“MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR STORY WHEN THE SOUL IS WORN BUT WISE.”
( claire holt. ciswoman. she/her. i was here & beyonce. ) have you seen DEVON LALLEMENT strolling around central park at lunchtime? rumor has it they’re actually 375 years old, but i’m pretty sure they’re only 32. they’re currently posing as a(n) INTERIOR DESIGNER, but when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to MANHATTAN by CAR. apparently they DID attend the met gala this season! ( livvy. 24. she/her. central time. )
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Name: devon lallement
face claim: claire holt
pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman
actual age: 375
physical age: 32
orientation: bisexual
species: vampire
occupation: interior designer
education: she’s attended college a few times through the decades, having majored in interior design, anthropology, and philosophy
birth date: december 11th
astrological sign: sagittarius
height: five foot seven
hair color: blonde
eye color: blue
family: blood-related family (deceased), lallement family (ari, cassius, hera, genevieve, enzo)
traits: workaholic, adaptable, articulate, resilient, cautious, obstinate
moral alignment: lawful neutral
hogwarts house: ravenclaw
vice: pride
virtue: patience
history (tw: death, murder)
-Devon’s original surname and details of her – previous - family life are publicly unknown, only known privately by the Lallement family. She intentionally chooses not to divulge such information to others outside of that circle. Not because she has anything to hide, but more that she knows she can’t cling to the past.
-Her upbringing was one of normality, or at least it was to her since it was all she knew. Her family could’ve been considered of nobility, not high enough to have significant power or authority but high enough to be invited to various social gatherings.
-Devon had no reason to leave that life, staying in that environment for her entire life. At least… her life as a human. When she was in her early thirties, something occurred that would ultimately change her life forever.
-It was a rather lavish ball, meant to be a normal social gathering. But suddenly, malicious laughs and sharp fangs shifted the atmosphere. Vampires, though the normal people of that party didn’t understand that at the time.
-A massacre occurred and she was caught up in it. She was attacked by one of the vampires herself, and her life ended up hanging on by a thread.
-Maybe she should’ve died that night. Well, actually, she did. But she came back by some miracle if one could call it that. It ended up that she had been saved by another vampire, though one who had not been aligned with the rogues who committed those callous acts.
-A member of the Lallement family, Ari, had turned her. It was startling, the changes that were happening to her body and senses. It took time, trying to navigate the new vampiric lifestyle.
-Becoming a vampire was not something that was seen as a curse to her. It was more that it was just… shocking. She never thought her life would turn upside down like that. The supernatural world was a maddening one, but one she was in the middle of now.
-Devon has accepted her life as a vampire, accepted that her relatives were gone but her new family was still there.
-Occasionally, she catches herself slipping, reminiscing about her life before all of it, but understands she can’t ever go back. Knowing this, she tends not to talk about her past life, and keeps her eyes focused on the present.
-While she can be cautious around humans since she knows the lot of them cannot know their existence, she isn’t apathetic to the general population either. Devon was once human too. It’s been a while since then, but still.
-If anything, the humans she mostly feels distrust and tension toward are hunters, which is just a natural thing for most supernaturals.
“EVERYTHING’S BETTER WITH COMPANY,” Rachel begins, moving to the ice skates stand to change into one, assuming the blonde will follow behind since she’s agreed. “Especially when you’re learning something new,” she adds, looking back at her. “Learning someone alone can be so boring, and odds are you’ll end up giving up quickly since you don’t have a companion to encourage you and join in the fun!” She claps her hands together. “Amazing, I trust you! When did you learn how to ice skate?”
It was true, encouragement was always a benefit. Like Devon said, anything could technically be done alone. But hell, it wasn’t always that enjoyable that way. She followed behind the other, studying the different skates to try and find her size. “That’s very true,” she agreed, smiling at the woman’s excitement about the new venture. “Oh, it was many years ago,” Devon then explained, being casual despite the vagueness of her answer. Since, in truth, it was many decades ago, but the other didn’t need to know that. “I think some of my siblings and I learned together.”
‘ a fucking pegasus - ’ rosamie murmurs , annoyance crossing her features . ‘ what are we , a modern greece ? next i’ll see fucking medusa wandering around . ’ but she nods in agreement with the blonde , because there’s no way magic or the supernatural isn’t tied to this . ‘ it’s certainly not a natural phenomenon , so it has to be tied to our world . i’m ready for something worse happening , and i’ll be sure to prepare cassius - but how do we prepare a world full of mortals for something they’re surely not ready for ? it may be supernatural , but it’s effecting the natural world just the same . ’
“Just when we thought there couldn’t be more madness in the world,” Devon sighed. The supernatural had always been crazy to begin with, even just with its existence in general. “No, far from natural,” she agreed. “That’s just it. I’m not so sure we can prepare them. Or there may only be so much we can do,” she explained, thinking out loud. “Because though there can be pros to alerting them, the panic that will arise may end up being another issue.” If it came down to it, then yes, they did deserve to know if it regarded life or death, especially if for a huge mass of people. But things would get worse before they got better.
“Oh come now.” he states with a light chuckle. Devon could be comical , not quite as much as him. “Do you have a secret santa?” he jokes, not that it was a bad thing. Since the last time he mentioned someone, she got on the defense. “Ah, so I can’t wait to see what you’ve shopped for me.” he states with a grin. He had his holiday shopping too. Passing by a near by store “Hot chocolate?” he asks as he points over to a chocolate store.
“No... but now that you mention it, I think a family secret santa could be fun,” Devon pointed out. “We’ve done it before. Maybe we can take a vote, majority wins.” Of course, she knew that those secret santa games usually ended with them giving each other dumb gifts that none of them could really ever use. But it was mostly for laughs. “Don’t worry, you know me. I make an effort to keep the receipts in case anyone isn’t fond of a gift. I won’t be offended, cross my heart,” she laughed before nodding at his offer. “That would be lovely, lead the way.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, sorry I didn’t mean to stare,” she apologized, rubbing her arm, “are you alright? I definitely did not mean to slam into you.” She knew she was awkward, especially for being what she was, but she wasn’t sure how to act around people. he only people she really talked to were dead, and they hadn’t been of much help yet.
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“It’s quite alright, I promise. Absentmindedness can happen for anyone,” Devon reassured her, giving her another smile that she hoped soothed the other’s uncertainty. Heck, the blonde had definitely been zoned out every now and then. It was fine; it happened. She glanced over her own shoulder back to the jewelry she had been eyeing. “Frankly, I feel like I’ve been standing here for far too long,” she admitted. “Back and forth debating whether to buy something.”
She looked down at the snowmen earrings, having never seen something as cute as this before. Smiling, she knew she couldn’t afford it but could still appreciate it’s adorable-ness. But as she went to turn around she ran straight into someone.
Plenty of sights to see, including vendors with various handmade pieces of just about anything. There was something for everyone at that market, sometimes one just had to keep searching. Devon had been looking down at one of the tables, admiring the jewelry before continuing on her way. She turned, but ended up bumping into someone else who had been in close proximity. “Oh, my apologies, sweetheart,” Devon told the stranger. “Are you alright, love?”
“Don’t apologize.” he states as he walks alongside her. Today for once, he just wasn’t going to banter. He wanted to enjoy the holiday. “As if that is going to make me complain.” he actually didn’t mind the shopping. He was planning on getting a few things. “You’re not shopping for anyone special right?” he teased.
“Oh, well in that case, I’ll never apologize to you for anything ever again,” Devon quipped casually, giving him an amused smile before shaking her head, just joking around. His question made her roll her eyes. “Just what are you implying this time, Enzo?” She retorted before studying the various vendors, as well as the stores lining the streets too. “Well, my shopping has been for family and friends. They’re technically considered special.”
He wasn’t expecting anything terrible to happen, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t alert. Tonight was meant to be fun, spending time with others. He always did like the holidays. it made him feel somewhat content. Walking along with Devon, brought some comfort, and ease. “You think something else is going to happen.” he states out loud, not meaning it in the form of a question. “I want to try and experience tonight without worry.”
“I think it’s possible,” Devon thought out loud, pursing her lips together in contemplation as she looked around. “I know. My apologies. I’ve just been more alert than usual due to all of this, I guess,” she explained with a sigh. But the blonde smiled and took Enzo’s arm, continuing to walk with him. “And I want you to know that I’ll definitely be dragging you along to shop.” Devon would hear no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She had already been shopping with one brother so might as well do it with both.
“ BE HONEST : how much christmas shopping have you gotten done already ? i’m afraid i’m not as caught up with it as i usually am this time of year. i could use the help. ” @immortaldawn
“I’ve started, yes. But honestly, normally I’m finished by this time,” she admitted due to it being a crazy time, but shook her head at Cas’s confession. “That’s nothing to be overly concerned about, love. It’s been a busy last few months, and that’s not even just with work.” But also with the whole crow incident, and the great unknown they found themselves in. “Absolutely,” Devon declared, already taking his arm in preparation. “We’re already out and about, loads of stores around us. It’s a perfect time for shopping.”
“OKAY, OKAY, OKAY. I have made a decision!” She raises her forefinger. “This year is the year I learn how to ice skate. Will you help?” She can’t ice skate for the life of her.
“Oh?” Devon chirped in interest, looking over at the other woman. She smiled at the other’s adamant dedication in taking on a new little resolution for herself. “It’s definitely nice having someone else there to assist. It’s possible to do anything alone, of course, though company is always an added benefit too,” the vampire declared, laughing softly before nodding in agreement. “I’d be more than willing to help, love. And I swear to do my best not to let you fall on that ice.”
Bright lights and the big city. New York City was always a nice backdrop for occasions like this, especially with the stars above and the skyscrapers looking down upon the people who were like ants from the top of the spires. “Another city event,” Devon commented with a hum of thought as she walked alongside her brother, studying the excited people around them. “It’s lovely, of course, as they all are,” she pointed out, but tilted an eyebrow as she looked back at Enzo. “Though let’s just hope this one goes better than the last.”
Devon held the cup of coffee she had gotten from one of the food and drink booths, being casual as she sipped at it, pretending like it wasn’t something that was normally bland to them. “You know,” she began speaking again to her sister, glancing upward when she spotted the light show projection happening, since it was now the top of the next hour. “I can appreciate that they change the light show up on the building each time. The repetitiveness can get a little boring at times.”
‘ at this point , i’m literally about to start considering unicorns and gargoyles , alright ? so fuck it . let’s bring out the second board . i don’t have personal assistants for nothing . ’ so she’ll send the text , exhaustion seeping through rosamie , about to manifest as hysteria before she takes a deep breath . ‘ that doesn’t exactly help , nor even narrow down groups . what we need is a motivation . a reason . someone looking for attention ? is this a warning ? a bad omen ? should we start believing in omens at this rate ? ’
“That or a Pegasus,” Devon added on with an amused smile. “Well, it’s clear that it has to be magic, correct? I suppose we’ve at least decided on that.” If not anything else. Devon didn’t know of anything else it could be. “A grudge against the council?” she offered. “That seems plausible, though we’re still back at square one with ideas still being on a broad scale. I do agree with that it’s possibly a warning, or omen, whatever we want to call it.” Devon paused and then sighed. “But that leads to at least one conclusion, which is that this isn’t over and whoever is doing this may be planning something much worse. More dangerous.”
letting things go did not come naturally to devon or calliope, though they both liked to pretend in their own ways. there’s a beat of silence after devon calls calliope out. of course you did. like she knows calliope, understands them deeply, rather than just rendezvous with them intimately every once in a fortnight. it makes calliope want to roll their eyes, but there are certain things that you learn to hold back from devon and having to hold back around one another would be the exact reason their relationship never progressed further than its current state. that and the fundamentally harsh social dynamic of a hunter and a vampire. ‘ forget that, ’ calliope encourages. ‘ if we are going to co - exist, can we do it in a way that causes me less of a migraine ? talk about your favorite … restaurants. or eras. or shakespearean plays. or sex positions. hell, i don’t know. you’re the one who’s old as shit - blow my mind with something interesting instead of bickering with me. i’m sure you have plenty of other people you can do that with. though i’m sure none bicker quite like me. ’
There would always be a standard level of wariness with supernaturals and hunters despite the council overseeing the groups. Devon was normally good about remaining cordial. But if one were to dissect the present situation, they would find that Devon didn’t interact with other hunters the way she did with Calliope. The tension that came around the brunette was heightened, and that was just Devon attempting to be extra careful. She didn’t want to lose control, not with Callie, because that the epitome of danger in regards to her mind and heart. And as Calliope was trying to convince her to have a normal conversation, Devon hesitated.
Maybe they were right, though. The whole co-existing debacle and how Devon’s instinctual irritation may be making everything worse, especially since others could notice it. Like Enzo. However, that still didn’t mean they were going to become friends. “You’re right, I am old as shit. Meaning I’ve had countless conversations with countless people, some conversations being more interesting than others,” Devon stated, giving her a small smile before beginning to walk away. “And I’ve lost interest in this one. Good day, Calliope.”
“ I AGREE. remember when we used to do weekly dinners ? we should bring that back. i know it’s hard when everybody has their own life, but i think unity right now is more important than anything. ” cassius won’t mention that it’d also be nice to keep everyone closer than normal, on the off chance there WAS a prominent danger coming to town. seeing everyone weekly would soothe his worry somewhat. “ do you think we could get hera to agree ? ” somehow she seems like the busiest one out of all of them. “ we can do something for thanksgiving too as well, of course. i wouldn’t mind hosting. ”
“There was definitely a time when we all had less going on,” Devon agreed. It seemed like in the last century, they had all definitely been doing more in terms of work and the like, thus making them a tad bit more busy. Not that they regretted it, for they chose the life of blending in. “I’m sure we can work around her schedule. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a weekend affair either,” she said with a shrug but smiled. “Sure, we can give the reins over to you. Also, remember when we used to put on classical music and dance with each other in the living room? I vote for that to return too.”
“ WELL I DID ALWAYS suspect that enzo was more of a foxtrot than a waltz person so it checks out , ” she chuckles at her siblings’ antics . it feels like always and forever also applies to the lallements . she quickly finds the heels in her size and makes her way over to one of the vacant seats . “ if only it were as simple as a downpour . it wouldn’t have caused so much traffic , ” hera says with a roll of her eyes . “ i know ari’s a little frustrated they haven’t been able to find an answer to it . ” and she is too . if it weren’t her respect for her sister , she’d take matters into her own hands and find out .
“Foxtrot? Yes, I suppose so,” Devon commented in thought, smiling as the memories from a century ago came around too. “That, and perhaps jazz. You know he loves the 20s.” She took a seat near Hera to try on the ones she had plucked from the shelf, huffing softly at the next remark. “You make a fair point, I retract my statement. It was more like hail. Except, well, spelled h-e-l-l,” Devon joked. “I know, Cassius said the same thing. Basically all of us wish to do something, but we feel like we’re at a standstill. We don’t really have the authority.”
