#[ thread 001. delphine ]

[moorliit]

starter status: closed for @lilyofthevvlley (alaric x delphine) location: the beach - their special little spot

as much as they loved their life at see, loved being back home, walking on the hot sand and being on the other side of things for a time - no matter how long or short. the other part of it was getting to see della. "and here i thought the sun was going to go down before i got to see you," he called out as he leaned up from where he had been laying and looked in delphine's direction. "i think this might be the first time i've beaten you to our spot once the ship's docked..."

[saulweissberg]

availability / @delphinesaintmleux setting / saul's office, the weissberg law firm. timeline / monday, september 23rd, 2024 at 9:30 am.

it was incredibly routine, but one of his favorite parts of the job: meeting with a prospective new client. when he was a younger lawyer, there was a sharper drive to build his client base. he worked tirelessly—sacrificing his first marriage and relationship with his son—to rub shoulders with the right people, win over doubting senior staff, and hunt for rich clients willing to take a chance on a kid straight out of law school. there had been a ferocious hunger within his heart back then, willing to stay up all night in seedy clubs to keep a client and attend to every task the partners put before him. it was hard, hard work, but it had soon paid off. he was divorced at twenty-five and he only saw his son on the weekends, but professionally, he had made it. saul proved he had the mettle to go all the way. and he had. his client base in manhattan consisted mainly of the elite and the occasional pro bono case to prove he still had a heart, and he could physically swim in the amount of money he made every year.

he gave all that up for blue harbor. for thalia, though he hesitated to put any of it on her—for her sake. the location had been for her, but saul had been slowing down in the last decade. he became the partner that the junior associates and college interns yearned to impress. his client base was steel-solid and he thoroughly enjoyed collecting their retainer fees, but it had reasonably stagnated; new cases were given to new lawyers, wanting to prove their mettle, unless a rich client requested saul specifically. his name wasn’t included on the sign that read wachtell, lipton, rosen & katz, but being a non-equity partner had been enough for him for a very long time. not for forever, however. thalia had planted the seed about starting his own firm, though it had increasingly become a subconscious, secret desire, and his protégée was soon leaving his nest for another firm in the uk. why not give it all up for blue harbor? why not regain the hunger of a young lawyer and build his practice from the ground up?

why not? because, as it turned out, it would end his marriage. just like with terry and cassie, among other factors, his job trumped his spouse and anyone else in the world. it was in a different capacity, starting a firm instead of starting his career, but in some ways it was even worse. he had to work not only to build his client base, but to do it quickly in order to keep the lights on. to not fail before he even really started. now, three years later, his firm was thriving—he lost a lawyer in theodora, but gained one in berenice—and his client base was steadily building. it would never rival the one he had in manhattan, but the specialization of divorce was eternally fruitful, and he began to take on more estate and custody cases to pad out his clientele. his personal life crumbled—his son left, theo left, all three ex-wives lived in the same town with varying degrees of bitterness towards him—while his professional life soared, and he had come to accept that was just the sacrifice he made to be a lawyer. 

so, another day, another meeting! delphine saint mleux was a name that anyone who was anyone in certain social circles recognized, and seeing it listed on his schedule nearly knocked him back. what business could the ceo of serres communications possibly have in blue harbor? if he hadn’t valued client—even prospective clients—confidentiality, he would have contacted a few of his buddies in chicago that he knew worked on her embezzlement case for some information (and gossip). curious like he always was, he had eagerly awaited their meeting. sitting behind his desk, he rose instantly when the door opened and his new intern announced the arrival of ms. saint mleux. saul extended his hand in greeting. “good morning, ms. saint mleux. how are you?”

[annelouiseoosterhuis]

anne-louise took instant notice of the older blonde the moment she walked into the bar. she possessed everything that anne-louise had lacked: poise, grace, elegance. a sense of confidence that, even at the age of thirty-five, anne-louise did not have. could not have, maybe. certainly not the regular clientele of o'shea's, too classy for the likes of weaver ridge. she shrunk under the patron’s direct gaze, a tinge of blush coloring her cheeks. “sorry,” anne-louise sheepishly apologized, wringing her hands together. she hadn’t meant to be so possessive over the jukebox, but her fifteen year tenure at o’shea’s made the bar feel more like home than her actual home—a notion she wasn’t sure if she should be sad about or not—and it left her occasionally bratty about the music. “you’d be surprised how many people haven’t.” anne-louise remarked shyly, slightly giggling as if it wasn’t the absolute truth. it only got worse, too, instead of better. if she didn’t need the bartending gig to supplement her income, she would’ve quit years ago. she had tried to quit, but crawled right back after receiving her first paycheck from the local school district. unless teachers were suddenly paid better, o’shea’s would continue to be her home away from home. anne-louise wasn’t exactly surprised that the older woman hadn’t heard the current song before, as she seemed to be around her moms’ age. “carly rae jepsen!” she supplied the name happily, “she’s a canadian artist that a lot of people think is a one-hit wonder—call me maybe, you might remember it—but her whole discography is a lot more varied than just that.”

It wasn't liquid courage to face her wife and having been served divorce papers some time back that brought Delphine to the pub. Heartache was the driving force here. An establishment such as this wasn't one she'd stepped foot in for many years and so far she was enjoying the establishment. The distraction of noise — the music, the conversations, movements of patrons — was a reprieve from all that swarmed her head. So close and yet so far away from Valentine here in their hometown of Blue Harbor her mind for once wasn't turning over and over on business related things. As much as Delphine could let it linger, the marriage or lack thereof at the time, she couldn't hold up Val's life any longer. It was time to figure out how this would end. She'd moved from her lonely booth, a place the notorious CEO and billionaire had tucked herself away into, and headed for the jukebox. Fleetwood Mac felt like a much needed sound. While she had only started to peruse the collection available on the machine Delphine turned to the young woman that's called her out. "I'd never change a song midway through," she promised. A music lover to her core Delphine found a way to appreciate most anything. "I was brought up with some manners," she lightly joked. The blonde speaking to her looked so similar to a younger version of herself. Of course she'd famously been redheaded at the assumed age of the bartender. "Just looking at the catalogue. I think I've had pubs wrong my whole life," the beginnings of a jest, "never thought I'd hear music like this in one. Who is this? It's refreshing to hear a new voice."

[lefebvre-emilia]

Emilia was making her way around to let those know, that mattered, that she was in London. It had been some time since she had seen most of them, the last being the funeral in the summer. 

The blonde had made an appointment to see Delphine, knocking on her door a couple minutes before the scheduled time. 

“Madenmoiselle St. Clair, c’est Emilia. May I come in?”

@delphine-st-clair​

[slversoul]

FOR DELPHINE ( @perishedsoftly​ )​​

the night started off fine. no different than any other night. that was until they caught a flash of a familiar head of hair around the corner. they chalked it up to a trick of the light, and turned back to the conversation at hand, not thinking of it again. the second time was harder to pass off. a flash of her face in the corner of their eye. there was no easy explanation this time. they hadn’t thought of her in ages, did anything but think about the past, always pushing forward. now face-to-face with her in a quiet corner of the kitchen, it became clear to them what was happening. “i’m being haunted.” words stated plainly. no greeting. no apology. rather, something that felt like a simple statement on their part. 

[moonreflected-a]

“i’m sure you’ll understand any hesitance to trust you fully,  delphine,”   her poker face is excellent,  cultivated over so many years of hiding,  and running,  and protecting her own.   “my family is what’s most important to me,  you see,  and i can’t risk anything happening to them.” 

@coeurdechiot   |   siobhan & delphine   |   sc (closed).

[kaia-knight]

It had been days since Kaia had last seen a ghost, over a week, but Kaia still felt shaken by the apparitions. It felt like every time she closed her eyes she saw the distorted face of someone she loved. Kaia just wanted to relax and unwind, and as it was Friday that meant going to Howl and getting drunk. Walking up to the bar Kaia spotted a familiar blonde sitting alone in a nearby booth. Kaia hadn’t spoken much to Delphine before, which meant she was one of the Davenports Kaia was unsure about. Despite Gale, and Hunter, and Claire Kaia still had reservations about asking Dinah to join their pack. Jack being the main one. Not wanting to drink alone and deciding this was a good opportunity to get to know Delphine better Kaia approached the booth carrying a fishbowl with two straws. “Mind if I join you? I was taught never to drink alone and I really don’t think I should drink this all myself.” @the-darling-miss-davenport

[solarsought]

okay but consider delphine capturing vecna/henry/001 in her body ala nick scratch in that one season of caos... imagine!!! he doesn't get to hurt max she thwarts his plan and she’s stuck like that until they can figure out a way to get rid of him for good. the two internally dialoguing both fighting for control of her body 24/7 her friends trying to draw her out to get help from her. i need threads like this with friends and with henry i beg of you.

[slversoul]

FOR DELPHINE ( @perishedsoftly​ )

he stood there, under the arch of the doorway, watching the people dance and laugh and sway in time with the music. there was a disconnect between him and the rest of the party. theodore padget registered the lights and the music and all of the people, but he felt a million miles away. he shouldn’t be here. the words playing over and over in his mind like a broken record. his hands were shaking as his brain looked for a way out. but he couldn’t move. he was frozen in place, watching the scene in the same way he watched movies at the theaters. the beat of his heart was dull. everything was dull expect for the one thing he wanted to be quiet. he forced his feet to move, feeling like his shoes were made of concrete. like a statue come alive for the first time, he walked to the kitchen, almost in a trance. searching the cabinets frantically, he looked for the stuff hidden away. a spirit watching himself do this, he had no control over what was happening. that included when he ran into them. “delphine,” he said, using that as a grounding point to the space they were in, even if they were the last person he wanted to see. “do you know where to find the stuff stronger than this shitty beer? drinking toilet water would taste better than this.”  

[moorliit]

"i think it's perfectly normal to want dress up once in awhile. especially when you're wearing the same type of thing day in and day out," myth replied, smiling at delphine. "perhaps you can wear it on a date? or just a night out with some friends. i've always lived by the motto that you don't need an occasion to wear a dress like that."

with a dreamy sigh, delphine allowed herself to stare longingly at the piece in the window, wondering how it would lay against her body. "well, thank you," she said with a blush. "i don't usually venture out of my daycare worker wardrobe, but... it's not the end of the world to want to look pretty, is it?"

[cryptidiots]

strangeperfectionss​:

“i guess i’m just kind of getting sick of it all. the constant demand for my time, for my life to be a public spectacle. i just wanted to be an actress, i never wanted to be famous.”

“...i really, really wish i had advice for that one. like... some people get to do that and they have a fanbase, but it’s less intense. but some people blow up and people are weird about it and there’s not really a way to know who’s going to experience which. ...have you considered doing more theater? it’s a little less, uh, this,” she rambles, waving her hand vaguely to encompass it all.

[moorliit]

there were so manay things that transpired between the two of them that left ric feeling comfortable. it might have been because they were so close but alaric couldn't help but wonder if he felt comforable with delphine because of some other underlying reason. "a secret admirer? and how did you come to find this out?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying not to sound jealous.

[plantfeed]

"uh, i'm a little rusty. i think the worst one i ever said to a lass was something like..." he shifts his body language into an exaggerated attempt at a younger, freer finn. "damn girl, are you a coffin, because i wanna be inside you." shrugging, finn takes another glug of his whiskey, ashamed and amused in equal measure. "i mean, she married me, so... can't have been that bad." but come to think of it, that was probably more to do with what went on when he wasn't speaking than his lame attempts at flirting.

Closed Starter: @plantfeed

"Please tell me you have a better pick up line than that, Finn." she replied fondly, taking his hand in hers and giving it a little squeeze, "How's the holiday been treating you?"

[moorliit]

"oh i think you're not giving yourself enough credit," myth said softly, taking a step closer to admire the frock on display in the window. "i think you would look absolutely charming in that, by the way. but no, you weren't blocking my view. it's hard not to look at anything on display when i walk past here."

closed starter for: @moorliit muses: delphine x utp location: outside/inside midnight silk

"what! oh, me? no, i don't usually wear such... fancy things, i'm window shopping, more than anything. i'd probably look silly in that, really, was i blocking your view? i'm sure you would look amazing in anything!"

[moorliit]

"well, don't you?" alaric teased, getting up from his spot in the sand and walked in closer to the rock della was pearched on. "in all our years meeting like this, i think i've only beaten you a handful of times." it didn't matter who got there first though - they would have waited day and night for delphine to be the first person he saw. leaning against the rock, alaric smiled and kissed the top of her head as he had hundreds of times before. "it was good - too long. i missed you too, della."

[lefebvre-emilia]

delphine-st-clair​:

“I do have plans for you, Emilia,” the thought had crossed her mind as soon as she heard about the shelter, “I can build up your social profile, make sure the press is talking about you and the work you’ve been doing to save those poor women. The noble cause of the shelter is all good and well, but there’s more you can do with that than save a dozen women. A charity gala here, a fundraiser there, throw in a tearful interview from a woman you saved… it’s a good foundation to build connections, valuable connections. And at the end of the day, this is Russians we’re talking about. Don’t be too upset for missing out on the action - the danger might find you still. All I ask, and Varden too, is you don’t go seek for it.”

--

Emilia listened intently to what Delphine was saying to her. It made a lot of sense of what she could bring to the table, and she also new Varden would be more appreciative of this being her life. If pained the blonde to give up on the more physical aspect, but she could at least do this to settle down.

"I think that is a smart idea. With your help I could start shedding light towards the social injustice to human trafficking, perhaps slip a name or two." There was a genuine smile on her facial features. "I would need a couple days to set things up and then we can get the ball rolling."