godless ground was never meant to play home to something quite so profound ⎯⎯ club offered as 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, & no amount of aged amber can DROWN the strange taste it leaves. she - devil knows he’s trying : moment of quietude finds aristide at the bar, pensive when he gazes into bourbon. ( knows he’s not alone, doesn’t seem to mind. ) silence is comfortable until he’s nudging emptied glass forward : ❝ one more, for 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 of us. on the house. ❞ finally, torso shifts / all elegant ripples & defined lines, something almost apologetic flittering at the edges. ❝ a rough day always calls for a drink. ❞
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“ the first one is good enough for me, but i appreciate it. ” the shake of her hand and head were quick and apologetic to the bartender, with a thankful smile and nod to her would-be drinking partner for the moment... if she were drinking. the glass at her fingertips was short a few sips, equally for the show of it as her outfit was--- a false patron for the location of interest while stalking the true one at a distance. her focus had disappeared into some backroom and here she waited stagnant like the liquid in the glass.
“ what about a day just starting? think that warrants preemptive drinking? think i should be drinking with abandon, ” she added with a nod to his new glass of poison. finally her own drink lifted her lips, met them yet not a drop passed beyond her teeth before she placed it back down. “ looks like you had a rougher day than me. ”
Green hues watch in curiosity as words are returned, and he doesn’t reply for a moment or two, just watches as the camera shutter sounds click away in the relatively quiet balcony. There’s a moment of amusement, a small tug of his lips that’s gone before it’s even there, and he turns to the cityscape, squinting a little at the lights. The only sound left is the camera and the crinkling of the end of the cigarette catching fire as he takes a deep drag, and exhales the plume of white smoke into the night air. “I think you also have to be good and they’ll give you wine,” he watches her in curiosity, feeling something that blooms in his chest as he recognises another. It’s not common, but he’s felt it enough to know what it is. But far be it for him to trample into someone else’s discovery moment. “Are you the official event photographer or something?” He’s not chatty, this is abnormal, but he figures that anyone who documents things would have some interesting stories or two. Plus, there is some interest in the purpose of the camera - if not for work, then a hobby, he deduces, and thus another interesting question that picks at him. “It looks like a very bulky hobby, if not.”
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" if they want to hire me as the official photographer i’m open to negotiate fees but alas, this is my own amusement, a private collection, ” she added before turning the lens in his direction. her finger mimicked an exaggerated press of the button, yet no flash or shutter sound gave way to say she took a capture of his soul without his consent. “ it’s my hobby, bulky or not, ” she continued, lowering it to rest on its strap. “ i could have a heavier piece or a more destructive way to spend my time. ” though given the vibrations, albeit second sense of recognition between the two, no doubt they both had tendencies that could be more destructive if they so chose it... or perhaps that was just her. it resounded an equal curiosity accompanied by unwarranted barricades that made her lips thin and purse as she settled against the balcony. the stonework seemed to spread a cold touch despite the separating fabric, no different to the faces and passersby among the gathering below them in spite of the merriment and festivities. but hells and heavens, churches, all be damned if she couldn’t shake off the chill and misplaced mistrust for a night off she intended to enjoy, if she didn’t try.
“ i could be hiding myself away during a social event which would make for an interesting conundrum all together. good thing neither of us could accuse one another of that, right? officially, my excuse is for the art of the captured moment. what’s yours? ”
It’s not his style to find himself at events where the masses seem to congregate but the lure of the possible is enough to extract even the likes of Luka from his cave. His introversion is hung up for the evening, and he knows that there is a merit to these things. Magic sizzles from his hands in despondence to his own decisions, and he reaches for the calming cigarette to bring some semblance of calm. It doesn’t come but that doesn’t stop him from finding that spot on the edge of the balustrade of the balcony, hidden half in darkness and half bathed in the sounds from the party to observe the scene of a few partygoers below in the garden. A sound behind him alerts his attention to the fact that he’s not alone and he turns, half a sullen retort on his lips before he stops himself. “I know, I know, it’s a church and this would be an example of me desecrating the place,” he almost rolls his eyes at the comments he’s sure are coming. “But give me a break, yeah? This is fucking dress up party.”
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despite the cluster of necklaces draped around her neck, an attempt of high fashion for all the rage of an event, there was still a camera attached to her like a piece of life-giving machinery she couldn’t exist without. a night out, for once not in line with work that she could enjoy her photography for the passion of it, capture the glorious outfits and perhaps some embarrassing shots of her date, and hopefully a view of the city in celebration. she temporarily parted ways from her company to go mingle, to get some candid captures, yet her socialness needed a moment to gather again before rejoining into the crowd. she expected someone else on the balcony-- who wouldn’t want a view that made the lights of the city dance across their vision -- but when she made her way to the top, she hadn’t expected the slew of cheek that trickled out before she made a hum.
“ that’s a fair amount of words i didn’t say. ” nor would she say or speak her judgement to so little of an offense, if it truly was one. “ i wouldn’t even know half the etiquette for a church, perhaps be silent and pray. but i don’t think smoking is a desecration more than it is a vice, for whatever that’s worth or what it means, ” she added. her camera lifted into view, a few clicks and then adjustment of settings. “ always thought i’d burn when i’d step into one of these, anyway. ”
location: private investigation offices of lennox fairfax.
when: around 11:30pm.
who: @insomnivm
the snag about being immortal and needing to drink blood to keep that (aside from needing to drink blood in and of itself) were the rules about invitations. private property needed the invitation of the owner, but public spaces were free reign. permission could be rescinded at any time, but most people were too stupid to realize that a simple oh yes, come in was all they needed. some people were too stupid to remember that they’d said it once in passing, and that it didn’t just apply to their homes. lennox was not stupid, coop would never dare to assume she was, but he knew she had a lot going on at any given time. whether or not she’d studied up on the rules and regulations of her private business and what permissions were needed for a saint to wander in whenever they so pleased was not something coop was concerned with.
not when he’d just walked through the front door and made himself at home, at least.
locks meant little to a man who’d spent a good portion of his new life stealing. by the time the doorknob jiggled in earnest he’d been on his phone, feet up on the private investigator’s desk, in the dark, 200 comments deep on an AITA thread on reddit. “ welcome home, honey. ” he didn’t bother to look up from his screen, the soft light reflected against his features, illuminating the soft glow of his eyes that wasn’t at all unlike a cat. “ i’ve been waiting for hours. tell me you’re not seeing someone else behind my back? ” —the game, a tom and jerry schtick where coop felt as if he was chasing lennox by the tail where the druid eluded him deftly, easily. he could try to seduce her in earnest, but there was no fun in cheating. he’d rather her want him of her own volition, not because of saintly parlor tricks.
“ i missed you. i have work for you. ”
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work hours for the investigator weren’t always the most average, but then most of the city didn’t abide by normal standards of time either. her best hours, her best clients, appeared in the shadows of the night when minds were desperate for answers, eager to fulfill their most secretive wishes, tired from grief and seeking a late night listener to tell them their problems could be solved. even the occasional wanderer with the poor idea of finding a fun time in the wrong establishment would stumble through her doors before being promptly escorted out. and who was she to say her hours special when most of her associates thrived after sundown and conduct everything else when the city of lights rested its eyes? so to see a figure already relaxed in her office was... yes, still shocking and made the woman jump a few inches in the air when the rasp of his voice reached her ears.
“ even if i were to see someone, they’d have better manners than you. ” it wasn’t the intrusion, that he snuck into her work place before she flipped the open sign, nor was it the knowing curve to his lips that he had startled her that that knitted her brows together as she began unloading her bag and its contents onto the wood top. no. instead her focus immediately shifted to his lounge, so free and unburdened that his shoes somehow were appropriate for her work space. “ feet. off. ” yet despite how biting she tried to make the words, how much she attempted to keep her own lips in a bitter grimace, she couldn’t help the genuine smile creeping underneath it all at his banter.
“ that’s really sweet. and thank you, but i’m not cleaning the dirt you leave on my desk. that’s your responsibility. ”
* † [ tuppence middleton , she/her + cis woman ] : is that LENNOX FAIRFAX wandering around ? under these neon lights i swore they looked like a DRUID, but in actuality they are a FIXER / PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. the THIRTY FOUR YEAR OLD is known to be CHAOTIC and MISGUIDED, albeit HEAD STRONG and AMBITIOUS. after spending TEN YEARS in sin city, their favourite song to hum is CLOSER by CLANN, though people often associate them with a harsh street lamp discolouring leaves in the night / blood, ash, and honey smeared over pale lips / flowers blooming from a decayed rib cage, dark ichor still seeping from the bone / blackened fingers digging into white wax. † *
i. basics.
name: lennox elizabeth fairfax.
nickname(s): len, lenny.
age/dob: 34 / july 1 1988.
birthplace: chelsea, london, england.
species: druid.
hair color: platinum blonde with a streak of blue.
eye color: hazel.
height: 5′ 7″.
build: slim.
gender, pronouns & sexuality: cis woman, she/her, bisexual biromantic.
relationship status: single.
occupation: fixer / private investigator.
spoken language: english, greek, latin (written-based), basic arabic, basic icelandic.
summation title: the hellion.
traits: (+) ambitious, head-strong, resourceful. (-) chaotic, misguided, mistrusting.
character comparisons: jules vaughn (euphoria), floki (vikings), willy wonka (willy wonka & the chocolate factory), fox mulder (the x-files), audrey home (twin peaks), klaus hargreeves ( the umbrella academy), clementine kruczynski (eternal sunshine of the spotless mind), river tam (firefly + serenity), mia wallace (pulp fiction), mystique (x-men), sabrina spellman (chilling adventures of sabrina), powder (arcane).
ii. about.
(tw for death)
neither well off or poor, the fairfax family lead an average life in the eyes of friends and neighbours. lennox and her older brother were average students as good as the next kid, as deviant as the one after, but were connected to the hip when off on their own. maybe it was the large gap in age between the two that brought them closer together--- finn being an only child for so long that when she came along it meant he had someone to show all of his interests to, all of his hobbies and friends. wherever he went, his kid sister was beside him exploring the streets of london.
behind closed doors, however, he was teaching her everything he learned in the ways of magic from their parents and then more, methods and information he picked up on his own. he was the watchful eye to make sure she didn’t do something rash on a playground as well as ensure that despite the druid lineage she remained connected to the outside world and a part of it. while both of their parents were present in the home, did what they could to be involved in their children’s lives, finn was more of a parent to her than either of the taller shadows looming in the background of every memory.
it started with a birthday gift, a film camera that their parents said was too mature for a newly turned seven year old to have without breaking it. the camera was a staple around her neck on every adventure she had with him, any family outing or holiday. she ran out of film constantly, procured more through questionable means (stole) when it wasn’t immediately replenished. it fell once, for the record, by no other cause than pure accident she couldn’t be blamed for. finn went out the next day and replaced the lens without a complaint toward expenses.
the hobby, passion, turned into the beginning of a career. lennox applied to university programmes for photography and photojournalism will a portfolio over a decade in the making, some featuring being who inspired her. by then she had the full support of her family knowing well she couldn’t be separated from her ambition, never could be convinced out of an idea. too many scars and bruises were acquired to get the right shot that to tell her it wasn’t a profitable career meant more bruises would be made, that if it was better to stay close to home she’d sneak away in the night. so with a blessing and an expectation to come back over break, she went to scotland for school.
she was beginning her postgraduate classes when her parents called--- and that should have been enough of a sign to know something was wrong. a part of her wondered if she missed signs in the ether, if her talent with the elements waned from being distracted by the human world. nothing, nothing gave warning that finn was murdered before she heard the words from her mother.
lennox immediately came home. all they knew was he was coming home from work in the city, that he’d been attacked. her parents insisted to let the police handle it but len turned toward spell casting for answers. she was warned in her frantic search that turning to dark magic, that delving into the world of the dead would get her kicked from their home. within a week, the fairfax family lost both of their children.
it didn’t matter the means, lennox eventually found the answers she wanted. they were underwhelming and left more questions to her already shattered and scattered heart. and with no home left to return to, she decided england itself couldn’t be a home either and travelled to the united states instead. death seemed to follow her, already waiting for her in the city crawling with creatures that looked the other way for their own survival or encouraged it with so many loved ones begging for the same answers she was in her time of need. lennox decided to change her profession to getting such answers for anyone who asked.
years of living in las vegas, of being on her own, has made her more understanding to the circumstances of some of the violence within the city, some. it can be necessary at times, unreasonable and for pleasure at worst. because of various sources, lennox has opened her practice for various necessities as well, knowing well that the druids within the city might not understand that discouraged practices are sometimes needed for the best of intentions. she is no longer one to judge, only one to help by whatever means is required.
will be edited as information is discovered through muse or plotting.
iii. possible connections.
clientele: true to the druids of las vegas, lennox offers whatever one might be looking for, but without limitation or warning. the possibilities are limited to one’s imagination ( and physical exertion, of course ) and lennox has no qualms with indulging.
targets: and it’s very possible you didn’t hire her but she’s lingering around more than you’ve seen her before. perhaps a long lost sire wants to keep distance and requested information or someone knows what you’ve been up to and she has a camera ready to confirm it. are you hiding anything important?
associates: even practicing druids need suppliers for their craft and lennox is constantly in need of ingredients more questionable in nature. arrangements can be made, favors to be owned or simply money to be paid. are you willing to supply?
friends: the chaotic mess that she is, lennox is still very sociable and amicable, easy to care for other people who quickly resonate with her. however it is a connection that begins as a thread and must be reinforced over time; she is hesitant to trust even those whom she believes she can. once that reinforcement is settled, there’s nothing breaking that tie.
the hive minds: lennox uses whatever means necessary to achieve what she wants, but her work and methods can and have stepped into the worlds of the various hierarchies. her skill and expertise could be valuable to any of them ( especially to her own kin ) that a whisper in her ear to join might eventually encourage her. might. alternatively, her methods are not kosher or encouraged among many which might bring tensions or enemies to her doorstep. where do you stand?
more to be written...
iv. fun facts.
(tw for illness and injury)
pressing all buttons and pushing boundaries has its drawbacks and some are beginning to physically take a toll on her. it wouldn’t be the first nosebleed lennox had from exertion, or perhaps coughing up questionable colours after indulging in a darker magic. however, the tips of her fingers blackening with necrotic damage is new. only a few digits and barely noticeable for now. for now.
there are artistic photographs hanging around her small office. all of them were a part of her original portfolio when applying to studios.
has a pet skeleton tarantula named tau.
of her various cameras and surveillance equipment, her favorite and most used is her fujifilm x100 camera. if anything should happen to it, dark magic will be dealt.
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