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"sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue.
oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect.
the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole.
be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if ichor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.
"The magic of reality is neither supernatural nor a trick, but – quite simply – wonderful". - Richard Dawkins
LEGAL NAME : Raine Emilia Delacroix
ALIAS(ES) : Raine Moreaux. Moreaux, The Librarian, Rainy-Day, Rainy
DATE OF BIRTH : January 10, 1982
GENDER : Cisgender female
PLACE OF BIRTH : Arlington, VA
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Usually Dunning in Chicago, but she travels between the different branches of her family's established Libraries as the current Keeper of the Moreaux Family.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English, Latin, Hebrew, Icelandic, French, and she dabbles in some other more occult languages.
EDUCATION : Masters in Library and Information Science, Bachelors in Mythology and Occultism. Raine is extremely well studied in all things occult from multiple mythologies and faiths worldwide, and took time after her youngest daughter was born to travel and study other cultures up close.
OCCUPATION : Supernatural Librarian, Occasional Exorcist, Hunter (if a being is actively harming a person or area)
HAIR COLOR : Blond
EYE COLOR : Blue
HEIGHT : 5’ 8’’
RACE / ETHNICITY : American (Family originally from France)
CHILDREN : Rune Delacroix (22, Hunter), Rhys Moreaux Delacroix (22, Librarian), River Moreaux (18, Student)
PETS : Lavender (Persian cat), Lily (False Water Cobra), Seine (A little water sprite that's fond of the lake on their family property, very attached to Raine)
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CW ;; This is basically Rune during an event her father has forced her to attend. While it doesn't directly deal with some of the things she was put through as part of her training, it def isn't like...without its triggers. it's rough, v. stream of consciousness, and I really didn't try to like refine it so...it might be piss XD;
[ Inspiration Song ]
"We couldn't be more proud of her, of course. The Delacroix name rests on incredibly reliable shoulders."
The sound of Roman's voice was like daggers in her ears, an assault as he kept his hand on her shoulder. It was as much to keep her in line as it was a warning. Tonight's banquet at the estate was about one thing. Appearance. Rhys and her mother were already off to one side, mingling away from Roman's influence…but he didn't have to make sure he had control of her twin brother, or her mother. Sure, Raine SOMETIMES broke the illusion that Roman Delacroix cultivated for their family, but always in a tasteful way….and then there was her.
Rune was wild, cold and unpredictable, unable to socialize the way that he expected despite his best efforts and the way he had trained her from the time she was three. Tonight was a test of that. Hunters from all over, other well-to-do families whose names all meant something in their world. Other branches of their own family come from other cities and countries. She'd been made up, stuffed in to a slinky golden evening gown and heels, and had a glass of champagne set in her hands. All to complete the image of the woman who'd take on the name of the family when Roman decided to take a step back.
'Any day now.'
'Doesn't she look so wonderful.'
'So different from that feral little beast-'
The whispers cracked the veneer she'd put up a little. It was small, but there was a downward tick of her brow for a moment, a slight twitch of the smile. While the rest of her mask was firmly in place, her throat was tight, her shoulders stiff as Roman kept touting the wonder of their family. Touted her own achievements. All these things that she supposedly did 'by the book; that had been instances where she'd nearly died. It was like she was suffocating, lost in the fake grins, the platitudes and empty words. Hands took hers, lips on her cheeks, and Rune felt like she was about to burst out of her skin. It itched like a bad sunburn, and she had to clench the back of her teeth through a grin that ought to be bloody.
The very picture she presented HURT. It was Roman's version of her, one that had been beaten in to her. No, she had to be courteous, sweet, but show steel. Had to know names and faces that meant nothing to her, but meant everything to the family. On HER head rested the crown, and thus she would be perfection itself. Genteel manners, charm, the picture of deadly grace. A picture that could not be further opposite from the firebrand that hid beneath its shell. Her father's grip on her shoulder tightened just a hair, pressing just in a spot under the muscle to provide a sharp shock of pain.
There was no acceptance for failure. The last time she'd failed-
Darkness, all alone, only the warmth of a fire off a few feet….phoneix, her mind reminded her. She just had to get through two days this time -
Failure wasn't something Rune could even allow…so she smiled, socialized, felt her teeth strain under the force put on the molars. Barely touched food, drink. Even when Roman let her go, his eyes were always on her…Like a vulture waiting to pick apart roadkill. Slowly, she turned a ring on her left hand, a reminder of an engagement she didn't want to a man she'd never met…
This was a Dynasty. She was the next in line.
She couldn't fail. For Rhys' sake…He deserved to stay gentle….To not have Roman break him as he'd shattered her.
Perfection. A picture. One night…she could do this….
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❝ ....Well shit, that happened. ❞ Rune doesn't get left speechless often. But that? Yeah... ❝ Do I even wanna know the answer to just HOW you managed to get it flipped upside down through a donut shop's roof? ❞