Thread: A Fracture in the Balance (Translucentfeathers & Beelzing)

RE A Fracture in the Balance translucentfeathers x beelzing Claire's eyes narrowed and her lips twisted into a frown. The woman's taunting about small talk and not bothering with simple pleasantries had her feeling relieved and disarmed at the same time. Against her better judgement and upbringing, Claire snorted slightly, not bothering to hide her disbelief at what sounded like amusement coming from the werewolf next to her. She wasn't sure if the were knew what a tooth baring smile in the Vampire world meant but it was a display of power. For this woman? It seemed to only add to the possible mocking tone she offered. Claire hated to admit she felt a little impressed by the werewolf's answer in regards to her affiliation to pack structure. The idea of being permitted to exist outside of ones coven was never something that was tolerated. Stray vampires who wouldn't submit to their coven leader's direct council and law were marked as a threat the chance of a rogue that they would never permit to run free. You were either born into a coven and carried the bloodline as she had, or you were initiated when turned. The 'lone wolf' cliche simply stayed that, she supposed, a cliche that was too dangerous to entertain according to her family and and within her race. It set Claire's teeth on edge if she was being honest, the idea of being eternally chained to her coven with no chance of existing outside of it. The only chance she had of ever leaving was to be offered into an arranged union with someone of a neighboring coven, and that was more revolving around the ideal of strengthening the blood lines and producing more worthy offspring for the family title than anything else. Just trading one guided collar and leash for another. When Leona turned the question to her while single handedly guessing correctly her upbringing she glanced at her, turning her head in a slight incline. Right on all accounts, she hummed, noticing the way the woman's attentions were turned singularly to her while she made her speculations. Born under the coven to the leaders of our sector, she said with a slight lift of a pale shoulder. And expected to uphold some level of propriety while in the presence of those I may not particularly enjoy to be around, she said, sending the other woman a small smirk, not bothering to hide her own flash of sharp teeth within the smile.But since you have let me know you don't appreciate the idleness of small talk or the diplomatic ways of simple pleasantries then rest assured I won't subject you to it. The fact that she hated the meaningless exchanges of words as well would be left unsaid. Her eyes met the woman's golden gaze head on, locking on to it and holding. It was a foolish thing to do according to everything she had been told, but she had grown tired of the games that she was expected to play and the manners she was told to keep. Don't complain if you come to regret it later, she said, her smile darkening a fraction at the idea of not being forced to play the role she was bred for even if it was only for a single evening. The car came to a stop and suddenly the driver opened the door for them and Claire slipped out of her seat. She made her way to the entrance, not waiting for the werewolf behind her to climb the stone steps leading to the large town hall where the masquerade was held every year. It was customary for one to enter with their partner, but she took Leona for her word, and wasn't going to mute herself to play the game with her. Claire did take a moment when she reached the entry way to appreciate the gorgeous decorations and grand flair the masquerade offered. Dark velvety blues and deep violet fabrics swathed the walls and met in geaceful arches over the high ballroom ceiling, knotting around the large crystal chandelier that hung low from the ceiling. Candles graced the walls and long banquet tables, casting a dim glow over the golden scene that afforded it a beauty electrical lighting could never truly replicate. Claire smiled a bit to herself, enjoying at least the beauty of the evening before it was sullied by the people filling the space with masks and shakey trust.