SWANN.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.

[spectresdaughter]

#𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛   -   A STUDY IN SURVIVAL, HEALING & LOVE.  indie, private, selective, and 25+ roleplay blog for MADELEINE SWANN.   written by annika.   welcome to another one of my blogs.   this will be low activity and run on a queue.   i’ll pop on when i have time and respond to threads and messages.   plotted threads are preferable && memes are a great way to break the ice.   feel free to send them in!​

[theresastargirl]

“For fun? Brushing elbows with MI6 isn’t fun?” Ophelia teases before thinking about it sincerely for a moment. “I do a lot of trivia nights at the pubs. There’s some decent bookstores around I like to visit. See a show in the West End if I can snag some last minute tickets. Just depends what’s going on and all.”

The fact that Madeleine was back in town gave her some hope they could do some things together. It would be good to have a friend around, rather than relying on agents to have free time when they’re not on assignment and hoping they’d want to keep company with her.

“What do you like to do? There’s so much out here, I’m sure you’ll be able to find something.” She turns to look at her. “You had a lot of ballerina stuff back there. Do you dance? Did you? I’ve always wanted to take a dance class. There’s some for adults if you wanted to go?”

[spectresdaughter]

LAUGHTER PULLED FROM HER LIDS, sudden and rich. "When you are being chased it can be a bit fun." Death, on the other hand, was not. But Madeleine couldn't deny the thrill that came with being hunted. More than once she wondered if something was wrong with her. She'd been hunted as a child. Nearly killed. What changed in her in adulthood that she entertained the idea of running for her life? James.

Swallowed, the blond shoved that all down and glanced at Ophelia. "Trivia night?" Head cocked to the side. "A few people at my old job enjoyed trivia nights. I never...engaged. While Madeleine was present at work, she was absent in all other forms of life.

Emphatically, sending her hair swaying in the wind, she nodded. "Oui. I thought ballerinas were so graceful and strong. I envied them and often wish to be one. Father enrolled me in a few classes but we never settled for long, I lost the skill." Madeline shrugged as if that didn't bother her. It did.

"I don't think I could dance again. Instead, I enjoy watching a performance. Or attending a concern. Not of bands but orchestras." Things that spoke to her soul. "But I would be curious to attend a trivia night with you. Not sure I'd be good but it sounds fun." She smiled.

[dontcxckitup]

One might say it was a bit odd to employ the ex-girlfriend of one their ex-agents, and Mallory could actually understand the concerns – at least a few of them. But he also believed it was a chance that had to be taken. He knew Madeleine Swann’s work, knew how reliable she was. Not to mention the few other advantages... One he yet had to lay out to her, in hopes she wasn’t going to take it badly.

He knocked on her office door, waited a moment, then entered, offering Doctor Swann a small, soft smile in return. His gaze shifted and wandered around the room, taking it in. “You have made yourself at home, I see?”

[spectresdaughter]

SHE FOLLOWED MALLORY'S GAZE. Blue eyes flicking over the few knickknacks she had on the shelves, bits of home and hobbies. It revealed a part of Madeleine's soul. A part she kept everything so close to the vest. James....well James had encouraged her to live a little. To let go of that scared little girl.

"Yes," she smiled, shoving her feelings down into a box. "Just a few more touches and I'll be set."

Readjusting the hold on her coat, blue eyes met Mallory's older ones. "What can I do for you, sir?"

[theresastargirl]

“To new beginnings.” She knew it was hard, coming here. It was hard on Ophelia at first too, but for far different reasons. She wasn’t trying to dodge a certain double-oh like Madeleine was.

“I think we celebrate.” She needed to keep the mood up, not wanting either woman to dwell on the past too much.

“I know the perfect spot nearby. Tea and champagne and those little sandwiches. We’ll make this day a happy one.”

[spectresdaughter]

NEW BEGINNINGS.... When she fled her home as a child to live with her father abroad, she though that had been a new beginning. But it wasn't. This, this could be something. Madeliene had friends, a stable job and....and a child. The blond still couldn't fathom that fact. Nor had she told anyone yet.

"Okay," she smiled, grabbing her things. "I'm a bit peckish." Madeleine was actually famished and could do with a proper meal. But she wanted to enjoy this time with Ophelia. To actually live.

Together, they walked along the street, storm clouds overhead. They promised rain but it was dry for the moment. Kitten heels clacked across the concrete. "What do you do for fun in the city?"

[spectresdaughter]

@dontcxckitup asked for a starter !

This new life...It was, well new. Uncertainty clenched Madeleine's gut as she started to pack up her personal items from her office. Everyone had been extremely nice. Welcoming and warm. Something Madeleine wasn't used to. She hoped that, with time, it would thaw the icy exterior that had built up after James left her.

MI6 always lurked around the corner, watching. Through, truth be told, Madeleine felt a small comfort in that. Should anyone from her past, should Spectre make a move, M would tell her. At least she hoped he would.

Gathering her purse and coat, Madeleine started for the door when a knock sounded. She glanced at the clock to make sure she wasn't missing an appointment. Before she could answer, M walked in. Speak of the devil.

"Sir," she greeted, offering a small smile.

[theresastargirl]

“No, you don’t have to be just to make something feel comforting. You’ve definitely done that.” The small decorations were personal, human. That made a world of a difference when coming into these rooms for something that was already difficult.

Turning to look at her, Ophelia took her hand. “Madeleine, breathe. I promise, it’s great. If any client doesn’t like this, it’s something you can unpack with them. It’s good. Really good.”

Gently, she pulled her into a hug, trying to soothe her friend. “It’ll be good, I promise. Might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but all of this is anymore. You’ve got friends to rely on who will help. We’ll all get through this.”

[spectresdaughter]

Warmth seemed into her skin at Ophelia's touch. It reminded Madeleine just how cool she felt at all times. How...icy. It was her nature. Her default setting. But James...James had made her feel alive and now he was gone. She was alone. Save for Ophelia and a few others at MI6.

Madeleine swallowed, squeezing Ophelia's hand in return. "Merci," she said, a slight curl to her lips. "To new beginnings, no?" Her smiled dimmed, just slightly. New beginnings that didn't include James. Her hand rested against her stomach before dropping it.

"Now that my office is Ophelia approved, what shall we do now?"

[mgnifco-deactivated20250809]

#𝐌𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐂𝐎. Whoever wants to be happy, let him be so: of tomorrow there's no knowing.

too much knowing is misery.

ind. private & selective lorenzo de'medici from i medici. heavily headcanon based with influence from history. story told by clancy.

[theresastargirl]

“It’s not bad at all, what are you talking about?” Ophelia looked around Madeleine’s office. “It’s good, it’s cozy. I think it’s perfect for taking clients. I’d rather have gone to something like this as opposed to some of the therapists I’ve seen. It was far too… clinical. Seriously, this is a good start.”

@spectresdaughter said “I know its terrible. It’s the best I can do.” | vincent and the doctor

[spectresdaughter]

She released a tight breath, exposing her true feelings. Madeleine curled and uncurled her fingers. She should be basking in Ophelia's approval. This was a new start. A new life. But Madeleine couldn't escape the feeling of dread at being exposed so openly. This office, unlike the one in Austria, was a reflection of her. A glimpse into her soul. A place only a few people have seen.

"I am not an interior decorator," she said. "But I hope it brings comfort." To anyone who came to sit in her office.

Madeleine glanced around the space, icy hues landing on various figures of ballerinas. A childhood dream, to be a graceful butterfly dancing across the stage. But life had taken a different turn.

She shifted to face Ophelia. "You think clients will like it?" she asked again.

[voluntadfuerte]

He didn't have a good track record for women in his life. Not with M. Not with Vesper. There was always something easier in only getting involved with married women and dedicating himself to his work. But he also learned to trust certain people on occasions, over certain things. Certain persons he relied on more than others. But there was something about Madeleine that was pulling back the veil of past emotions. In this very occasion, he knew he could rely on her. His gut feelings being the best he could tell. And the fact that he was already aware of her ties to Spectre was helpful. One less secret to uncover.

"I may not know all about you yet. But I know enough about you to know that I can."

[spectresdaughter]

His words pricked against her skin. I know enough about you... James shouldn't know anything. Shouldn't see the armor she spent years building to protect herself. He shouldn't be able to see the fragile little girl who nearly drowned in that lake because of her father's actions.

Icy eyes turned away, seeking refuge from James' penetrating gaze and keen understanding. She was the psychologist. She should be picking him to bits but, truth be told, Madeleine was scared of what she might find. She didn't want to look too closely for fear of finding secrets that were similar to her father's.

"Fine," she breathed, still turned away. "What do you wish to know?" While Madeleine was a keeper of secrets, she didn't know everything about her father's dealings. She just knew he ran in an elite circle of global criminals. Their reach so far, she wondered if they'd ventured into outer space.

[spectresdaughter]

How about a small starter call?

[xxhorace]

Lea Seydoux

[amazingyoungwomen]

[emily-axford]

LÉA SEYDOUX AS MADELEINE SWANN Spectre (2015) dir. Sam Mendes

[spectresdaughter]

@voluntadfuerte sent in: you're the only person i can rely on. // james

Lips pinched together as she stared at the man who turned her world upside down. Who had both disrupted her time at the clinic and saved her in the process. Madeleine was still cross at this man's interference into her life. Everything had been calm and peaceful. She fled the shadow of her father's name. But it appeared even in the deepest parts of hell, light shone, because she'd been found.

"You don't know me," Madeleine stated, eyeing James as he fiddled with a small utility belt. He was right, though. She wouldn't let him fail. Not when her life was on the line as well. "How can you say that I am reliable?" As far as Madeleine's concerned, she was also the enemy in his eyes. A tie to Mr. White. A member of that secret organization.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[mcflymemes]

"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

[angel-of-ame]

O3O

[spectresdaughter]

I'm a sucker for the trope of character A crafting this persona and faced to protect themselves due to a traumatic past and in swoops character B, upheaving their life and reminding them how to live. i.e. Madeleine's story to a t.