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this is a 21+ indie blog for a Grecian vampire oc. there will be strong material on this blog such as violence, gore, death, maiming and over all chaos. MINORS DNI. please note this is a side blog and i will follow back from my main @corrodedcoffyn​

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                  Steve froze at her words and honestly he couldn’t agree more, hell he wasn’t even sure if he was processing any of this right. This surely wasn’t his best friend, coated in someone else’s blood standing in front of him, after god knows how long apart, with the months of searching and praying. Watching her hand reach out and then tap his shoulder, his eyes carefully followed her movements, blinking back tears that threatened to fall at any given moment. 

“Claire… Wait” He exclaimed, almost desperately as she quickly moved away from him, stepping forward slowly. “It’s me, it’s okay” Steve asked quietly, his own hands shaking as he held them up in front of him, almost as if you would when approaching a wild animal. “Come back with me, I can get you cleaned up and we can talk yeah?”

-- ♔ There's fear in the air from both of them and though everything in her is begging her to leave, to get as far away from Steve as she possibly can? She doesn't. "No." None of this was okay, how could it be? There's stilll a terrible ache deep inside of her to K I L L, an empty hole burrowed into her soul that she isn't sure she'll ever be able to fill. Vecna had seen to that, and fuck how does she even explain who -- what Vecna is to Steve? Does he have any idea what's actually going on just beneath their feet? Claire isn't sure but that's another added layer to her fear. But then again, wouldn't it make more sense for her to go with Steve? so she could warn him?

But the longer she sits there on the couch of the Wheeler house the longer Claire debates if them knowing the truth would be better. She could avoid everyone like a plague, have some clarity of her own mind and really it’s probably better for everyone in the long run if she wasn’t around. Of course witnessing Steve with H E R doesn’t help, but Claire isn’t willing to admit to that just yet. “Hey, you alright?” There’s an elbow in her ribs as Robin nudges her and before  she’s able to follow Claires gaze from where it’s been all but GLUED to Steve and Nancy, the brunette has turned to face Robin with a tired smile. “Yeah I’m fine. ----------- I’m going to get some water, okay?”

WATER IS ABSOLUTELY NOT WHAT SHE NEEDS RIGHT NOW. Yet she’s already downed a glass and ahalf by the time she picks up on movement heading towards the kitchen, her body already tensing up as scent hits her. “Christ.” Utterance beneath her breath and cup is brought back up to her lips, as if hiding behind the glass is going to shield her from Steve when he walks in, as if it’ll keep him from knowing there’s something wrong. No, she’s never been good at keeping things from him; except for one thing ironically.

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