#delphine stclair

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @delphine--stclair WHEN: September 24'. WHERE: Delphine's residence.

It'd been on his mind for a while. Transitioning out of being on Delphine's detail -- he needed more, he didn't just want it. The ups and downs of the last three and a half years was monumental. And in that, he'd finally managed to find some kind of purposes. Protecting her life, although he'd never outwardly say it, had been one of the biggest achievements in his life. Something he'd never thought would've been possible before Évelyné had put him forward for the position.

Olivier, though, dreamed of rising in the ranks. And becoming more than a personal body shield for someone else. There was an art form in what he did, there was no doubt. And yet, when he was around Yves...he admired the man. His and Delphine's relationship had always been contentious, with a fine, fine line between friendship and hatred. To which, they'd teetered on the edge so any times.

Bored, was what he was. Standing guard by the window, he'd spent the better part of the last hour silently checking people wandering past, and rotating in the room for anything that was thought to be untoward. Clearing his throat, he realised he'd hardly spoken today, an uncommon trait for the giant that was towering in her home.

"Is there anything more you need to do?"

[odilestpierre]

It was in the laughter that they found their way to the circle of tents that were undoubtedly filled with cretins they'd both rather avoid: Odile, thankfully, had been placed with the more tasteful of the two delegations. "It's a good job, we're a pretty demanding bunch, aren't we?" Although, if she did say so herself, Laurent was the most needy of them all. She missed teasing him, winding him up until he was just about to snap, and then cooling off...so she could repeat. And he was no better...where do you think she'd learned it from?

At the mention of Olivier's name, she decidedly didn't push further: she settled on agreeing. Odile had known Olivier since her arrival in London and was very much aware of his prone nature to fuck up. Her friendship with him was of no consequence, unless it was on his arse...then she might have whispered in Delphine's ear once or twice...

A friend. He was learning...all that bullshit.

"Well, if it's a break you're in need of, then you're with the right girl..." she didn't care that she had to buy her own drinks, but that hot tub? "We need to find the rich people, the ones that like us...that hot tub is calling mine name." and the second she got a line in her, the party truly would begin.

The work part, however, she wasn't impressed with. "Do we have to work, or can I buy them? I have money, I'll pay more. I don't care. I don't do manual labour."

Delphine rarely laughed and didn't smile unless it was actually genuine. People would get a smirk now and then, but when interacting with her people, she found herself letting her guard drop just a little bit.

At Odile's comment, she let out a genuine laugh and make an arm gesture. "What can I say? I know what my people need," she teased. She wanted to ask about Laurent, but wasn't sure if she should bring it up or not, especially since their phones had to be given up.

"Yes, he's free to do...whatever the hell it is that he does." She said, waving a hand in the air. "The last thing I need to deal with is living in a poor tent with a Rutherford and Olivier hovering over me. That would add extra stress on both sides but most especially mine." She admitted. "Plus, I need a break from the guy." She linked her arm with the other womans and started walking away from their poor tents. "So...any idea on the type of 'work' we're supposed to do to earn drinks around this place?"

[emine--yalaz]

where: smoke and mirrors who: @delphine--stclair when: 20th of October, 2024

It was the third time that Emine had seen Delphine that she couldn't keep herself rooted in her chair. With all the thoughts that bombarded her mind lately, action had to come soon and decisions would be made. The fact that she was even contemplating this option, if someone would have asked her a year ago, she would have laughed in their face, seemed surreal. Strange how life can change in a blink of an eye.

Coercing herself from her seat, she stood, hands smoothing over the dolce black dress she was wearing, knowing that she had to make an impression and break her bank account, the brunette took a deep breath before making her way over to the bar where the blonde was sitting.

Everyone in her life was making decisions that seemed to suit them, that it was her turn to take a page from their book on that matter.

Emine slipped into the empty seat, one still empty between them, placing her order with the bartender before turning to the woman that could potentially hold her future in their hands. "Mademoiselle St. Clair ?" A pause. "I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time."

[varden-lefebvre]

@delphine--stclair Event: Fight Club 2025 - During the women's rounds.

Well, witnessing Giordana's fight felt a little bit like he'd just committed a crime.

With a glass of cognac in hand and a grimace firmly painting his weathered features, Varden sought out an all-too-familiar face amongst the French crowd in an attempt to cleanse his fucking palate. Often, she proved a safe haven when he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of company, and as was a surprise to none, tonight was one of those occasions. Varden's own fight wasn't any kind of looming anxiety—it was only ever going to go one way, and they all knew that—but some of the match ups for the other French fighters concerned him.

Taking a sip from his own glass, he extended a coupe of champagne in the direction of the blonde as soon as she was in earshot. A sight for sore eyes, as always.

"Not overly attached to Olivier, are we?"

[canetetienne]

@delphine--stclair

Étienne had never been without a plan. Something was always going on in that head of his, but recently? There was just anger. Not something that was to be taken lightly. What he wanted wasn't just to get even, he wanted to exterminate Russians and the ones that brought them in. In his eyes - they were one and the same, it made no difference to him. There were no excuses for the loss they had suffered.

He didn't care about their families, about their lives. He just wanted them dead.

"So what's in that head of yours?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer. That rare moment where he settled just enough to have a moment of peace. Though it wasn't that at all. Just a moment where time stood still. "Tell me what you want to do."

[lararutherford]

@delphine--stclair Location: The Kingdom Hotel, Westminster. Dated: 10/9/24.

God, the hotel was beautiful. Truly, a league above anything her father could ever create in almost every manner. And as she glanced around the marble room, a sadness that had set itself deep in her soul, that had never fucking left it since he'd left her, once again clawed its way to the surface. She'd never see him smiling at the table to the left of the bar, his table, again. That was a tragedy still unpunished.

The blonde, unsurprisingly flanked by her entourage, caught her attention quickly. Lara hadn't brought company tonight, but to expect St. Clair to do the same would've been unreasonable given current circumstances. Perhaps, the gesture would put the woman at ease with regards to her motives. There were no manipulative tactics at play here. Nothing ulterior, hostile or malicious. At least, not toward the St. Clairs...

She gestured at the bottle of champagne between them. Help yourself.

The Rutherford was eager to get down to business, and end this exchange before she had to endure too much time in the woman's company. It was not the kind of meeting that called for idle chitchat. Yet, she couldn't help herself. It wouldn't ease the anguish, because deep down, she already knew the answer, but...just one question.

"Is Laurent awake yet?"

[nadezhdaxyuryeva]

where: lyaness who: @delphine--stclair

It was hard not to notice the blonde when she came in, the Russian blending well within the environment, a skill that befitted her. Timing was key, in all that she did, tonight bringing a different purpose. This was not her intended mark, but she was kin to one that she wished to bring down.

Tonight was about words and mind games, surrounded by the public eye, that neither wished to have on them. The brunette sauntered up next to the other at the bar, attention falling on the bartender. "I'll have a Negroni."

[olivier--fontaine]

★

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[damon-rutherford]

✉️, ø, &

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

Damon: I had always known we were gonna bang at some point.Damon: I have instincts for these sort of things.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Damon: You said something about a dining table?Damon: I just left a bar and I’m in a break-a-furniture-and-do-it-in-the-living-room kind of mood.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Damon: Hey, don’t worry about what happens if people find out.Damon: I can protect you - from my family and yours, too.Damon: Just don’t let your pride get in the way and tell me if you need my help.

[lararutherford]

@delphine--stclair [text]

Lara: A word. Lara: Sooner rather than later would be preferable.

[olivier--fontaine]

⁇ ø @

“⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Olivier: I mis Paris.

Olivier: Why did we halve to come to London?

Olivier: I thought I wasn’t coming pack.

Olivier: Whyd you do this to me? Was this hall to spit me?

Olivier: Thanks dog for auto correct.

“ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Olivier: Come over.

Olivier: I’m desperate.

Olivier: I made way too much chicken alfredo and it won’t eat itself.

“@” for a SCARED text.

Olivier: I don’t think I’m getting out of this room alive.

[olivier--fontaine]

@delphine-stclair​

As the minute and hours ticked by, it’d felt like the longest night of the year. When Olivier and Delphine met up to make their way to the waiting car, however, it suddenly felt as if the night had been far too short. There were at least a dozen other Frenchman around them, and Olivier had the feeling that they’d likely all be up until dawn either at AU or somewhere else just as fun and exclusive. Whatever had happened in the hours before wasn’t enough to make the French forget their love of drinking and drugs and dancing and debauchery.

Olivier hooked his elbow for Delphine to hold onto if needed, eyeing the costume once more with an evidently impish smile. “I’m sure you’ve been told this a hundred times tonight, but you look beautiful,” he said. There was enough of a pause for him to take a breath before he continued. “Thank goodness Margaux isn’t here to see you dressed like a Rutherford, though.”

[olivier--fontaine]

@delphine-stclair

Olivier was on edge and more easily agitated than usual. Since Theo’s arrest he’d barely let Delphine out of his sight even when he should’ve had a schedule afternoon off while she was in the secured location of her own home. After what happened with Noa he was on the lookout for knives and guns around every corner; after Théo, he didn’t even know what to look for. This wasn’t just a violent attack on the French anymore, it went deeper than that - and blood was still shed, their own or a bystander’s, no matter what.

“I’m going to drive today,” Olivier informed Delphine as he entered the dining room. He’d started showing up even earlier than usual, most of the time arriving before breakfast was even brought out to the table. “Your regular driver is going to spend the day learning some good alternate routes. What’s on the agenda for today? Are you meeting with Aurélie at all?”

[olivier--fontaine]

@delphine-stclair

“The forecast says it’s going to be pretty dreary today,” Olivier stated, patting his pocket where he had a retracted travel umbrella stashed away inside his coat. “I hope you remembered your own umbrella.”

[olivier--fontaine]

@delphine-stclair

Olivier barely got any sleep, but that was something he’d gotten used to years and years ago and he knew how to deal with it. A cold shower, a hearty breakfast, and a cup of matcha tea, and he was ready to face the day. The doorman had informed Olivier that Delphine didn’t come home during the few hours he was asleep, so Olivier took his time making his way over there to greet her once she returned home. If something like this happened prior to Bali, he might’ve been more concerned, but he’d gotten used to working around Delphine’s nights away from her own bed (or in bed with unknown company) and he was nothing if not adaptable.

When he wasn’t very far from Delphine’s home, he received a text from the devil herself and knew from the words alone that his suspicions about who she’d kept company with last night were correct. He sent back a simple, “D’accord,” and continued on his stroll. After arriving, he exchanged pleasantries with the doorman who offered him the day’s newspaper. Not more than a few meters away was a bench where Olivier took up a seat and opened the newspaper patiently.

[damon-rutherford]

Is there anyone in the French organisation Damon would seek to spare from Rutherford punishment? Is there anyone outside of the French he wishes were a French loyalist to excuse having them killed etc?

He’d spare Delphine (I know he ripped into her, but he didn’t mean it). Aurélie, too. Maybe Théo. 

@delphine-stclair @theodorechaussard

Excuse to kill - not kill per se, but wouldn’t lose a night’s sleep if Katherine was caught by a stray bullet, heh.