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I reference the pearls in Claudia’s hair a lot, but there’s no visual reference on the internet that matches the design I have of them in my head. So, I drew them. :) 
Frequently whenever Claudia tilts her head or does any head motion, her pearls go “click-clack” due to having strings of them hanging entwined from her braided bun. 
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wolfofwinchester-a · 3 years
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He couldn’t help the laughter that shook his shoulders at her reaction, leaning back out of her space as she huffed and fluffed at him. O, how a fascinating woman she be! But he had overstepped, and eased out of her space.
An amused grin at the Countess, as he stepped back and drifted to his desk, settling on it. “White spruce, hm?” Odd choice, and while he could see it, it didn’t really fit with her complexion. Far too pale. Click of the tongue, “Maybe. Spruce’s hard t’get my hands on lately.”
Oh, but…!
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“Two coffins? Why, I didn’t know I was going to be buried with you.” A playful grin as Undertaker idly carded silver locks out of his face, snickering to himself. “How kind of you to think of me, m’dear. But, come. What sort o’details are you lookin’ for?”
“Oho? Ya think that was funny, do ya?” An impish flash zips across the Countess’s features, soon defined by the bump! - ing of her hip to his when he passed her by. Not with enough velocity to launch him off the ground like with a certain golden afternoon stroll by the park lake, thankfully! And now as he skirted away to the safety of his desk, the Countess gave her bustle a swoosh and a hitch, promptly finding her perch upon an attractive cedar just opposite of the Mortician. The coffin was now adorned with quite a lovely life-sized green-and-white powder puff. 
To his comment, he got a squint of the left eye and a slanted grin. “Of course you’re gettin’ buried with me, Mr. Callows. I ain’t about to take the final stroll outta my mortal coil without my good man by my side. Although, we might need to fold ya a time or two so you fit.” The Countess chortled. Sure, she wanted a big coffin, but she imagined too clearly the man folding like an accordion to tuck in beside her. Truly the odd-lookin’ pair even six feet under. 
Her puffed shoulders sunk forwards, hands twisting together like a knot. A rotation of the jaw and a click of the tongue. “Two boxes, coffins.” She knew caskets were starting to rise in popularity among other bluebloods; hinges, a lovely touch of sophistication to a long-lasting confinement. But, Claudia preferred the more simple yet dramatic look. “The first is goin’ to be a complete sham and empty for the most part, the one that’s to be buried in the family plot next to our late Lordly Hawthorne Phantomhive. It should be more shaped to the family aesthetic, I imagine.” Which, as it was relevant..
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“How many Phantomhives have you fashioned a restin’ box for, Mr. Callows? Was my father the first?”
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wolfofwinchester-a · 3 years
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I’ve spoke about it before, but I always imagine Claudia and Vincent being the sort of bond that’s very playful and absolutely pestersome, petty and silly. It’s a special bond! And the second you start talking shit about Claudia, Vincent’s immediately like “🗡️”.
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Any fun memories of Vinny's childhood?
“Gods above, where in the world do I start with that wicked boy?” The Countess reclines her chin on the back of a hand, leaning sideways in her emerald throne. “The boy’s a charmer, you know, and he gets it from yours truly.” A hand presses to her clavicle as she flashes a sharp grin. 
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“That son of mine has pulled wool over a great many eyes and a great many heads, and no one but Franny, Tana and I seem to be none the wiser to his elvish trickery. He has such a lovely smile, and darlin’ big eyes that make ya melt like wax. I’ve watched him put a glow in men of stone.” And Heavens help anyone who tries the punish the lad that ain’t his mother, none can do it proper, not with how he swindles his way with a kind, courtly word and a compliment of your direct person.
“Had a Duke from Cambridge come down to discuss matters’a business with me, nothin’ worth notin’,” Or so she says. “and he was a right feckin’ prick. Disagreeable and completely gag-stuffed by that silver spoon he’s been suckin’ on since he was off his mama’s breast. Ta boot, he was absolute bore that tempted me to pull his teeth out so he’d stop talkin’.”
Her wrist limps, palm upwards. “But I’m entertainin’ him nonetheless. He’s braggin’ about the wealthy prestige of his house and askin’ if the Phantomhives hold up as well as everyone says.. this, that, this, that,” A tilting of the hand side-to-side. “When lo’ and behold, Vinny, my knight in shinin’ forest cotton, comes strollin’ into the drawin’s room with the most fanciful trot you’d ever seen on an eight year old boy. Chin held high and smilin’ sweet as honeysuckle, and not even lettin’ the Duke say one single little thing before he starts greetin’ him and goin’ off in a whirlwind; talkin’ about the charitable history of the Phantomhives. He don’t trip once over his tongue, he don’t even run out of breath - I am watchin’ him just stun this man inta silence.”
“After he finishes regalin’ the proud family history, little Vin introduces himself;
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“How rude, I’ve yet to introduce myself; Vincent Phantomhive, the future Earl of Phantomhive. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Duke Maximillian. I believe my mother has taken the liberty of extolling her own virtues, has she not? She is responsible for the construction of that lovely bridge that ferried you so safely here on your way from Cambridge. A much easier passage route for our traders. She even rolled up her own sleeves and aided in stacking the stones herself.”
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“My pup wrangled the humbleness from that man like a mountain lion tearin’ the stomach from a pheasant. Beautiful work of art. Maximillian never spoke another snarkin’ tone to me for the rest’a the night, and he complimented Vinny for bein’ such a “respectable young boy who will no doubt make an impressive Head”.”
A chuckle. “The second he’s out the door, Vinny turns to me an’ says, “That was a very ugly man, mama. He looked like a stinkbug. ‘Tis a shame I couldn’t crush him, hm?”
Whether this counted as a fun story or not purely depends, but Claudia sure gets a kick out of it.
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wolfofwinchester-a · 3 years
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Brat. ♡
If Claudia does allow her partner to take on the dominant role, that by no means she’s going to simply lie down and let them boss her around — she is, by all means, the definition of a bratty submissive. There is no easy way to get her to obey, and getting her to beg is essentially the highest difficulty setting that needs to be earned. She’s devilish, she’s a minx, and “behaving”‌ does not exist in her personal black book dictionary.
While being the sort who enjoys never having to censor herself, she oft does get this devious streak to mute herself by biting a pillow or her lower lip when she’s on the bottom, and generally can only be broken down by a merciless lover’s “attention”. When they start getting rough with her, or speaking incredibly tender into her ear ( she’s weak for sweet talk ), that’s when her walls will begin to crumble.
The Countess is certainly the type to enjoy certain repercussions, too – having her hands pinned above her head and her world thoroughly, and roughly, rocked. ‌( see this post, because yes, she is both the seeker and the hider :/c that sort of thing does excite her. )
In short, Claudia’s a very… “If you’re going to be dominating me, you better earn your place”‌ sort.
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Lady Dimitrescu | Resident Evil VILLAGE
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