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THE SMELL OF ROSEMARY, swells sweetly to fill the apartment. The accommodations provided by the Federal Bureau of Investigation are, of course, temporary and they look like it. Though she can’t be certain Claire would venture that any space Madeline occupies would appear as such. Sleek, modern, utilitarian; a profound absence of anything that might indicate a lived life. No clutter. Claire can’t help but wonder where she keeps her hair shirt.  

The smell of cooking manages to make it warmer, traipsing on the edge of homey but the specter of an austere life still chills the room. “I’d venture this is the first time anyone’s used your kitchen, hm?” Claire considers the blonde over the lip of the long-stemmed glass. The glass is micro-thin, chic, and the red wine will pair nicely with dinner. These are things the other will not consider. No simple pleasures allowed in the House of Sieger. The thought makes the corner of Claire’s mouth turn up slyly. What a thrill to know without being known herself.

Her wine glass is sat down, beside the stove, as she carefully spoons a taste for Madeline. “Come here,” She says, “Taste.” The food is brought slowly to her lips and Claire watches the other’s face carefully, as if to see what she thinks of the flavor. In truth, she likes watching the shadow of discomfort pass whenever intimacy threatens. 

She sets the spoon down and cants her head with a smile, hand on the other’s hip to further irritate. Looking into her eyes, Claire wonders idly how Madeline kills, if she has. There is a clear desire to possess in the other. From where the drive is derived, Claire doesn’t know but it’s her; plain as day. She loves to hunt but does she know how whole it might make her feel to actually catch her prey; to watch another’s eyes go glassy. That obsession with justice might sate itself nicely if the younger were allowed that particular taste of Godhood. Claire touches her cheek fondly before withdrawing entirely. “How is the investigation, Agent Sieger?” She resumes her stirring, wine glass back in the other hand. Always leave them wanting. 

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( isabelle huppert, 60, cis female, she/her ) Was that CLAIRE BOLAN ? I heard a rumor they work for the THE O’SHEA family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit COLD & CALCULATING, but I also heard they can be CUNNING & CHARMING. You’ll usually find them at the UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO in their spare time, when they’re not being a COUNSELOR. You may want to keep an eye on that one ! 

hi, gang! i’m ave & i’m writing claire. i’m still working on her bio but the gist is that after the death of her father (an o’shea affiliate and crooked cop) she started with the o’sheas as a sentinel like 45 years ago and worked her way up to reaper, then general, where she stayed until she retired a few years ago. by day she’s a criminal psychologist who teaches classes and conducts research at the university of chicago and occasionally consults with the police on cases. things to know about her: she likes the killing part of her job probably too much, generally pretty solitary, no living family, in spite of being a duplicitous snake she’s v loyal to the o’sheas. 

if anyone wants to plot any potential rivalries, grudges, friendships, etc while i work on my bio just lemme know.

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Isabelle Huppert photographed by Sam Taylor-Johnson.

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Claude Chabrol - The Swindle (1997)