Enjolras walked along, his gait graceful and yet rigid - walking with purpose and yet a smoothness to each footfall. His wheat blonde curls touching his shoulders bounced with each determined step. The Paris night was cool, glancing towards the sky at the speckling of stars beginning to appear on the deep indigo transitioning to inky black. He appeared like something from a painting; an archangel.
His attention changed suddenly, seeing a young, delicate girl with tattered clothing and covered in soot out of the corner of his eye. Enjolras reached her quickly; the seriousness melted from his face that was now gentle. Cerulean eyes flickered over her. “..Are you an orphan?” He whispered gently, his heart starting to beat at a quicker pace with worry at her state. His softness for children was undeniable.
Claudia’s blue hues spotted him even before he was aware o her presence. The way he walked with confidence and grace immediately made her think of Lestat. She was looking for easy prey and at that moment he did not fit the picture. Just like everybody else, she was thinking he would simple pace by but to her surprise, he didn’t. Which she wasn’t sure was a good thing or bad thing.
The moment they locked eye she was hoping she could just shrink back into the darkness but she knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. Before she had time to react and address the situation as to what to do, he approached. All that was left to do was improvise.
Cling to the ally way, Claudia shifted back slightly. “Oui, monsieur…” Her voice replied back softly. In her tattered shape, how could she be anything more. No one would believe otherwise.
This man was incredible beautiful. A couple of years ago she would have attempted to lair him away in a heart beat but in her current state all she could do was worry. He couldn’t be prey? People would notice if someone like him went missing and after what she had been through, she couldn’t take the chance. All she could think of was the trouble this man could cause her.
What was she going to do?