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ฯะฝฮฑั ัฯฯ
ยขฮฑัั ฦฯั ฮฑฮทัฯฮฑั?
What you care for anyway?
"I care Claudia because.. I am your creator.""And where do you think you are going ma petite?" Asked Lestat in his usual French accent. Heaving a soft sigh Claudia rolled her eyes before turning to look at him. "To play." She said simply enough in her own sweet little southern accent. "I can't play in the day with the other children. Least I can play at night in the yard. Daddy Lou got me a croquette set.. wanna play?" She asked.
"It is time to study mon petite monstre. Vous n'avez pas été scolarisé depuis plus d’un an." He said rattling off quickly in French. Tilting her head Claudia frowned. "What?" She asked innocently enough. Giving a somewhat weary smile Lestat spoke again, this time in English. "You must be educated. I will do so for you." He said sounding almost cheerful.
"Schoolin'? What I need that for? I can read and write.. and figure." She protested. While her education had been limited before her life here she did know the basics more or less. "There is so much more than just that Claudia. I will teach you history, and languages. I will help you expand that mind of yours." He said moving closer.
"What you care for anyway?" Claudia asked looking to Lestat. While they had moments of affection for one another it was clear Louis was her favorite. They had more in common it felt like, for now anyway. Louis was more concerned with Claudia, her day to day care, making sure in the moment she was a happy and contented little girl. Most days it was clear Lestat took interest because Louis did.
"I care Claudia because.. I am your creator." He said looking into her eyes. "I made you. And sometimes I believe I made a mistake." He admitted. An instant frown spread across Claudia's face. She was about to call for Louis when Lestat continued. "You are only a year older than when we found you. Little to no change in you however, you will continue to grow, age. Not here." He said reaching out and placing his hands on her shoulders. "But here." He said gently touching her temple. It was rare when she and Lestat were so close to one another. Looking up to him for a few moments she did feel a draw to him, something in her that wanted to trust him.
"So? I get to be young forever. Sounds pretty good to me." Claudia protested. Lestat only nodded "now. But soon you will understand what I mean ma chère. And when you do you will understand I am trying to help you." He said looking down to her for a moment. He stroked her cheek before placing his hand on it. "I can not talk with you like Louis can. I want to talk to you, Claudia. I am not like Louis, you and I know this. But I am trying. We will start with French? Then move on to something only you and I can speak. We'll have our own little secrets, oui?" He asked hoping Claudia wouldn't put up too much resistance.
Claudia seemed hesitant but then again she thought some learning couldn't hurt. And this seemed like something that would really make Louis happy. Something she loved to do. Looking up to Lestat she smiled and took his hand in her own. "Oui.." she repeated unsure of herself. Along with making Louis happy she still felt that urge to want to trust Lestat, maybe it was because he was her maker. Lestat only smiled "we will have you speaking French in no time! Vous verrez!"
"I can not talk with you like Louis can. I want to talk to you, Claudia."
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