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“What!” She manages a look of mock offense, “I can be upset that you didn’t come see me right away, we practically still share a room! Have a drink with me and I’ll forgive you.” It's all fun and games, loud and playful Lottie to mask a very real hurt that flashes in her eyes. She orders them two French Blondes – a gin cocktail of her latest obsession.

“Really? Because it feels a bit like you do, but I wouldn’t know for sure given that you haven’t really been talking to me much lately.” Her words turn sharp, pointed little daggers of her own reflected, shattered pain and isolation. “Like really Daph, don’t you think that’s a bit dramatic? So I was a bitch to her, I’m a bitch to everyone, you should know that it's nothing personal. I’m just looking out for you like I always have.” She huffs after this little rant, then downs half her cocktail.

“I am sorry, and I will give her a chance because you’re my twin and I love you.” The blonde smiles, a sudden shift from her previous ire. Two apologies in the course of less than twenty minutes, she’s going soft and will have to be particularly nasty later to make up for it. “But if I find out she’s the one who kept you from me, your family, for so long…” The threat trails off as she tosses back the rest of her drink. "And maybe wait to introduce her to daddy until tomorrow, he's got a lot going on tonight, I'm sure."

Everything was different now, but somehow still the same. Eversley Estate was filled with familiar faces, drinking the same wine and having the same conversations as they did when she had last been here. What was different was that Daphne did not arrive empty handed, her fingers were intertwined with the pretty blonde who she'd found in Paris. The pretty blonde who had become her wife.

Charlotte's domineering nature was another familiarity. When she heard her name shouted across the crowd, Daphne knew exactly whose voice it belonged to. Before she knew it, she was being pulled from her anchor and was taken into the direction of Charlotte's choosing. She shot a glance at her bride as if to say I'm sorry, before she was swallowed up by the crowd completely.

"Lottie," she exasperatedly sighed as soon as she was pulled away. Daphne was happy to see Charlotte. Truly. Even if she was annoyed by the execution of it all. It was a ploy, getting Daphne away from Kara, the second they walked in. The lack of acknowledgment of Kara on Charlotte's part didn't go unnoticed either. Whatever she thought of Kara, whether Charlotte simply believed her to be a fling of Daphne's or only a placeholder, would be corrected tonight. Charlotte would know exactly who Kara was to Daphne.

"I could never hate you," Daphne said with a sigh. It was true. She could be angry with her sister, hurt by her too, but Daphne could never ever hate Charlotte. Just when she thought she'd seen it all, Charlotte was giving her the rarest gift she had to offer. An apology. While Daphne wanted to accept it, she was hesitate to. She still spoke ill of Kara and she completely disregarded her just now. Are those the actions of someone who's sorry?

Daphne gave Charlotte a look. Really? This again? If Kara was truly using Daphne like Charlotte seemed to think, she wouldn't subject herself to this monstrosity of an event. "If you're truly sorry like you say you are," she began, "you would give her a chance." She gave her another look, except her big brown eyes had soften some. "Please Lottie. I know you'd adore her if you gave her one."

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Lottie waves away the compliment for her mother with an errant hand, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Really her mother didn’t need another person telling her how great she is, they’ll all be singing her praises soon, Lottie thinks darkly, what a lovely widow Ignes will make.

“Why not?” She challenges, “I’ll admit even I find this all a bit gauche at times, but I think that’s more to do with the random guests than anything else.” She’s being cruel, eyes flashing at the thought of her siblings’ dates. “Some people really can’t take a hint.” Lottie sighs, focusing again on her companion with another sip of her champagne. “But you seem like the type to favor nights in some little pub or some seedy little dive bar.” The blonde smirks. “Don’t take that the wrong way, I mean it as a compliment. Posh people can be so dull sometimes, look at this crowd.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “I’m Lottie,” then extends her hand like a princess might bestow her favor upon some knight, expecting a kiss and pledge of loyalty in return.  

a part of her was relieved that she had guessed correctly, but there was another part of her that knew talking to any of the eversley's was asking for trouble. she thought back to campbell's warning the other day. best be on your toes. the eversleys can be… particular. should she really risk talking to lottie? flirting with her? probably not but it was too late now.

"well then, my regards to your mother, this is a lovely party," she says, wondering where they matriarch of the family was. dany didn't see her often, she worked closer with charles. she's heard rumors of how this girl took after her father the most, dany wondered how true that was.

she smirks when lottie confidently agrees with her complement. she liked a confident woman. "i don't normally come to these types of things," she answered honestly. should she tell her that she was just a staff member? she knew a lot of people like her looked down upon staff, thinking of them as nothing more than the help and not worth their time. "maybe i should start making it a habit of it if this is the scenery i get to look at." of course, she didn't mean the fancy decorations or the vineyard.

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lottie: are you fucking kidding? no i can't, you know them lottie: daph gets to be soft, imogen & adri get to be messy, hector is perfect, and i have to be the favorite lottie: you know i can't say anything lottie: its fine pretend i didn't say anything, i need to drink more

campbell: i wont say anything campbell: lottie, they're your family. of course you can show your emotions. campbell: didn't he name a successor in the will? surely he has everything sorted... campbell: im sure daph doesnt hate you, just talk to her. campbell: take deep breaths.

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lottie: fuck lottie: you can't say anything, please cam - he just told us tonight but no one else knows lottie: ha, you think i can show them any weakness? please thats even worse lottie: mother's never really cared about me, everyones going to be fighting for what bit they think they can get from him, and even daph hates me now lottie: fuck

campbell: what ??? campbell: i know he was sick but he's dying ??? campbell: im so sorry lottie campbell: its okay, you're going to be okay. you have your siblings, your mom, me. you'll get through this lottie.

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This place is best at sunrise and sunset, watercolor pinks and purples bleeding across the sky give even the harshest corners of the estate a softness not found elsewhere. Lottie knows the very best spot to watch said sunsets, and only begrudgingly shares this with Adrian. That, and she thinks it will be funny to watch him try and climb through the window. She’s right of course, but her laughter has a harsh, almost hollow sounding edge.

“Thank you,” even though she’s got a tumbler full of gin and tonic, but he doesn’t have to know that. “So you’re like, actually sober this time?” Lottie arches a brow, impressed. “Good for you, Adri, why in god’s name did you come back here then?” It's half a joke but falls flat. She sighs, taking a sip of the champagne. “I was a bitch to Daphne’s date like last year and so she hasn’t really been talking to me much. Like seriously I was only trying to protect her, you know how she gets – all hopeless romantic fucking coffee shop AU meet-cute bullshit and she thinks it's endgame.” Her brow furrows as she rambles, eyes narrowing as she recalls he’s also brought someone new. “And what about you? Showing up with fucking Bambi when you know Daddy is sick and also kinda mad at you.”

who: adrian & charlotte (@quccnbees) where: castle roof

there’s nothing graceful about the way adrian squeezes his 6’5” frame out the window and onto the roof, balancing a champagne flute in one hand and a can of san pellegrino in the other. he finds lottie and immediately understands why she’s chosen this particular spot as her secret hideaway (well, their secret now); tucked away from prying eyes while still offering a beautiful view of the horizon and of the lush, green landscape surrounding them. adrian just needs to remind himself not to look down.

“cristal.” he introduces the champagne he hands to lottie and takes a seat next to her on the tiles; a lit cigarette soon slipping between his lips. “so, are you going to tell me what’s been pissing you off lately or did you just ask me out here to watch the sunset?” he questions, because no matter how hard she tries to hide it, adrian knows his sister well enough to tell when something’s off.

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lottie: you did? lottie: don't say things you don't mean cam I lottie: fuck lottie: none of it fucking matters anyway, he'll be gone in like six months lottie: he's fucking dying and the vultures are circling and i don't know what to do and im scared but no one can know bc i don't get to be scared or weak and im supposed to know what to do otherwise whats the point lottie: nevermind lottie: its fine im so fine ignore me lottie: have fun with eden

campbell: I alwayys thoght abot youu, likee, how you were doin an stufff… evry time you'd leav, I'd jus sit ther waitin, waitin for you to txt me sayin you're comin backkk… campbell: you made thiss place feel lesss like a prisson… campbell: you kno there’s no reality for us. i’m not honrbl. no titles or high names. i made my monney. my parents are just teachrs. our worlds are wayyy too differnt, lottie.

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“God, you have no idea,” Lottie huffs, following her brother’s line of sight to the woman who against all odds managed to stick around, despite her very best efforts. For Daphne, she will make an effort, and by that she means she will absolutely fake being nice whilst employing all of her considerable talents and charm into figuring out exactly what her fucking deal is. Only Hector is privy to the truth of Lottie’s cruelty and intentions – Daphne always sees the best in her, but her oldest brother knows all the ways they both favor their father.

“I did my best, H, and it nearly cost me Daphne.” A flash of weakness, too much truth or vulnerability. Lottie runs an errant hand through blonde curls, centering herself again in this moment. “Shall we divide and conquer? I promised Daph I’d give Karol a chance – so I’ll take care of Miss Miami Beach,” she nods in the direction of Adrian’s influencer, “and you handle the other, it will be kinder coming from you.”

setting: stood by the fountain, overlooking the guests trying out the family's wines.

From above, everyone looks small, like little chess pieces he could easily move around a board. Most importantly, however, it gives them the best view to observe. The fountain's statue casts a shadow over them as Hector watches one person in particular: Kara Silvers.

A sip of wine, his favourite red, does little to rid of the bitter taste in his mouth. "She's very American, isn't she?"

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lottie: you have? lottie: really? lottie: thats not what i meant you know that

campbell: bc lottie ur d ad is not nice sumtimes campbell: ive thought abt us campbell: but u sai d it urself campbell: ur not stupid to be w someone srs like me likw ur siblings

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lottie: how do you know? did he say that? also why would it matter? lottie: im my own person cam lottie: and also like lottie: i mean lottie: would you even lottie: nevermind

campbell: ouch. campbell: ur d ad wouldnever allow it. my place is h andlin the monies.

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Presumably dinner was spectacular, Lottie can’t bring herself to eat more than a few bites. Her too sharp mind far too busy trying to work out the implications of her father’s little speech all whilst maintaining the perfect bright and shiny Lottie-ness. It gets a little exhausting sometimes, but she’ll never admit to that. She might have, once to Daphne, but that option seemingly is no longer on the table. So she drinks champagne and flashes that cruel little smile – feeling all frayed edges and live wire.

“Mother puts on the parties,” Lottie corrects, head tilting slightly as she sizes up the new comer. “But everyone comes to see him.” Her eyes drift just slightly to where her father stands talking to some major banker, if she recalls correctly, and knows he will likely leave the party shortly. Her attention snaps back at the compliment, wicked little grin unfurling. “I know,” Lottie shrugs, halfway between playful and a challenge. “But I don’t know you – why is that?”

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as dinner started to come to a close and the tables started to be abandoned for bathrooms or smoke breaks, dany found herself leaning back in her chair and watching the room around her. thankfully the wine that's been pushed all night has helped her ease up a little, the tension she's felt since the soiree started has started to leave her. now, she could at least try to enjoy herself. she scanned the room, watching the people who were still milling around waiting for the next event to start or finishing up their dinners.

her eyes fell upon a blonde, a blonde that looked familiar but only because dany was pretty sure she had entertained her older sister at the bar a couple days ago. she must be one of the eversley twins, but which one? between the confidence she held and the dress she was wearing, she could only assume it was charlotte. she had heard about her, quick as a whip and dangerous with her words. dany liked danger. picking up her glass of wine, dany got up from her seat and crossed the room to the girl. "your father puts on quite the party," she said, praying she guessed right that this was an eversley heir and not some other hot blonde with looks to kill. "but i must say, you are stunning in that dress," she adds on, eyeing the girl.

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lottie: and a liar lottie: what did you mean you couldn't have shown up with me?

campbell: i do ... i am a glu tton for ppain. campbell: uihhh nothin!

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lottie: oh please lottie: you like when i'm mean lottie: wait what ?????

campbell: yea i should keep my t rap shut campbell: well aware ur not like ur siblins campbell: eden n i just friends dont be mean campbell: not like i could hav showed up w u!

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lottie: are you drunk? lottie: wild lottie: daddy has other things to worry about, besides he knows i'm not stupid enough to ever be serious with someone like that, i'm not adrian or daphne. lottie: why are you drunk texting me? eden not entertaining enough for you? i could have told you that.

imessage >> lottie & camp.

campbell: sooooo you n dany hmm? campbell: i hope ur dad didn t see @quccnbees

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when: 16:45 where: vineyard entry who: lottie & @tendcrbones

“Daph!” Lottie calls out across the arriving, mingling crowd. Of course her twin is in black, and – Lottie’s eyes narrow at the sight of that woman beside her. Kate or Caroline or whatever her fucking name is managed to stick around, and even earn an invite to meet the parents. She half hopes Daphne’s finally grown a backbone and is doing this out of spite. But Lottie knows her sister like she knows herself and the truth is likely much worse. Clearly Daphne needs Lottie to protect her from things like this – she should have pushed harder over the past few months. But for now, at least, Charlotte Eversley will attempt something rarely seen – apologizing.

“Why didn’t you come see me straight away when you got in? Nevermind –“ Lottie throws her arms around her sister and gives her a swift kiss on each cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here, they’ve finally got someone who makes a French blonde the way I like it.” Lottie intertwines their fingers then pulls her in the direction of the bar, without a second glance for her sister’s guest.

“Do you still hate me terribly?” She asks when they are alone. “I am sorry,” a lie, “you know how protective of you I am, I worried she was using you.” Summoning her most sincere face, Lottie faces her sister with a slight pout. “Promise you’ll forgive me?”

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walking god complex - lottie eversley at the sunset soirée

king - florence + the machine || perfect places - lorde || good luck, babe - chappell roan || down bad - taylor swift || pretty girls - renee rapp || bsc - maisie peters || satanist - boygenius

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Lottie’s mature enough to admit the one benefit of the estate over her home in London is the expansive ground for Hazel. She’s a good mother, the best mother any dog could want really – and so she’s half-awake nursing a quad espresso whilst her poodle runs free amongst the gardens. This place is always at its best at sunrise and sunset. The colors bleed across the dewy gardens and fountains spring to life – for a moment Charlotte is the only one who exists and everything might be perfect.

She takes another sip of her drink and glances around, searching for Hazel. She turns and walks straight into someone so solidly muscled that she practically bounces off them and loses her balance.

“Fuck!” Lottie screams, flat on her ass in the dewy lawn covered in her espresso. Violent eyes glare up at the culprit. “Literally isn’t your entire job to be aware of your surroundings?” Hazel runs over, alternating between licking Lottie’s arm and barking at the man standing over her. “Hazel, calm.” The barking stops, and Lottie pulls herself to her feet.

“This side of the estate is typically empty until midday, it's why I bring Hazel here so early. She likes to run.”  Lottie gathers herself, squaring her shoulders against the man who is now supposedly the head of their security. “What brings you way out here so early, sir?”

Having been called to a potential security risk on the other side of the estate, Theodore had chosen today to walk. He wasn't particular concerned about the so called threat as he had been at this job a long time and could tell the difference between something serious and a waste of his time. There was no doubt in Theo's head that this was a waste of his time, but this was his job and he did his job to the best of his ability. Theodore decided he would cut across the castle courtyard today, a little shortcut he'd learn over the many years of living and working on the estate. Theo was busy texting away on his phone, leaving instructions to his second and third in command for what they were to do while he was away from the guardhouse. Theo was muttering to himself, "No.. no.. no.. that's not- no.."

Therefore, he was completely engrossed in the device in his hands that he hadn't heard nor seen the other individual, so there was no way he wouldn't be able to avoid them if they decided to talk straight into him.

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( renee rapp. cis fem (?). she/her. ) - let me introduce you to a member of the eversley family, charlotte eversley is the middle daughter. they are twenty-six and are known as the queen bee to the family because they are obsessive, clever, and cruel when you get to know them, you think about legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pen; the constant struggle between imposter syndrome and god complex but they’re still an eversley, nonetheless.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Charlotte Alexandria Eversley

Nickname:  Lottie, Lots, Char, Charlie (at your own risk)

Birthday: May 7, 1998

Place of Birth: Eversley Estate, Hampshire, England

Places Lived Since: Oxford, UK; Leiden, NL; Cambridge, US; London, UK

Current Residence: London, in a townhouse absolutely paid for by her father

Notable Family Members: Hazelnut Eversley ( child, 2 year old standard poodle ); Daphne Eversley ( twin sister, best friend ); Adrian Eversley ( older brother ); Imogen Eversley ( older sister ); Hector Eversley ( oldest brother ); Charles Eversley ( father, idolizes ); Ignes Eversley ( mother, pities )

PHYSICAL:

Faceclaim: Reneé Rapp

Height: 5’7

Build: curvy  

Hair Color: blonde  

Eye Color: blue

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: always wearing one of her father’s old watches, several piercings in both ears, a good amount of tattoos ( will be expanded upon )

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: playing with her hair when anxious, drumming her nails, being cruel for sport

PERSONALITY:

Occupation: lawyer for her father’s company

Education: Law Degree from Oxford University, LLM from Harvard Law School

Languages Spoken: English, French, passable Dutch, Latin because she’s annoying

Positive Traits: outgoing, ambitious, dedicated, meticulous, clever

Negative Traits: obsessive, manipulative, vindictive, cruel, arrogant

Likes: iced coffee, glitter gel pens, the oxford comma, a particularly tricky legal argument, early 2000s chick flicks, singing chappell roan after three espresso martinis at karaoke

Dislikes: sloppy writing, boston as a concept, playing nice, the legal ambiguity of working for your father, birds kept as pets, losing at anything, being lied to  

Aesthetic: perfectly crafted citations; falling asleep to the comforting sounds of the city; fighting dirty, because you don’t know any other way; a turning page in a silent library; your father is the worst man alive, you are his favorite daughter; the sound of expensive heels across marble lobbies; is it worse to be doomed by the narrative, or haunted by it?

HISTORY:

The fourth child, the second daughter, the older twin – she’s nearly as middle as a middle child could be. And yet she’s the one gifted a variation of her father’s name. Perhaps it's a coincidence, or Ignes merely liked the name – Lottie doesn’t know, she wasn’t fully conscious yet at the time of her naming. But it matters. It has to matter – names carry meaning, to name something is to grant it power, worth. Charlotte’s spent her entire life trying to prove herself worthy of her father’s affection and trust.

The older twin by a mere ten minutes, Charlotte comes out screaming. Daphne follows, setting the pattern for most of their lives. Charlotte is bright and bold – the sun, but not warmth: a burning, blazing pursuit of power, anger and armor in a pretty blonde package. Daphne her moon – ethereal and lovely, quiet with dark hair and dark eyes; reflecting back the brightness and burn, a guiding light in the darkness.

They are a package deal, something Lottie makes quite clear to everyone in that poison laced honey way of hers. The Queen Bee reigns with her sister close by – gaining power through a combination of charm, manipulation, and other, crueler accusations that never stick. Charlotte’s not just the popular girl – she’s also obsessive to a fault, a perfectionist who absolutely won’t accept failure. She’s naturally clever, of course, but not everything comes so easily – she just makes it look like that. Sleepless nights full of self-loathing and relentless dedication to whatever subject is giving her trouble result in near perfect marks and a lifelong tendency to dance right on the edge of self-destruction.

Perfection leads to Oxford, of course, and despite her best-efforts, Lottie’s never been all that good at numbers, so she studies the law. She loves a challenge, the intricacies and various loopholes that craft something particularly clever and weighty. Two years at Oxford, then her third year in Leiden, studying international & European law. The family business is international, so it’s the obvious choice. But it's the first time she’s away from Daphne, and it takes a toll. Daphne goes dark, but Lottie burns hotter and faster. She’s crueler – like something has been torn away and left all her edges jagged and sharp.

Daphne publishes a novel – and Lottie’s her biggest fan, bullying everyone she knows into buying a copy or two. She’s always known her sister was capable of greatness, hated anyone who dismissed Daphne’s shyness or kindness as weakness. The success of Daphne’s novel is probably the only time Charlotte’s ever let herself be truly, selflessly happy for someone else’s success. It lasts their final year at Oxford, but that’s not enough for Lottie. So she spends a year at Harvard gaining an LLM degree and a profound hatred for Boston. She returns to London, and naturally starts working for her father’s company. Here lies the biggest disconnect of Miss Charlotte Eversley’s young life – she idolizes her father, has spent her entire life living up to his name; but she’s also fought tooth and nail to prove that she deserves this position on merit, not her father’s name. She should work for an outside firm first, establish herself in the field. But he’s old, and his health is failing despite the façade they present to the public. So Charlotte falls in line, and weaponizes her beauty and cleverness against anyone who’s foolish enough to suggest she’s not earned her position.

EXTRAS:

She currently lives in a townhouse in London with her only child, a 2-year-old chocolate colored standard poodle named Hazelnut.

Chaotic bisexual

She and Daphne attended the last night of the Eras Tour LA in August, 2023 together ( 1989 tv was announced ) but then had a huge argument after the concert due to Lottie being a bitch to Daphne’s date & accusing them of only being with her for the family money. The twins have been on bad terms / estranged ever since

She loves all her siblings and would commit atrocities for them, but they are still subject to her harshest judgement ( except for Daphne up until last year ) and she’s never been one to mince words. Still – it's very much ‘only I can say that about them, I’ll ruin anyone else who dare say so.’

She is left-handed.

Her father is the only one to call her Charlie.