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Madeline Cleroux | 26 | Witch Hybrid~

[cleroux-madeline]

dominic-neumann​:

Oh, you’re-…I was more going for your name, but I catch your drift.

Bottling our emotions and avoiding problems, my specialty. I’ll have what you’re having.

Oh... Madeline.

Good – let’s see if we can’t turn this place into something fun while it still stands.

[cleroux-madeline]

asteriaxszymanski​:

I laugh in the face of tolerance, babe.

Try the life of a courtesan, sweetie, no one wanted a waist over nine inches. A round of drinks and we’ll play my favorite game, who is hot enough to kiss.

You and are going to get along fine.

Courtesan? Now that sounds interesting. I’ll buy the first round, you find our first subject.

[cleroux-madeline]

dylanxhainsworth​:

“I am a pretty face among other things.” Dylan retorted, yanking open one of many cabinets in the kitchen before retrieving a bottle of brandy from way in the back. “Let’s get drunk enough so I can’t feel that pretty face of mine.”

Madeline watched Dylan as he moved to the cabinets, a pleased smile taking over her face when he pulled a bottle from one. “Now, that is a plan.”

[cleroux-madeline]

valentina-kent​:

Oof, that is a loaded question but basically it boils down to ‘was I messed up in the head before I was turned into a walking wolf bat, or did this happen after?’. Cheers to bad decisions.

How about you?

Oh, the torture of us becoming half alive and half dead is definitely partially at fault.

I’m trying to come to terms with being forced into a murderer. Witches have always been protectors of life – well, most of them. Now, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be.

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jaegoxrhys​:

Am I supposed to disregard the fact that you drank my expensive brandy without me? What best friend does that?

My dear, I have a taste that I have refined after centuries, everyone has no taste.

The kind you consider family.

Maybe you should try slumming it, might loosen a few of your buttons. It never hurts to get in touch with your roots after a few centuries.

[cleroux-madeline]

dominic-neumann​:

And what do they actually call you then?

Witch Bitch... Demon... Hybrid Trash... Monster... would you like me to go on?

Or can we drink and forget how wrong the world has become?

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caleb-thelionheart​:

It is, or else I wouldn’t be so successful as a bar owner.

Handsome and successful, it’s truly unfortunate that all the best eye candy of this town are taken.

Does the successful bartender know how to make a cocktail, or are we a strict spirits establishment.

[cleroux-madeline]

asteriaxszymanski​:

Hell, yes, I’m ready for a night of getting smashed until I either black out or my tolerance fails me.

Tolerance is overrated, mon cheri.

All my life has been about practise and control. Now – after everything has gone to hell – I plan to have fun.

[cleroux-madeline]

dominic-neumann​:

Unless you want to be labelled a raging alcoholic, we don’t care to play into stereotypes.

I’ve been called worse.

[cleroux-madeline]

jaegoxrhys​:

Yes, it is, but you are drinking trash. You are a friend of mine, we only drink with expensive class around here.

Friend? What happened to best friend.

I also resent the implication that I’m tacky with no taste.

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valentina-kent​:

It definitely is, I can’t seem to drink fast enough.

So what has you drowning your sorrows tonight? You know, besides the obvious hideousness of hybridism.

[cleroux-madeline]

dylanxhainsworth​:

Only if you don’t have a slow metabolism. I think I know where Jae keeps the good liquor.

And here I thought you were just a pretty face Dylan. Stealing from Jaego sounds like an amazing idea.

[cleroux-madeline]

What? Isn’t ‘drinking your problems away’ a necessity for those who live in this town?

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ravenna chastain‌:

Who knew alliances could be this freeing and worthwhile? My worries have decreased somewhat. 

Is there really time for a glass of wine? You know, with impending death hanging over our heads.

[cleroux-madeline]

eloise bellefleur‌:

Is this not what bad bitches do? Dye their hair when they say fuck it to the world?

Potentially. But it seems pretty worthless now?

[cleroux-madeline]

{ dylan }

“I know.” Dylan pressed his lips to the top of her head and gently pulled away, his hands resting on her shoulders. “I’ll bring you home, alright? You, me, Jae, the others…we’ll figure this out.”

Madeline chewed down on her bottom lip, “How? How do we make any of this okay? They’ll want a witch hunt.”

[cleroux-madeline]

{ eloise }

That’s a blessing in disguise, sweetheart. You don’t want to know.

Not knowing makes it worse. At least I could honour them all properly then.