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@lcblanc
⚘ LEBLANC ⚘ - Narcisse Le Blanc. Triggering themes and adult content present. Written by Caro (she/her).
Name: Narcisse Le Blanc Occupation: Owner of the Museum of Arts of Port Leiry & The Sanguine Reserve Age: 993 Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Vampire Clan/Pack/Coven?: Pretorius Hometown: Champagne, France Relationship Status: Married Personality Traits: Charming, Flirtatious, Cunning, Manipulative
🎸 GUITAR — my muse's hobbies/interests - from rora :)
/ Narcisse's hobbies, to no one's surprise, are definitely the arts... mostly painting and drawing, and the making of wine even if she's been long unable to taste it properly again.
☁️ CLOUD — my muse's past
/ Born in nobility, promised to a man she didn't love until an enigmatic figure came to change her world.
✈️ AIRPLANE — my muse's favorite travel destination(s)
/ France & Ireland
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💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship
💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship
/@hollowhearts-aoife
💚 GREEN HEART — our muses' familial relationship / frankie
/@frnoialles
MOODBOARD & AESTHETIC GAME !
send a symbol and/or the description of one if you can't see it for the receiver to make a moodboard/aesthetic for:
👕 POLO SHIRT — my muse's appearance/fashion preferences 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — my muse's personality ✨ SPARKLES — my muse's star sign 🎸 GUITAR — my muse's hobbies/interests 🔴 RED CIRCLE — my muse's favorite/signature color(s) ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — my muse's favorite food(s)/drink(s) ☀️ SUN — my muse's favorite weather/season 🏠 HOUSE — my muse's family/hometown ☁️ CLOUD — my muse's past 🧡 ORANGE HEART — our muses' friendship 💚 GREEN HEART — our muses' familial relationship 💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship 💖 SPARKLING HEART — a relationship of my muse's (specify) 🐰 RABBIT FACE — my muse's pet(s)/favorite animal(s) ✈️ AIRPLANE — my muse's favorite travel destination(s) ⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — a past experience of my muse's ❓ RED QUESTION MARK — a theme of the sender's choice
narcisse | lana | mila | lucian | jade | lihuen | sky | kenzo
who: @lcblanc where: Museum of Arts when: july
It's places like this that remind him why he chose this life.
The world contains so much beauty, so much skill, so much art, how could he bear to bind himself to a mortal lifespan bereft of it all? ...admittedly, so far he hadn't allowed himself to enjoy much of it, in the wake of heartbreak as deep as his, but that had changed now.
He'd heard that the owner of the museum was a vampire as well - not of his (relatively) new clan, but that was all the more reason to want to meet her. He'd joined Kanemaru for the relaxed standards it offered, and he saw little point in limiting himself to only knowing them.
Orville spotted a woman that looked vaguely familiar - perhaps seen briefly across the gala hall. "Excuse me," he said as he approached. "I'm looking for the owner, Ms le Blanc?"
Never was Narcisse more at ease than when she was surrounded by so much art (save for the safe embrace of her wife) and the faint scent of paint that lingered on the walls, something all old and new at the same time. To be discovered even when she knew all these walls like the back of her hand.
She enjoyed the quiet, the introspective look of people's face as they tried to figure out the artist's motives and emotions. She doesn't think they could ever figure hers out but it was fun to watch. She enjoyed the peace these walls offered, so when her peace was shattered, she couldn't help the cold look on her eyes.
Quickly replaced by a charming smile, and a raised eyebrow. Questioning. He was a vampire, that was clear by the lack of heartbeat singing on her ears, the scent as familiar as death. "Well it seems you're in luck, your search couldn't had possibly been shorter than this." She turned fully to him, taking him in. He didn't seem like trouble, but then... neither did she. "What can I do for you, Mr...?"
There are so many sights and sounds in Retrocity; it's hard to focus on them all. But Morgan has her methods. She's good at keeping her eyes on the rows of cabinets, scanning through the small throngs of players, making sure that everyone is being respectful and having fun. No kicked games, no spilled sodas. The arcade really comes to life at night -- unfortunately so does an entire other part of Port Leiry.
There was a long time that she didn't want to acknowledge the patterns, but now Morgan has to face the facts. Not that lonely women can't have plenty of interesting reasons to walk into an arcade overdressed, but she's started to notice a pattern. Late at night, childless, impeccably dressed, headed right for the counter to find the proprietor of the pop culture paradise. That's a recipe for trouble. Trouble with a capital V. She's spotted the woman, but stays focused on emptying the coin hoppers on a cabinet no one's playing with.
"Hi, hey," Morgan says, singsongy sweet, turning her head as the blonde stranger swans up to her. She stands, the coins clinking and shuffling around in the basket. The human laughs, not sure how these next words are going to come out, but she says them anyways. "I'm so sorry, forgive me if this is forward -- but I'm going to go ahead and guess you're a vampire of some sort? Not to speak badly of my own clientele, but women this well-dressed don't walk into arcades this late at night for a round of Street Fighter."
She cants her head towards the counter and urges the woman to follow her, if she wants. "Sorry, I've had my fair share of visits lately. Incidents, too. Are you a Lomidze, or one of Laure's friends?"
"Of some sort?" She repeats, amused and impressed at the same time by the almost nonchalant attitude. "My darling, do you know any other sort that I should be aware of?." But she's right, as Narcisse takes a look around, because no... there's no way she would walk into a place like this for a round of whatever silly game the human just mentioned. Not particularly Narcisse's interest. But the next words that reach her ears have her turning sharply to the other, the amused expression on her face turning into a frown.
"A Lomidze? I may as well die first than to be part of that wretched family." She speaks lowly before the smile is back on her lips, charming, as if the tone on her voice hadn't been mildly threatening seconds before. "I am one of Laure's friends... I care very very much about her and her interests."
She looks at the brunette, an assessing look on her face. As if she's looking for her deepest secrets. "And you seem to be one of her recent interest, she seem... quite taken with you, I simply wished to know why." To know Laure isn't making some sort of mistake driven by the grief she had been overcome with when Kiri was first taken. Nor by the anger of having the pleasure of turning her taken away from her. "You wouldn't mind to have a little chat, would you? --- No ulterior motives, I guess, if you need the reassurance."
For: @laurestcphens Where: Westriver Gardens
She paced around the place taking in every detail, she had done the same a year ago and the difference was striking. However little it was. In the ways she could now see bits of Kiri wherever she looked in a different way, alive... as ironic as it be. It wasn't filled with the memories of what she was but rather... carried an energy of what she is now. She wonders how Laure finds it, but ultimately knows her to be as deeply in love as she herself is with her wife. Laure will love whatever version she gets of Kiri, of this, she's sure.
So it makes her curious, this newfound interest in the other woman. They couldn't be any more different, she thinks, from what little she's seen of the other, and Kiri had been magical even before magic became her own life force. "You know... I know your marriage is the rather... flexible kind, but I don't think I've ever seen you quite so taken with someone else before... not even the young girl." She comments easily, stopping before a picture. Her fingers reaching for the frame. She doesn't think she could ever share her wife the way Kiri and Laure do with each other, and she certainly doubts Aoife would either. It's... commendable. "She's... pretty."
For: @retrospectral Where: Retrocity
This wasn't the type of places Narcisse ever frequented, she can't even remember ever being in a place like this before, and as the lights change around her, shining in bright vibrant colors, the noises of the different game machines reaching her ears loudly, she becomes awfully aware of why. There's nothing in this place that she could appreciate and deem interesting, at least none of the games she passes as she walks further into the place.
She looks out of place, dressed as impeccably as always, her golden hair in a carefree updo that frames her face perfectly and her deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity as they fall onto the one person she's here to see. She can't understand just yet Laure's fascination with this human, but she isn't surprised by it, not after the way she had been so enthralled by Kiri. Laure seems to see something in these humans that Narcisse doesn't care to look for.
She doesn't bother lingering by any of the games, nor pretending to be there for something else. Instead, she heads straight to the other woman, staring her up and down as she approaches. She's... unimpressive, but even Narcisse can appreciate her beauty. "Hello, Miss Moss... I believe it was about time we met."
🍁- What are your main inspirations for Narcisse?
My main inspiration for her has always been Moriarty from the Elementary TV show. A bit of Margaery Tyrell and just some bits from Klaus Mikaelson.
💛 + Laure, Aoife, Kali
"Well... since apparently I can't pick my wife twice, I guess I'd fuck Laure, marry Aoife a hundred times, and kill Kali... sorry darling, surely my wife will be able to find a new friend."
Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …
🍁 who do you love more your sister or your wife?
"Well that's quite a stupid question, isn't it?." She can't help rolling her eyes, a bored expression on her face. "I love them both equally and entirely differently. I don't think it can compare." She wouldn't be able to choose anyway.
⚡️are there any power struggles between you and your wife? are you ever jealous of her?
"Power struggles? Dear God no... I may be older but, whatever Aoife asks for, she shall get it if I can help it... and she looks rather hot when she's in control, does she not?" And as far as ambitions go, theirs lay in different places. "And no... I don't think I am, jealous of her, I mean. I'm quite positive I'm her biggest fan in fact."
