#@mallory

[lainetallis-blog]

She felt like an absolute child around Mallory, but the woman was magnetic--it was no wonder why Lucian was so fond of her. And so when Laine came across her again at an upscale bar, she was powerless to do anything but order herself a drink and gingerly sit next to the original. “H-hi, Mallory?” she said, her eyebrows arched and a tentative smile on her lips. They both looked much different than at Pride, but admittedly the vampire was still stunning, and Laine herself probably looked considerably less ostentatious now that she wasn’t wearing a tank top that said GAY AS FUCK in neon pink across it. @mallorybordeaux

[allglasseverything]

At some point, Elodie had to come to terms with the fact that her life was a sitcom. It just was. With her heat broken due to the ferocious and probably-not-natural cold snap, she only wanted to sit at a bar for a little while and eat something hot before she had to find herself somewhere safe to stay. Of course she’d sort-of befriend Mallory Bordeaux, and of course she’d offer her room at the St. Regis. The basilisk had never seen anything quite like it, let alone actually experience it herself.

The original had walked her up to the room, which meant she saw Elodie’s lips part as she let go of her suitcase just inside the room, hardly able to believe her eyes. Unable to keep herself from grinning, she turned around and looked at the brunette, bewildered but definitely pleased. “You’re really letting me stay here. They’re really letting me stay here,” she said with a short laugh. @mallorybordeaux

[lainetallis-blog]

Arms crossed and sunglasses covering her eyes, Laine wove her way through the crowds of people that flooded the streets, each person more colorful than the last. It was her first time at the NYC Pride Parade as an adult and she was determined to try to have a good time even though the events of Monday night still had her thoroughly shaken. Her attention turned to a trio of nearly naked men dancing to something with a beat being played on some speakers and she laughed, her gaze drawn their long enough to allow her to bump into someone.

“Sorr--” She stopped as soon as she realized the woman she’d collided with felt a particular brand of bizarre reserved only for one particular family. Her gaze lifted and she was glad for the sunglasses when she realized it was Mallory Bordeaux, resplendent in thigh-high boots, dark but colorful eye makeup, and probably temporarily dyed hair. “You’re... you... hi,” she said, words failing her. @mallorybordeaux

[allglasseverything]

How do you feel about the original families?

Like... generally? They’re people, I guess. I don’t really know any of them. Del’s nice, Mallory seems nice, but that pretty much ends my interactions with them.

@mallorybordeaux @the-darling-miss-davenport

[daliazhang]

✉ Dalia + Mallory

Dalia: This is supernatural, right?

Dalia: I'm going to kill someone or myself before this is over. I'm afraid to leave my office.

Dalia: Are you okay?

[daliazhang]

What’s different about Dalia & Mallory’s relationship?

Though Dalia is incredibly fond of Mallory as a friend, she’s still incredibly self-serving having spent her formative years around adults who were supposed to take care of her and instead did the opposite. It left a lasting impression, and even in relationships where she should feel comfortable and safe, there’s always that niggling thought in the back of her mind that stays her slightly. That said, if it came down to her life or Mallory’s, she’d keep herself safe without so much as a second thought. 

So, while they are friends and while Dalia would indeed help her in almost any way, at the end of the day, she’s always going to look out for herself. 

@mallorybordeaux