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

RE A Fracture in the Balance translucentfeathers x beelzing Claire followed the werewolf through her home, shocked at how...normal it all seemed. She wasn't quite sure what she expected though, some sort of caveman-esque style living arrangements? The bigotry was hard to overcome, having lived the entirety of her life exclusively with her own kind left her feeling shockingly out of her element. The notion she was never going to see her home or her family again? Had her feeling numb, as though the events of the last hour had been some sort of nightmare. Shifting she followed Leona to her room, eyeing the stacks of books with mild curiosity. She wanted to ask the other woman what she read, but such a normal conversation didn't seem like it would be welcomed. Leona was different from how she had been, the joy and humor gone from her eyes as her face took on a much more intense expression. The werewolf moved with a purpose and her actions seemed to command respect and attention. Claire guessed she should have known the woman for an alpha by the way the transaction between her and the other blond male at the ball had gone down. Pissing contest is what she liked to call it. At her motioning to the dresser drawers, Claire began digging through the fourth drawer for a pair of pants that would fit. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Leona stripping once the were had packed two suitcases and...it had her blushing. Leona didn't seemed all that bothered being nude in front of someone which, she supposed, made complete sense seeing as she was a shifter and one with pack mentality ingrained within her. The same didn't apply to Claire though and she found herself averting her gaze quickly. Vampires were by no means prudes and but everything was sexualized within the culture of her race. There was truth behind the push and stereotype of her kind being seductive and having charms. She wasn't sure if it was something biological to help allure prey or if it was merely an adaptation. Either way, skin wasn't something you flashed without intent and it had that damn blush spreading over her cheeks and down the back of her neck. She turned her focus on clothing, plucking a plain blsck shirt at random from the third drawer before debating following suit and changing in the open. With a roll of her eyes at her own insecurities she reached back and eased the zipper of her dress down, shrugging out of the top half of the gown easily until the fabric slipped down and pooled around her waist. She tugged the shirt over her head, ignoring the way it snagged on the pins in her hair, wincing slightly. With a bit of a shimmy she pushed the dress from it's resting place on her hips until the soft fabric fell to her feet and she stepped out from the pile. Leona had a few inches on her but Claire's hips were a little wider so the jeans fight tightly around her, hugging her frame despite the fact that she needed to roll them up a few times st the feet. Long psle fingers reached for her hair, tugging the pins from it and letting the long loose strands fall to her mid back unhindered and unburdoned. Size seven, sometimes seven and a half, she hummed easily as she brushed her hair out with her fingers.