attracted to power

my name is mirage. we have something in common.

[imattractedtopower]

What would you rather be doing right now?

"Laying on a hot beach, with a cocktail and a book."

[imattractedtopower]

“I swear if Cupid dares come near me I’m gonna punch that little sucker in the face.” *(mulan)

"Because you don't believe in angels or because you're afraid of small, chubby children?"

@magicalfamulan

[imattractedtopower]

[ ⛓️ ]

[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?

Like a dull ache across the shoulder blades, quickly quashed. It's an inconvenience, more than anything. Mirage's line of work often has her ignore her own moral compass, so guilt is a feeling she has learned to pretend doesn't exist.

[imattractedtopower]

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

Mirage's current home isn't very... homely. She never planned to make an extended stay in Redwood Hollow, and it shows. Her furniture looks brand new, stylish but without character. She keeps her house spotless and minimalistic.

[imattractedtopower]

[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

That their line of work makes genuine connection difficult. Always being aloof and secretive, unsurprisingly, means that Mirage can't let people in. She wonders if anyone will ever truly know her, or if she will die a mystery.

[imattractedtopower]

Do you think that anyone has ever truly known you?

No. And I would prefer to keep it that way.

[beaumont-ague]

All of a sudden, this dark energy had swooped in and distracted him. His pencil tip snapped, startling him and causing him to look up. He wasn't expecting anyone to be there, and so when he saw the mysterious woman across from him, he slowly took out an earphone. "Somehow I don't think it would matter if I did. Can I help you?"

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage smiled, wry and unreadable. Toulouse was correct in that regard. She adjusted the coffee cup on the table, and straightened out her skirt.

"Most of the other seats are taken," Mirage replied, gesturing a well-manicured hand to the seemingly busy cafe. "Your table seemed a little calmer than…" Here, she gave a pointed look toward a table occupied by a single mother with two rowdy children. There was an empty seat, but kids weren't exactly her thing. Again, she turned back to Toulouse and smiled. "I'll keep out of your hair."

[beaumont-ague]

With everything that had been happening lately, Toulouse decided that he just needed to find somewhere relatively quiet to think things over. So, he decided to head down to the Enchanted Rose cafe and get a special holiday drink; if there was one weakness he had during the winter, it was Eggnog. Sat alone at a booth with his drink and a sketchbook, Toulouse popped his earphones in, and got to work.

@imattractedtopower

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage was seemingly all-knowing and unknowable in one fell swoop. It was her job to know everything and appear to know nothing. But, of course, she did know just about everything, and Toulouse's little conspiracy had not gone off her radar. Mirage slid into the seat in front of him, black coffee in hand. She did not wait to be invited, instead, using the business of the cafe to her advantage. "Do you mind?" she asked, for politeness' sake.

[gabe-guzman]

As expected, Mirage's signature smirk came between them. Gabe had seen that smirk one too many times and every time, it was standing in his way. Most times he couldn't prove it, but he kenw in his gut she was to blame.

"Uneventful, hm?" he mused. Gabe considered how to answer her question. He wanted to gauge how much she knew - she always seemed like she knew everything. "I'm here because Lorelai Hart never removed my name from her emergency contact details."

[imattractedtopower]

"Yes. Uneventful," she replied, averting her gaze out toward the sleepy little town. In the grand scheme of things, the things that happened here were merely drops in an ocean. For now, at least.

Her shoulders pulled back, just slightly, as Gabe mentioned Lorelai Hart, his ex-wife. It wasn't that she had forgotten this little piece of information about them, but it was a surprise that she was the reason for his appearance. "It was a terrible thing that happened to her. I hear she's… on the mend, no?"

[dailyflicks]

Dichen Lachman as Gemma SEVERANCE 2x07 "Chikhai Bardo"

[itsmee-william]

Smee couldn't have cared less what was on the papers. A more curious man may have tried to read them, but that wasn't his goal. He was simply attempting to be kind and help someone in need. "Oh, n-not a- a problem," he reassured, chasing down one particular page that seemed hellbent on running away. "J-just a second, I've almost- yes, got it," he nodded, snatching the last page and carefully sifting them all back together. "Here you are," Smee handed them over, with a meek smile.

"Must be something important, hm?"

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage inwardly grimaced. She wasn't a fan of 'scenes' and this felt very much like one. She watched Smee chase after the paper, almost wishing it would blow out of reach to get this ordeal over with quicker. Thankfully, she supposed, he managed to catch, and handed over the rogue papers, seemingly without having a look at them.

"Thank you," she said politely, quickly stuffing the papers back together again. Mirage had to make sure she played his next question carefully. "Yes, quite. Some... confidential Mayoral business." In order to avoid any further inquiry, she changed the subject. "Your face seems familiar." Of course it did. "You... work at the hotel, no?"

[itsmee-william]

Smee had been in a bit of a tizzy the last few months, but was starting to come back down to his sense of normalcy. He had been on his way to the post office when he suddenly saw a paper rolling by in the wind. Then another.... and another. He looked in the general direction of where they were coming from, and saw that there was more where that came from. "Oh dear!" Swiftly, he started gathering all of the rambunctious papers that attempted to flee.

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage tried not to panic, but the thought of chasing papers fluttering around in the wind while wearing stilettos and a pencil skirt was enough to make the bridge of her nose sweat. Even worse, someone had already started gathering the papers.

She clicked her way over (recognising, at a distance, that this man worked at the Neverland Hotel and should not be privy to what was in her file) hand already outstretched to have the papers back. "Oh, thank you! What a mess!" she said, hoping to distract his eye by speaking.

[eilonwy-pelydryn]

walking home from work, eilonwy witnessed the dramatics of the wind trying to blow everything that wasn't pinned down away, mirage's paperwork included. dashing over to help her, eilonwy gathered up some of the blown papers to hand back over to her "here you go, that wind has been a pest all day"

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage did her best not to seem alarmed, aware that if she drew too much attention to the importance of the paperwork, the likelihood of someone reading it would increase exponentially. She kept her cool despite the fluttered worry in her chest.

As Eilonwy handed her the fly away papers, she smiled, far from the usual aloof expression she usually kept. "Thank you," she said, hiding the paperwork away in their folder as quickly as possible. "It seems no matter how long I live, I forget that the weather changing is a real issue."

[colt-phillips]

It being fall, Colt had expected to get hit with some falling leaves from time to time. He had not, however, expected to get hit with flying papers. So when a sudden burst of papers came blowing his way, he blinked for a bit, then reached out to grab whichever ones he could. He got his hands on some of them, though the rest had already blown out of his reach.

Glancing around to see where the papers had come from, he spotted a lady not too far away. Holding up the papers he had caught, he inquired, "Hey, these yours? I grabbed what I could, but I think th' others are long gone by now. Hope they weren't too important?"

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage was well practised in keeping her cool, but there was only so much she could do when something was completely outwith her control. Those papers were important, and if they ended up in the wrong hands, who knows what would happen?

She tried her best to catch the papers, but someone beat her to it. Her only hope was that he didn't take a look at what was written there.

"They are mine, yes," she replied, giving Colt a thankful look and taking them as quickly as seemed acceptable. "Thank you. Did you see where they all blew off to?"

[imattractedtopower]

Mirage wasn't exactly thrilled about how often she had to visit the hospital and the Mayor's office in person. She cursed their archaic habits (writing everything on paper). It meant that she couldn't simply hack the system for vital data, and instead had to show up in person with a carefully concocted lie to retrieve what she needed.

She was exiting the Mayor's office in somewhat of a rush, when an unexpected gust of autumnal wind caught the edge of the papers in her hands, sending it flying down the road.

[imattractedtopower]

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then." (from Shock)

Mirage was not about to engage in childish antics. Though her heart raced, her face might have said otherwise - giving away the importance of the stolen item would likely lead to a worse outcome. Besides, running in a pencil skirt was undignified.

"I don't play games," Mirage said flatly.

@shock-borror

[imattractedtopower]

does your muse think it's important to help those less fortunate?

Sometimes...

"Yes" insofar as it's important to help people, but there's someone else for that.