered she was on a date and that didn't mean forcing Tate to do everything for her. Once they'd gotten started, and Claudia had put on an extra layer against the cold, it was actually kind of nice, and they'd even made good distance already, although that didn't stop her from thinking about the food they'd packed. <b>"So, what's the like... end goal here? Like, where are we going before we come back?"</b> She asked, trying to not so subtly figure out whether it was worth making him stop then or let them actually hike to where they were meant to be hiking to. Although, of course, she was assuming he had planned everything out completely beforehand. <b>"I haven't done this in a while,"</b> She added vaguely, hoping that this was some explanation for the fact she liked to know every detail.


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I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck Chain round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say, I recall late November, holding my breath Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?" Yes

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Claudia had finally started to get back to the point where it was just as anxiety inducing knowing that Tate was walking around not knowing anything about her as it was worrying about what would happen when he found out. She knew she had told him that there were things he didn't know, and he'd seemed okay with that for the moment, but she had also promised to tell him when she was ready. As it turned out, Christmas time was as good a time as any. With no work and not technically celebrating Christmas she'd had enough time to think, and then write down everything she thought he should knew. Including, but not limited to how she considered herself at fault for her brother's death, how she had acted out in school and had been the subject of incredibly harsh parenting, how she had stolen money and ran away, and how that had resulted in her using rich men for money. She'd honestly wished she could have made it all sound nicer, but she knew it wouldn't make sense if she explained it nicely when it got to the part about how Daniel was using it all against her. Even just her terror at the idea of being in contact with her parents again sound ridiculous on paper, but she'd at least been able to explain it with the fact she'd stolen a lot of their money too. <p>
A part of her was still expecting her to not like what he read, and she thought that was fair enough, a lot of it in her mind were things she expected should influence his decision to be with her, and any one of those could be too much for him. Still, no matter how much she considered that any bad reaction from him would be fair enough, she was equally quite terrified for him to read it. She'd never told anyone <i>everything</i> before, certainly anyone who knew didn't know it from her perspective. Still, she'd handed it to him after a lot of time pacing, and heading towards him, and backing out, and returning to pacing, until she'd convinced herself to do it. She knew if it wasn't for the fact he deserved to know she would have put it off forever, even if it meant working for Daniel forever. <p>
She sat at a distance from him, trying not to watch him read the whole thing, glancing up at him, and then looking away at any visible reactions, unsure she wanted to know. Instead, she twisted her hands together anxiously, and chewed her lip until it finally seemed as though he was done. When he did finally look up, she flushed red quite immediately, feeling very exposed and unsure of what he might say, but she also knew it was better that he knew. <b>"Um, I'm sorry,"</b> She tried, hoping that this would break the silence and because she couldn't think of anything else appropriate to say other than she just was sorry about everything. Perhaps she should have gotten him some more chocolate, she thought, it might have softened the blow.



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Frankly, for Claudia, this ball felt like something of a turning point. She remembered quite well the last time she’d attended, she hoped she was a different person to that girl, but most of all she was just excited for the sort of night she’d always wanted. She wasn’t prone to telling Tate these things for fear he’d find them ridiculous and also very much aware it wasn’t his thing, but she wanted a night in a pretty ballgown with a handsome well dressed man who liked her, and to get twirled around and have fun. Her standard was only high because usually in her fantasies it definitely included ballgowns, but the principle remained, she just liked the romance of it. Of course, to some extent she’d tried to keep her chill as they’d gotten ready and arrived and done all the usual things like get a drink and look around for people Tate knew and things like that. Well, as far as chill went she was pretty sure Tate knew she was excited, but to some fortunate degree it had only really manifested in telling Tate he looked really good in a suit perhaps a few more times than necessary, only half hinting that she would be very happy if they did this again, but she understood if perhaps he just thought she was a bit mad. <p>
Claudia knew that the ball was more than famed for its magic, and the rooms that were placed around the house. As a budding witch she was curious, she knew she wasn’t necessarily magically adept all the time, she struggled with control, which was why she liked something like alchemy where she could know exactly how a spell or a charm worked before she tried it. She would have liked to be able to do something like the rooms there naturally, but for now it wasn’t really any more than she wanted to admire. Although it didn’t escape her that she was admiring the work of her ex-boyfriend, but she was ignoring that, and avoiding him. Placing her champagne down on the tray of the strange magical waiter as it passed she turned to Tate.<p>
<b>”I think it’s time,”</b> She told him, pausing then to add a bit of dramatic effect to her ominous tone, but really she was just trying to soften the fact she was about to drag him around every room they could find so there was no more time for mutually roasting his brother. <b>”It’s time… to get some chalk, we’re going to navigate this house if it kills us.”</b> She hoped, fortunately, that it wouldn’t kill them, but then again she had some experience with the Alcotts and she felt as though a surprise murder room might be Lilly’s style.

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Claudia was terrified. It wasn’t something she liked to admit, but she was pretty easily spooked by things (alright, not your traditional things, her netflix account didn’t count). Emotions, though, and heartache, and being cared about, and caring for others – that was all terrifying. It had been a few months since she had kicked Tate out of her place and then quit her job and subsequently regretted every second. Even after a lapse where after the ball she had made an attempt to see him (a stroke of luck meant he hadn’t been in that night, and didn’t have to see her try to explain herself after her third or fourth drink), she still didn’t think this was going to go well. In fact, permanently pessimistic as she was, she knew he would be fair to her, but she didn’t expect him to want her back. She could be okay with that, she supposed, she’d lost her chance but maybe she’d never deserved it. She certainly couldn’t have gone much longer without telling him all the extra things she’d been doing, and now she didn’t have to. It would have ended anyway, she told herself, when he knew all of that he wouldn’t have wanted her, and she wouldn’t have blamed him. Even despite all of that, she was still going to his door that evening. <p>
After talking to Blake she’d known she needed to do something, and if Tate had taught her anything, it was that she hurt people far too easily, and she had to rectify that. She thought this might be her way of making up for some of the bad she had done, unforgivable as it was, she wanted him to know she was sorry, and she had been an idiot. She knew she had a fear of werewolves for a good reason, but she didn’t have a fear of Tate in that way, she knew him well enough to be sure he would never do anything bad to her, werewolf or not. She suspected she had been looking for a reason to run away, even if she was sure he could never be horrible, he still always had the power to hurt her, and it made sense that it would come along eventually. She didn’t plan to tell him this, at least not while she was sure there was no point, while she was sure he couldn’t possibly want someone who had been so disgusted by a part of him even for a fleeting second. <p>
She stood outside his door for perhaps longer than was necessary, chewing her lip, trying to talk herself into knocking. Everything she had thought to say had gone out of her head, and she just looked lost, and she felt very alone, and very afraid, and very much like this was a bad idea. Finally, she raised a hand and knocked twice, stepping back, suddenly a little too panicked by the sound, and by the fact she had just alerted him to her presence. All of a sudden she was turning away, wondering if she could escape down the corridor before he saw her, sure that this was something for another time, maybe, or never, never was good too.

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