“ melora , my dear ! “ the woman began , making her way towards the professor . a genuine smile plaguing her features . “ i hope you haven’t been working to hard , no ?? “ she chuckled , using her fingers to beckon open the hallway windows . “ was a bit dingy in here . “
melora pulled a smile towards the woman but she knew that she was an easy book to read. she had always been expressive but negative emotions displayed themselves on her with great ease. “it’s not the work that has been bothering me, clarion.” she had to be honest with the other, she knew her all too well. the house of light had helped her, had taken her in when she had nowhere else to go despite her origins and she was never going to be able to repay her. “i am not doubting the safe refuge that you have given me for all those years but one cannot help but be worried about the recent and unfortunate events in amity hollow. darkness is closing in and i think we’re in dire need of conjuring up some stronger protection spells.” it was for herself but also for their students. however, not many lived in as much fear as melora did.
“the one and only,” she said with a mischievous smile edging its way onto her sharp features. although the plan had originally been to deceive melora, sway her, get her to perform half the cruelties her fair sister zelinda could without batting an eye - rosalind had never worked for the house of night. had never worked for zelinda. her fascination may have began with how pure melora chose to live her life, but it certainly did not end with that alone. in some way, perhaps, the demon had a semblance of…genuine care for the woman. and being shut out? well, that had certainly taught rosalind a thing or two. “i look better. you can say it.” a smirk favoring the right side of her face appeared. “and you look as…” eyes trailed over the blonde’s figure, admiring it visibly, “good as the day i left. skincare routine?” she wasn’t about to say no to the invite, considering she didn’t want to end their interaction in the slightest. “tea would be lovely, melora. you remember my favorite, don’t you?” she traveled after melora, mind consumed with ideas of how this could play out. she hoped without death - as odd as that was for a demon to humor.
mixed feelings took over the woman as she put two and two together. melora couldn’t let herself be sucked into the darkness that was the house of night, not after they had tortured her to the point of illness. it had taken a few weeks for the scared fifteen year old to wash it away with the help of the house of light whilst experiencing ghastly hallucinations set off by her sister. the woman was trying to do the right thing, trying to protect herself from the forces of satan and the fact that she had let rosalind in worried her greatly. she had laid beside her, exchanged pleasantries; what did that mean for her? it had been the main reason why she had shut them down in the first place but now rosalind was back, why? still, the other’s presence did excite her, especially when one of her famous brews was mentioned, a brew that she had made specifically for rosalind. “i feel like i’ve aged a century. my appearance hasn’t been a priority at this time.” a witch had been killed and melora had far too many enemies in the town to feel safe. “i do.”
the man prided himself on being knowledgeable of the comings and goings of those that visited the graveyard. after all, after what had happened to him, he wanted to make sure he would be the first to see anything out of the ordinary going on within the premises. it happened once. it could happen again to some other poor soul, right? jasper was still unsure whether he took coming back from the grave as a gift or a curse; he was hovering somewhere in the middle with a great anger for whoever did this to him. whatever their best interests may have been, he never asked for this. whatever this really was. he was still dead, and as far as he knew it was always going to be hard to wrap his head around that fact. jasper was unsure whether the woman was lying or not, he couldn’t be certain. if anything was for sure, she was frightened. of him? of where she was? he couldn’t blame her for either option. “you’re scared,” he stated casually, eyes roaming over her face. did they know each other? there was definitely something familiar about the other, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “do i know you?”
in that moment, the youngest mayfair felt like she was pushing her luck too far. she had been lucky that the house of light had taken her in on that traumatic night and she was never going to be able to repay them. however, she could stay as far away from the places that her sister visited frequently. melora hoped that the darkness around them was enough to encompass her face so that zelinda wouldn’t find out about this; she knew the other woman would see it as an intrusion and she couldn’t risk that. the witch wasn’t the best with FEAR, her fear was so strong that it made her an easy target for dark forces, not to mention that she had previously belonged to the satanic coven. the other’s statement only confirmed that she could be in trouble. fear had pushed her to enter the premises in the first place; she needed a protection spell so strong that not even zelinda could get in to her home. it did sadden her that it had come to this but it was justified. swallowing as he continued, the woman shook her head. “i can’t say that you do. i’m not one to go around making myself known.” was the other with the house of night? if they were, she had another thing coming. melora couldn’t afford to dance with the devil’s workers, not when she stood alone. “i have one of those faces that moulds into others.” the resemblance between the two mayfair sisters was undeniable. “perhaps i should be on my way...”
willow could tell that something was weighing on his other coven member, had a feeling it was a lot like how he had stepped up his offerings, kept the crystal around his neck hidden under his shirt so it pressed against his heart and grounded him in their coven and community. “ well, just for you melora, i’d recommend a slice of the wild berry cake i just made this morning. it’s best enjoyed with some tea and a good friend. “ he smiled at her warmly, setting about to cut up a few slices. “ you have some time to spare for catching up? “
“that sounds delightful.” a genuine smile crossed her face at willow’s words. melora was a big tea drinker, in fact, she had made quite the name for herself when it came to her herbs and healing remedies. the woman was always going to prefer that kind of magic to the things that her family had pushed her towards when she was younger. melora was not drawn to the darkness and she didn’t think she ever would be. a part of her wanted to get her own back after all of these years, of course it did but she wouldn’t let herself be pulled into dark magic. “i don’t have any more classes today so that would be wonderful.” the witch meant it; she hated feeling so isolated. “what type of tea leaves do you have? i’m sure that i could rustle something up.” talking to the other did make her feel safer. being a deflected mayfair, the woman felt like she always had to be looking over her shoulder to avoid the community that she rejected.
“don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, melora?” the witch wouldn’t, of course. rosalind had shed her skin a few times since seeing the old flame. and when they had parted? well - it certainly wasn’t on wonderful terms. while rosalind had hoped to taint the mayfair woman, draw her back to her devilish roots, melora had somehow become even more good in her wake. nonetheless, rosalind couldn’t shake her fascination with the mayfair witches. one so dark, one so pure. and rosalind, demon dear rosalind, falling somehow between the two. “would a kiss jog your memory? the name rosalind might do.” she leaned against the wall nearby, “it’s good to see you still alive and well, my dear.”
after hearing the emphasis on her name, melora turns back to the brunette with her eyebrows raised and eyes wide. it took a moment for the penny to drop; it looked like the devil’s work had come back for more. the two had been intimate but after discovering what the other was and that the DEMON conversing with her sister in a friendly nature, melora had finished it. yes, it had been out of fear but dark forces still felt like a danger her her, ones that were out to hurt her. how did she know that what the two had wasn’t just a ploy to weaken her or bring her back to the house of night? melora mayfair had far too many enemies in amity hollow to take that risk. “rosalind?” she repeated, eyebrows still raised in surprise. “you look... different.” possession... “i am alive, yes. wouldn’t say well as amity hollow is going through a rather bizarre time. i was just going to put on some tea.” it would have been rude for her not to at least offer rosalind some. “would you care for some?”
the all too familiar scent of stale dirt was almost overwhelming his newfound senses as he made his way through the graveyard; somewhere he spent most of his time aside from the morgue. his footsteps were far lighter than they ever used to be, which was something in itself as he had always made a habit of staying unseen. jasper would have kept hidden if he hadn’t found the figure hovering at the edges of his sight ever so curious. his guard was up, as always. he was sure that he would recognize anyone who frequently visited. “you,” he called out; not too loud but enough so that they would be able to hear him. “visiting a loved one?”
the stench of death was overwhelming for the witch; she simply wasn’t used to it. melora did feel uneasy, knowing full well that she was entering into zelinda’s territory but she had to acquire something of the woman’s to make her protection spells stronger. after the murder of the poor witch of night, she was on edge and everyone else could see it; it made her a PERFECT target. what melora didn’t count on was getting stopped n the graveyard as she sheepishly approached the mortuary. no, she wasn’t welcome on this side but she would have to lie out of her teeth for any hope that she would be able to make it back unscathed. “my brother.” that had been a lie and if melora was being honest, she didn’t think that he would have wanted her there, not after what had transpired on that faithful night. backing up away from the other, a branch snapped and she tensed up. darkness was never a good condition for her and she feared that she had indeed been too bold when deciding to approach the very place where her sister worked. the only thing she wanted to feel was safe but the witch felt anything but that at this moment.
hello, it’s eleanor again coming to you with mayfair sister #2, melora. she’s the opposite to her sister and is on the opposite side from her family. i wanted to play both miranda otto and patricia clarkson but they look too damn similar for it not to be addressed !! please be patient with me as i have to reseize a lot of her gifs to make them roleplay friendly! this intro is rubbish but it needed to be released.
[ MIRANDA OTTO. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. ] — MELORA MAYFAIR is a FIFTY year old WITCH residing in amity hollow. MELORA is known for supporting HOUSE OF LIGHT while being a PROFESSOR AT MISS ROBICHAUX’S ACADEMY. words to describe them would be STRAWBERRY BLONDE RINGLETS, THE SOUND OF THE KETTLE BOILING and THE LIGHT SCENT OF HERBAL REMEDIES. — [ ELEANOR. 20. SHE/HER. GMT. ]
the bell above the shop door chimes, willow lifting his head to peak out the window between the kitchen and store front. “ sorry, i’ll be right there to help you, “ he calls, quickly dusting his flour covered hands onto his jeans. the shop is cozy, a bit of his magic working to make sure the place was always at a cozy temperature- away from the harsh cold. over the speaker, a slightly lowered volume version of god is a woman plays- willow’s guilty pleasure when he’s baking bread. “ hey, welcome to the waning crescent. how can i help you out today? “ willow asks, sliding around the kitchen door to stand at the front counter, a bit of flour still on his face.
the death of the other witch was worrying the woman and others could tell. melora had always been sensitive for as long as she could remember and the negative energy seemed to really get to her; some baked goods and one of her concocted brews were very much needed. pulling a smile as she entered the bakery, the woman pulled a smile towards willow in an attempt to cover up her solemn mood. she had always been rather fond of the young male and that was never going to change. melora protected her people just as much as she protected herself; she certainly needed to up her protection spells in the light of this terrible tragedy. “good afternoon, willow. what do you recommend?” she was definitely a listener and far from one to demand. once a girl that couldn’t do anything but speak her mind, the woman she had become was cautious and meek; she could never be too careful and certainly didn’t want to step on the toes of friends.
“ satanic killer on the loose ?? freaky. ” cloe leans over the bar and grabs a bottle of red wine, ignoring the bartender’s protests. she begins pouring it as she starts to speak again. “ but we shouldn’t all go into hiding because of it. amity hollow residents are badass and can totally hold their own. most of ‘em anyway. ”
“it’s a worrying time for us all.” whether the killing had been a witch of the night or not, melora couldn’t ignore the fact that a witch was now dead and they had no explanation as to what was the cause, not yet anyway. she wouldn’t have put it past the house of night for doing it to one of their own but she couldn’t afford to point fingers in amity hollow, not now and not ever. she knew that she was an enemy of the house of night, the one that refused them and tore up a family. it made her feel incredibly uneasy. “i think that we can’t afford to lose anymore of us so there’s no harm in playing it safe, at least until we get some answers.” was the other truly that foolish ??
hello, it’s eleanor again coming to you with mayfair sister #2, melora. she’s the opposite to her sister and is on the opposite side from her family. i wanted to play both miranda otto and patricia clarkson but they look too damn similar for it not to be addressed !! please be patient with me as i have to reseize a lot of her gifs to make them roleplay friendly! this intro is rubbish but it needed to be released.
[ MIRANDA OTTO. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. ] — MELORA MAYFAIR is a FIFTY year old WITCH residing in amity hollow. MELORA is known for supporting HOUSE OF LIGHT while being a PROFESSOR AT MISS ROBICHAUX’S ACADEMY. words to describe them would be STRAWBERRY BLONDE RINGLETS, THE SOUND OF THE KETTLE BOILING and THE LIGHT SCENT OF HERBAL REMEDIES. — [ ELEANOR. 20. SHE/HER. GMT. ]
melora had a lot to say from a young age and that worried her parents. she didn’t seem as compliant as her other siblings. she always had questions and she was always curious as the what the world had to offer, what was beyond the church of night.
everything always felt a little dark for her liking and there was always a lot of pressure on her to be a great follower of the dark lord, like her siblings were but she just didn’t seem to take to it. there were a lot of rules and fear could be felt whenever the other members were in her home so it did steer her away from it.
as she disagreed with with her parents a lot, they did result to using force as they lost their temper. they never had any problems raising their other children so why did melora insist on going against the dark lord? she was never going to win so they didn’t understand why she would try. she was a disgrace and needed to be taught a lesson.
this meant she was distanced from her siblings quite a bit but they did tap into her life when they felt like it was necessary. her brother wanted to teach her respect for the family while her sister wanted to teach her how to follow the dark lord correctly. zelinda was devoted and not even blood was going to get in the way of that.
her family tried their best to keep her in the house of night but it all just seemed so wrong to her. no one in her family understand her point of view so it only reinforced that she didn’t belong there. her sister tried to scare her into choosing the house of night but that only pushed her further away. melora wanted to be part of her family more than anything, what person didn’t want that? however, everything they believed in was wrong and she certainly wasn’t going to sell her soul to the dark lord.
three months before the date of her dark baptism, she announced to her family that she wouldn’t be going through with it; nothing was going to be the same after that. she was fifteen years old and it felt like her family were now out to destroy her. her sister had cursed her causing her to have terrifying hallucinations and one night her screams were so loud that her parents simply removed her from the household, telling her never to come back.
melora did the only thing that had crossed her mind; she ran to get help from the house of light. the supreme herself took her in after she showed up in a very bad way and helped her to cleanse her of the curse that was making her lose her sanity and then took her under her wing. she was just shy of sixteen and needed support from someone; she has always been incredibly thankful to the woman.
it was hard, losing her family like that but she had to understand that there was no going back and forgiveness was never going to be on the table; she was out of their life and there was nothing she could do about it. the entire experience did make her more sensitive for whatever reason so she has to make sure that she never overexerts herself. however, the house of night is growing so she will need to step up to the mark.
melora proved to be very skilled in telepathy but it could be overwhelming at times, not to mention intrusive. her obsession with herbs and tea started here. she found it very healing so as time went on, her practice strengthened and is now the one to go to if someone has indeed been cursed. in the back of her mind, it was to make sure that her sister’s curse hadn’t stuck, to reassure herself but in reality, it just made her feel safer when her family was still out there.
miss robichaux academy was her safe haven and no one could take that away from her. the supreme took care of her and gave her a sense of protection so that she wouldn’t fear everything so much. the other witch did act as a mother to her and it was strange because she had never had one to begin with. she wasn’t what her parents liked in a child and she was never valued; it was different in the house of light.
as her education went on, she did prove to be a skilled witch but it didn’t make her any less sensitive. she needed tough love at times and to be reminded of her own limitations and she was grateful for it.
after feeling so safe there, it only made sense for her to become a professor when she was strong enough. the supreme had helped her and she needed to give the universe something back and this was her way of doing so.
hearing of her brother’s death broke her as they hadn’t talked since and she never thinks they will again. all her her relationships with her family failed and it’s hard to live with that. she wishes that she could be closer with her nephew, archer, but also knows that he’s been brainwashed by zelinda to think that she’s a disgrace. sometimes she does but she always pulls herself back up.
melora is a very nurturing individual and it all stems from the fact that she was never nurtured as a child; she always wants young wix to feel like they have a place to go, a confidante and that starts with her. protection is very important for the woman and she’ll never let it slide.
she understands that not all house of night members are evil but she does have difficulty accepting their opinions.
when feeling vulnerable, she does have the tendency to snap and become quite emotional. she will either want to be comforted or to be left alone and it’s a bit difficult to tell with her.
although she tries not to be judgemental, she doesn’t feel as safe when dark creatures are concerned. melora’s fear is still very much there and she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get over them. her family couldn’t see her as an individual and her sister had gone so far as to traumatise her with an untreated curse for an entire week before her parents lost the will with her.
however, she does feel like she has free will to do as she pleases and never takes advantage of that; she knows that she made the right decision.
melora is really paranoid so she’s the best person to go to for protection spells. she does have some odd rituals but they’re just coping mechanisms for her to protect herself.
she finds herself mentoring quite a few wix at the academy so if your character is in the house of light, let’s talk!
this intro was a mess and i fell asleep half way through but come and plot with me!!
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