#varden-lefebvre

[mrofontaine]

When: Tuesday, December 6th 2022. 

Where: Varden’s Office.

For: @varden-lefebvre​​

Sometimes he had to do things he really fucking didn’t want to. 

Knuckles rasping against the door of Varden’s office, that regret swirling in his stomach. In reality, it wasn’t his place to get involved. They were family, after all. However, protecting her had always been the main priority.

And for that reason alone, he felt that he had to. 

‘‘Have you got a minute, Sir.’‘

[emineyalaz]

@varden-lefebvre​

The party had her in a different mood than anything she’d felt like in months. Laughter was effortless while stood in the company of Kerem, finding his eyes across the room when they weren’t together, a smouldering picture of tension that even she couldn’t deny, and to have the  others that she equally loved; her small, selected family; it was more fun that she’d originally anticipated. And way more than she could have hoped for.

But then again, no matter the situation, the real Emine lay just under the surface. Like a prowling monster just waiting to be let out of her cage. Her eyes found him almost instantly, her classic taunting smirk already had her feet moving. There was no way she could miss a chance to play the games that filled her with so much joy. Such sweet, torturous joy. 

She took no time to step into his path. 

‘‘Good evening, daddy.’‘ She bite, giving him a once over. 

[amescastaignede]

FOR: @varden-lefebvre WHEN: September, 24' WHERE: MONTPARNASSE CAFE. Ext. Outside tables.

South Kensington held many memories, most, unfortunately, had been soured in Mathis' departure — the revelation that destroyed her family: he'd thrown away his life for another. Something he thought to be grander than the love of his parents and his sister. And yet, as she walked outside, coffee in hand at the front of the café, a small smile tugged at curling lips.

She'd missed this place, in particular.

Thirty minutes, that was all she was granted before she had to go back to the London Advocate and deal with an undoubtedly aggravated Felicity.

Montparnasse was somewhere she'd spent time with her parents as a kid, and for the longest while, she remembered the absolute joy when they could afford a day out and would end up here. When she could handle it, she'd visit... try and remember the times they'd lost.

Looking for a chair, she settled with the one closest to the getaway route should her phone pop off because her boss was as impatient as Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada. In thirty minutes, she was sure she could crack out a few chapters of her current read; however, the waft of cigarettes had her nose scrunching.

For God's sake. French people!

"Does every French woman smoke cigarettes instead of eating..." A look of trepidation flashed across her features, talking to no one in particular. Her ramblings hadn't gone away; in fact, in light of recent events, they were worse. "It's concerning, I mean... I've written so many puff pieces on the detriment of eating disorders — but my God... food is good." Actively pulling a piece of croissant off, she shoved it in her mouth and swallowed, a little more aggressively than she would've hoped. "And here they are, pretending like that food in front of them isn't making their stomachs turn over. I'll just... never understand."

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @varden-lefebvre​

WHEN: 28/07/2023

WHERE: Smoke & Mirrors.

Olivier delicately cradled the drink before him, savoring its rich taste while being enveloped by the captivating melodies of Adam Gyorgy's one-night-only performance. Beside him was Varden, an unexpected companion, whose presence added an element of surprise to the evening. Glancing at Varden, Olivier couldn't help but be impressed. "Truly an artist of unparalleled talent," he complimented, raising his glass in a toast to the musical brilliance they were witnessing.

[mrofontaine]

For: @varden-lefebvre​

When: 20.03.2023

Where: Varden’s Office.

This was a conversation he’d never wanted to have, in fact, he’d honestly never believed he’d have to. Sweat collecting at the nape of his neck while clammy palms rubbed on the leg of his pant suit, standing in the open door way of the mans office. There was so much he’d done wrong and he knew that, he’d never wanted to fuck up this badly but he had a way of self-sabotaging anything that was going right.

His work being the most important thing in his life and somehow he’d done the one thing he was asked not too, so with a shaking hands he reached to rasp against the door. Would he be told to leave and never return? Shot on sight? Taken out in the middle of the night, wiped off the face of the earth as if he’d never exsisted. 

‘‘Varden --- ‘‘ His tone heavy while taking in a raggad breath, unrealising of the fact he’d almost completely stopped doing the most basic human function known to man.  ‘‘ --- I was wondering if we could have a chat.’‘ Olivier was already aware that he knew, that this wasn’t going to go away and even though he wished this was a different circumstance, there was no easy way out of this. Like a man he’d have to take what ever punishment came his way. 

Whether that be life or death. 

[msmelissalin]

Texting - Varden.

Melissa: We all know what time is it.

Melissa: I'm almost two bottles of wine in.

Melissa: How're you doing? How's the family?

[mrofontaine]

Location: French Organization Headquarters.  Time: Monday, 9:00AM.  @varden-lefebvre​

Olivier had known this day was coming. 

He’d been preparing for it for weeks now, what he’d say, how he’d act. But now that it was finally here it was like everything had disappeared from his mind and the only thing that remained was the feeling of need. He needed this, he didn’t just want it. The anger, despair and inner turmoil had been swirling in his stomach for such a long time he was scared it might explode. 

He needed an outlet. 

Olivier stood outside Varden’s office, lightly rasping his knuckles against the door pulling his arms behind his back as he stood to attention. His bodyguard training had been instilled into him from the years he’d been with Evelyne. When she’d taught him everything he needed to know. He owed her more than he could ever think. But now, now was his moment to step out of that shadow he’d been walking in. 

‘‘It’s Olivier Fontaine.’‘ 

[msmelissalin]

@varden-lefebvre​

Melissa took no time to walk up to the towering man, face made of stone. ‘’It’d seem you’ve had your hands pretty fully recently, recovery, your position and the attempt on the life of one of mine.’’ She let her hand run down the lapel of his suit. ‘’Bold choices, Varden.’’