french touch.

noelle duval ⦁ 33 ⦁ witchling freelance illustrator & photographer gift — elemental magic

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remiduval:

Noelle Duval ↴

Surprisingly, she didn’t flinch at the sudden presence of her brother. Her body sagged in on itself from the sheer exhaustion she felt. She didn’t—couldn’t—look him in the eye as she eased back against the cushions of the couch once more. Losing control wasn’t something she did. It showed a lack of discipline and strength. Two things she needed quite a bit of at the moment. “Merci,” Remington muttered, taking the offered cup of coffee. The heat of the cup was grounding and help suppress the shiver that threatened to run through her body. Fighting the urge to close her eyes again, the witch stared out one of the thankfully undamaged windows.

She needed rest, that most was apparent as his eyes looked her over and flickers of paper still swung around in the air. A few droplets of sweat pooled around her temple and he assumed she must have had a dream again, but wasn’t about to pressure her with questions. The two hadn’t talked much about that night since it happened, not really wanting to put her through those memories over and over. Instead, he decided that he would just keep talking despite her silence. “They might even let us buy the books out. Apparently Dad had them on the phone and managed to strike a deal to add them to either the Duval or Tallis library. Guess it took all this for them to even know they were out there,” the elder witch took a sip of his own hot drink and looking out at all the work Remi had been doing, “Oh, what’s this? Find a clue?”

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leon-duval:

Grinning at his younger brother, the Duval only shrugged his shoulders, hissing a little at the stinging wounds. “You’d think I’d get used to being a celebrity, you mean,” he teased, watching as Noelle approached his bedside. “I mean, I’m not sure what to do with all this newfound fame. It’s incredible. So many caring figures, like my adoring brother. Have I been graced by a visit, or am I just hallucinating?” Léon couldn’t help but tease his brother, wanting to lighten the heaviness of the situation. For the moment, the Duval witch wanted nothing more than everyone to just breathe. At his brother’s words, Léon couldn’t help but agree with him, but at the same time, being at the hospital wasn’t awful. He wanted to be outside of the Tallis manor to be one less problem on their cousins. Even if it meant being safer, Léon would much rather have his brother and sisters there, knowing that his presence would now equal a direct target given that Drew knew who he was. “So paranoid, frère. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were worried about me,” the older brother joked.

There had always been this aura surrounding Leon that made Noelle cave in, feeling the stern pressure to laughing despite it all. At times it would make him annoyed, feeling the need to talk seriously while his elder would only joke, but age had improved their relationship more and more. “It never ceases to amaze me how you can manage to joke at times like these,” the younger witch stated as his onyx eyes peered over his brother, each hissing grunt a stab to his insides, “It also amazes me that you still think I wouldn’t be worried about you.” The blood that ran through their veins was Duval blood and it wasn’t as if they were estranged, so to Noelle this was a no brainier. Noelle continued to wear his more solemn expression, hints of fret glistening in the witches eyes without control. “I did bring some goodies with me, though,” the witch turned his head to rummage through his backpack, pulling out various items as if it were a treasure chest, “Overnighted package from the parents, some favorite snacks, and a few of my latest herbal supplements. Should be a faster heal than whatever they are currently giving you.”

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luciantallis:

Lucian didn’t know what annoyed him more, the fact that he was spending more time at ‘home’ or that shit kept hitting the fan to the point where he felt obligated to be there. Direct family matters meant that he at least wanted everyone to know he was physically available. And by ‘physically available’ he meant locked away in his old room and only coming out to check on Corrina or Laine. He didn’t know details other than that Laine was injured and Leon had spent time in the hospital. His worry outweighed any discomfort he had about being in the house.

Staying the night was something he hadn’t done since Christmas a couple years ago and before that he thought it’d been high school. However, considering he thought time was a damn illusion at this point, he could still go home if it was late. But the fact that it was late and the lights were off and the kitchen was seemingly empty meant it was prime time to rummage through the fridge. And that was pretty much just codename for ‘find whatever ice cream flavor Corrina had probably picked out’. That happened to be coffee. Not the best, but it’d do the job. Closing the freezer door and grabbing a spoon from a drawer, he paused in his mission. Approaching footsteps. So much for going undetected. He’d never admit he wouldn’t mind company after spending all day reading and trying to sleep though. Looking over his shoulder at the entrance to the kitchen, he still had the drawer open, the ice cream carton on the counter. “I’ll grab another spoon on the condition you don’t annoy me.”

@corrxna @kels-tallis @lainetallis @hcdtallxs @leon-duval @remiduval @maximilienduval

A good chunk of the Duval’s stay had been inside the walls of the Tallis abode. Looking for a place within the quarters of Greenwich Village were a little more work than Noelle had anticipated, but he had successfully managed to snag the perfect loft just a week prior to the party that would inevitably land his brother inside the hospital. There was nothing wrong with staying inside the family manor, it was just better that he had a place to stretch out and not worry about being too in the way. Although, it seemed as though many of his cousins had felt the same way and the place was almost always empty when Noelle would actually arrive. That detail wasn’t factual tonight, as his sister lay in the upstairs study on a stack of books and someone emerge from one of the rooms to head downstairs. Noelle finished laying a spare blanket on top of Remi and wandered casually into the room with the most noise, the kitchen. There was no doubt that Noelle wasn’t exhausted, wearing it a bit in his expression, but sleep wouldn’t come as easily tonight. Maybe it had a little to do with needing to attend his plants, maybe a little to do with work, but mostly to do with Leon and how his family was handling it all. The fellow witch grunted as Lucian spoke and headed for the tea kettle, pulling out one that read ‘calming aid’, “No thanks, Corrina hasn’t stopped buying that flavor for almost a month.” He pulled down a container full of honey, “But I’ll still take the spoon. Want any? Looks like there are still some other flavors in this variety pack.”

[fyp-philosophy]

The sign of a beautiful person is he always sees the beauty in others.

Swami Sivananda (via fyp-philosophy)

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jvnex:

An unwavering stare at the sky kept the hunter in her place. Watching the sunset, she leant on the tall street lamp. It was a bad vantage point. She easily could’ve gone atop her apartment building or stood on a bridge at a park, but that’s not where she found herself. The definitive dangers of the city were not on her mind, not even the mundane ones. Being mugged was the least of her worries, and physical strength could only get her through so much. Mentally, she was lacking in how to overcome recent problems. “When I want to,” she almost didn’t reply at all, that is until she felt his presence wouldn’t move along anyway. “What about you?” Shoulders evened as she turned to face the man, finally.

It really shouldn’t have come to his surprise that the brunette responded the way she had, being that Noelle was a complete stranger. Added bonus was that his clear XY chromosome probably didn’t help his case. “I much prefer walking, hard to keep still,” his french accent oozing out enough for anyone to recognize and shoved his hands into his pockets. Lately, at least, the witch had been out on breaks to clear his mind but usually just found himself nostalgic for home. The weight of how much was they could lose was heavier than usual, brother still within the hospital walls and sisters wearing themselves thin looking for answers. He smiled and looked up towards the sky, “The view could be a little nicer, though, a few more stars.”

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optimism is a happiness magnet. if you stay positive, good things and good people will be drawn to you. » mary lou retton

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drmiapeterson:

So maybe he didn’t think she was a raving lunatic after all. A smile grew on Mia’s lips. “I never thought to try that!” It was a brilliant idea - a nice thing to come home to, a small gesture of care for the most precious of her possesions. The man spoke about the plants as though they were people. It was endearing. Places like this were one of the perks of life in New York. It had been nearly impossible to keep anything alive when at sea, and during her time with the Marines she hadn’t had the first clue how to handle the Middle East’s climate. “You looking for anything in particular?” She doubted it. She would’ve chanced a guess that he, like her, was waiting for one to call out to him.

“Anything that I can get back to my apartment, especially some ivy,” the Duval stated as he turned his attention back towards the brunette, displaying a warm smile. Once Noelle had started to get a little more settled in, it was hard not to notice the lack of greenery inside his place and the feeling that he had no company. Plants brought an element that couldn’t be found in the fake decor and just general city aura. He couldn’t imagine living anywhere without at least a plant or two by his side, so his temporary residence inside New York was really no different. “I, sadly, had to leave a good majority of my other plants back in my hometown so this will be a rather large trip,” his accent fuddled some of the words, but not in a way that made them hard to understand as his onyx eyes caught hers.

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CHARACTER PERSONA | TASK 001

If they know about the supernatural: What is your character’s attitude to each species? What about each of the families? Are they aware of all species? To what extent are they knowledgeable about each species? Has your character always been the species they currently are? What is one positive interaction they’ve experienced with the supernatural? What about one negative? The words of Martin Luther King, Jr have always rung through Noelle’s head ever since he was a young boy, always judge someone off the content of their character. So when it comes to how he feels about the original families, it’s all about whether or not they are actually kind souls and nothing to do with what they are. All can be forgiven if the person actually wants to change their ways, not resort to violence, and make a peaceful impact. Of course being a Duval has given him the chance to witness both negative and positive sides to the supernatural community, but that hasn’t changed his feelings on wanting to help any of them.  What are your character’s thoughts about immortality? Would they chose it if given the option? Believes taking on the immortal life means a different set of responsibilities that not everyone can or wanted to take on. It’s never really appealed to him, either, enjoying the witch lifestyle and general benefits of being a bit more fragile.  What is your character’s opinions on magic? Would/Do they view it as something positive, or negative? Extremely positive, loving the flow of magic within himself. Here’s a scenario: Your character has to chose another species to become and cannot remain the one as they are – what would they pick and why? Shapeshifter, more than likely, with the hope that he would get to be some kind of forest creature so he would still be comfortable around plants and nature. 

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yael-jacobs:

The uptown one is running fifteen minutes behind schedule due to a track fire.

Yael sighed, running a hand over her face before grabbing a hair tie to pull back the mess of hair that was currently being abused by the humidity in the station. “If they delay one more time, I think I may actually pay thirty bucks for a cab at this point,” the nurse complained half-heartedly. She avoided cabs like the plague if she could help it. Even Uber wasn’t preferred if she had her metro card handy. But, at least she wasn’t on the train that was delayed because of the track fire, right? It could’ve been worse.

There was absolutely nothing glamorous about having to use the subway, but it had usually proven to be a much easier way to get around the city. Most of Noelle’s volunteer shifts were outside the Manhattan area, so there was really no better way than this. Usually he didn’t mind, there wasn’t always issues and always tried to get there a bit early, but the witch’s leg began to twitch lightly with the growing anticipation. It had been a long day and he still had plenty of things to do, so a delay was just enough to get him a little fidgety. “Do you think walking or renting one of those bikes would be even faster?” he asked as the brunette mentioned cab fare, his tone showing that he was genuinely wondering.

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remiduval:

Between going back to work, the Ouroboros attacks, and searching through a plethora of books to figure out exactly what creatures had attacked her family in the stairway of The Beekman, Remi was exhausted. So it wasn’t even remotely surprising that she’d passed out on the library couch. 

Unfortunately, her unconscious suffered from the stress, anger, and fear she was experiencing but struggling to deal with while conscious. Nightmares. Her mind did it’s best to conjured up the darkest images possible. Léon’s body charred and unresponsive at her feet. Laine’s body soaked in a pool of her own blood, staring at Remi wide lifeless eyes. 

The witch’s elemental affinity physical manifested itself in gales; shifting papers, moving chairs, and rattling the windows of the closed space. The sound of the library door slamming open, startled her awake. Several books clattered to the floor as the manipulating wind beneath them dissipated. @hcdtallxs @kels-tallis @corrxna @noelleduval

The elder Duval knew exactly where he was going to find his younger sister. All of them behaved close to this, doing whatever was in their power in order to figure out the best strategy. Their family was known for not only it’s charity work, but it’s ability to humble themselves enough to always take matters into their own hands and make sure people were getting the best attention. So when it came to family, there was no way Remi wouldn’t be pushing herself to the point of completely breaking. Noelle had been trying her cell, managing only to reach voicemail, but assumed she would be within the walls of the library still and moseyed the halls until her face appeared. As Noelle moved closer to her, coffee in hand and a empathetic grin, the witch noticed the bits of paper still fluttering in the air before tapping her lightly on the shoulder. “Soeur chérie,” his words cooed in a soft tone as he eased himself into the seat next to her, “I brought you a coffee, thought you could use the help. I found a few more books online that might help, but the library said it may take another day or two to completely track them down.”

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leon-duval:

If he was going to die, it was most likely out of boredom than anything else. Léon only slightly regretted staying at the hospital, though his wounds were of no joking matter. But it only meant him staring at his feet most of the time or napping. Part of the witch knew that it was beneficial to the healing process, but part of him wanted to get up and do something. Anything. He spent enough time with his own thoughts, thinking about what had happened. What he could’ve done better. How he could’ve kept Laine safer. What Drew was, along with the other woman. These things kept him up at night, when there were few nurses around and nothing else to do but sit in the dark. He could only hope that no one else would come to try and finish the job Drew had done to him.

Glancing up, Léon was shaken from his thoughts by the figure in the doorway. “Merde!” he cursed in surprise. “You could always knock, you know?” Léon struggled to push himself upright so he could sit and see the other better. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere anyways. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you should be the one in this bed. You look miserable.”

@hcdtallxs @lainetallis @luciantallis @kels-tallis @corrxna @remiduval @maximilienduval

“With how many times people have surely been coming in an out of this room, I would think you would be used to it by now,” the younger Duval stated as he moved closer towards his brother, a tinge of guilt still hanging deep within himself. It was hard not to think like that given his lack of attendance, needing to finish up on some last minute illustrations the night of the event. Noelle was sure that he knew better with all the latest happenings, but it still didn’t change the fact that the witch decided he wasn’t going to go. “You honestly shouldn’t even be here,” his words where blunt, although they still held the empathy and concern that he felt for Leon. So of course he probably looked miserable. It was his brother, the one that he had looked up to for his entire life and Noelle still felt that way, “You know my healing is some of the best in the country and it’s probably safer than staying here.” There was no telling who could be working for even the hospital at this point and that was growing into even more of a concern as the Duval’s continued to stay within the city, “You can’t honestly tell me that you trust everyone that is currently taking care of you.”

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“Do you usually sit here alone in the dark?” the witch joked softly as he approached the brunette under a dim street lamp. Dark may have been a little bit of an exaggerations, but the sun was low enough to start creating pink and orange hues across the skyline where the beams touched the city smog. The current state of the city was no place for someone like her to be sitting idly. At least, that’s what the Duval side of his brain told him and Noelle gave her a soft grin. She was beautiful with clear cut features and a stare that gave the idea that she was not to be messed with, but there wasn’t an ounce of him that was scared.

@jvnex

[boykeats]

me every time i see a gorgeous sunset: god is real and i believe in love as a powerful force of healing

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camilaviss:

Celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday at a beer garden, Camila found herself munching on some raspberries and chatting with another about the upcoming holiday. “So, I’m trying to feel people out, but what are you doing for the Fourth? Also, these raspberries are super good.” Probably even better because they were soaked in vodka. 

The establishment had easily become one of Noelle’s favorite locations, able to get a little tipsy while talking with the plants without anyone noticing. That was until the brunette approached, more than likely mistaking him for one of the party goers, but the witch wouldn’t be unfriendly. “Nothing, that I know of,” his voice still held his thick french accent and a smile emerged onto his lips.

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