Carmilla and Laura Domestic Fluff: A Concept
Carmilla runs a paranormal detection service with LaFontaine which involves them riding around from place to place on her motorcycle (with LaF in the sidecar) figuring out how to rid neighbourhood houses of the paranormal for a nominal fee.
Laura usually gets home from work first and starts cooking dinner, depending on how stressed out she is about marking papers, she’ll procrastinate and cook more stuff.
On a good day Carmilla comes home to chicken fricassee.
On a bad day there’s two starters, a palette cleanser, steak with baked macaroni and cheese (which she will never complain about because it’s her fav), another palette cleanser, a pumpkin spice monkey bread, a cheese board along with a garlic plait knot that she randomly made and didn’t know which dish to pair it with.
“Laura we can’t afford to keep doing this…”
“Carm please don’t.”
“Don’t say it, please, don’t.”
*silently mouths* You have a problem, Laura.
The neighbours being in constant cognitive dissonance because they love Laura, she always brings them amazing leftovers from her crisis induced cooking spree and they never have to remind her which colour garbage bag to use on different days. But Carmilla? They fear and hate her in equal measure ever since she gave a blow-by-blow commentary on how historically accurate the community’s charity performance of Macbeth was.
Carmilla coming home from work covered in white thick goopy liquid because LaFontaine hit the cyclonic reactor on her 2 instead of her 3 before she could get out of the splash zone.
“Well, looks like we better get you a bath…”
“You think, Hollis? I look like Godzilla just blew his load all over me!”
Carmilla pouting in the bath whilst Laura helps get the goop out of her hair.
Laura making her a bubble beard for no other reason than her own amusement.
Carmilla rolling her eyes but leaving the bubble beard to remain.
Carmilla pretending to still be a badass, but every night when they watch tv in bed she gives Laura puppy eyes and tugs her sleeve until she comes and settles behind her.
Laura teasing Carmilla for being such a little puppy whilst she tucks her arms around her wife’s waist.
“I was death drawn under a fair maiden’s feet for over three centuries.”