the dark moon .

⚸ MAEVE LLAMAZARES . the LILITH —— dark moon . twenty & two . escort . 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 witch . wild card . are you scared of the dark witch? † • † • †  With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so m e a n She's the angel of small death && the codeine scene

[thclilith]

&& eclipse.

She does look awful; she’d caught sight of herself in the club’s mirrored walls just before leaving, unkempt and slovenly and everything Maeve is most certainly not. Even now, the blonde is as radiant as ever, and some part of Cole’s brain — the part one sniff away from an OD — blinks up and thinks backlit, she looks like an angel. “’Course I know your name…” it takes plenty of help from the pavement but she finds her feet. “I just… I needed… shit.”

If she’s an angel, Maeve must be one the Old Testament kind, all righteous fury and justice. She doesn’t help Cole to the cab and keeps her hands to herself once they’re inside. Cole watches her with a temple pressed against the window. “You’re pissed off.” This is new. She’s never had to answer to anyone before. The motion of the car turns her stomach and Cole presses her fingers to her lips for a long pause before she continues. “Did you have to, uh… fuck… leave work because of me?” 

maeve can’t quite place her finger on the source of her irritation. or, instead, she rather not. this connection they share under the night and all things dark and occult is a curse in itself. it laughs on the face of maeve’s independency and ego of someone who used to pride herself in never needing anyone. granted, she doesn’t need cole. however, there’s something deeply upsetting about the woman missing from her house and her chaotic routine. this alone is sufficient to make her less than happy. added to the fact that cole bothered to look for her only when it’s convenient, she’s livid. 

the blonde doesn’t touch her, both because she is mildly disgusted and also due to her nice clothes. her shoes alone cost over a thousand dollars and she wouldn’t want to risk ruining them with vomit. but then again, maeve thinks cole isn’t deserving of her touch at this moment. so she keeps her hands delicately folded over her lap, eyes cast forward and a slight upwards tilt of her chin as they ride the cab back towards her home. 

“ seems like the drugs didn’t make you that less perceptive, ” she says, coldly. only then she risks a gaze towards the other witch, brow raised high. “ no. but i did have to leave my home and find you what, about to OD? ”

[cole-campbell]

WHEN: wednesday june 10, around 2am WHERE: velvet sensations strip club WHO: closed for @thclilith

Salem isn’t on anyone’s top 10 (or hell, 50) places for a good night out, but Cole’s always been resourceful. Right now she’s desperate too, and that combination proves violent and chemical: it fizzes and blurs and burns all the way into the following week. On any given day, she knows her limits and wilfully exceeds them. Now, any sense of control is far from reach; Cole blows her cash on booze and crushed up fuck-knows-what, unsure if she’s fleeing death or pursuing it.

Still, even the most seasoned partiers hit a wall. By Tuesday night, her own name is a struggle, let alone recalling the last time she ate or slept. She’s not wearing the clothes she started the weekend in which suggests she’s been in someone else’s bed, but they’re vomit-stained and at some point, the high sours. When the darkness threatens to engulf her, she calls Maeve. 

Outside, it’s cold and her teeth chatter where she sits waiting on the curb outside the club. People come up to ask if she’s okay, but it’s all white noise until suddenly, it’s not. There’s that tug — she looks up, and there she is. “Maeve…” 

[thclilith]

the absence is noted but keenly ignored. maeve thinks herself above it, though her frazzled nerves put her on the cliff of snapping. she goes through cigarettes like a race and puts herself to sleep with a criminal amount of alcohol. she works, though from home these next days, sending practiced texts and provocative photos. it’s not enough to distract though and there’s this hole inside of her that never existed before. and she is angry about that, too. 

she is on the verge of mixing herself something when cole calls. maeve doesn’t want to pick up and although she agrees to go find the other woman, she isn’t happy about it. the blonde curses the bond that pulls her strings and puts her on the move as she gets herself a taxi to whatever dirty corner cole found herself in. 

when she approaches the other witch, her anger falters for a second. something about seeing cole broken sits uncomfortable with her but maeve promptly pushes it aside. she figures cole barely deserves her pity. “ good to see you still know my name, ” the blonde says, crossing her arms. “ you look awful. ” she adds, for good measure, before sighing. “ come, the cab is waiting. ”

[thclilith]

&& mercury.

she can’t tell exactly what it is the other witch is feeling but it’s certainly coming off her in waves. something predatory perhaps, but definitely something hungry. marina can’t help but wonder what magic lies beneath her skin, and whether it is a twin to this web of emotions she senses. “i need the water.” she shrugs matter-of-factly. she reaches out a hand, pulling a stream of water off the lake and into a ribbon spiraling around the pair of them. sure, it’s theatrical, but she needs to make sure the blonde doesn’t underestimate her. her eyes are trained on the woman’s face even as her hands guide the water’s movement, waiting for a reaction. “so: you called, and now we’re here. what is it you wanted?”

her eyes shine upon the display of magic. for someone who barely cared for it at all, there’s something akin to greed running through her veins as she watches marina pull the water from the lake. maeve nearly wants to scoff because it seems a bit excessive. yet, it’s good. maeve thinks she needs someone who has at least some confidence in her own magic. she flickers her gaze from water to the witch and sighs at the woman’s straightforwardness. “ i can get no foreplay with you, huh? ” she jokes, lightly, before stepping closer. “ i thought we’re supposed to practice together to become stronger. ” the blonde shrugs. “ didn’t the ancient corpse say so? ”

[thclilith]

&& pluto​.

“On that, I can agree,” Ren nods, a chill taking her gaze in that.  “There is nothing lost between me and these hunters.  One in the basement another in a shed?” she whistles, a slow down pitch of warned sympathy. “All of that seems a recipe for disaster. Too many men with anger to my liking.”

Again, the blonde seems to bring out a quiet agreement in her, nodding with a chuckled smile. “I’ll be no one’s minion, cher. From what I’ve gathered, I can’t be sure Gen has a minion here at all. Especially not having run off as she did.” She takes a deep breath, looking the girl over before raising a brow.  “Who do you look to for guidance, Maeve?”  

She let’s it sit there, an invitation before an offer, shifting a waylaid braid from her face. “Mmm, they do say idle hands are the devil.  What do you do for work?”  Leaning against the door frame, she hums. “All of us should be able to use our books - confidence and practice are key.” She lifts her chin some, a quiet question.  “Have you been successful?”

“ unlucky for them, ” maeve starts, offering a malicious turn of her lips to her company. “ we have angry women to match. ” the blonde finishes. she knows she should be more worried, just thinking of what the hunters were capable of doing to cole. yet, there’s this reckless confidence inside her, a cocky defiance that tells her these hunters won’t be able to come in and ruin the life she fought for herself.

the blonde fiddles with the expensive bracelet dangling on her wrist before nodding to the other woman. she hums. “ she had some, but she lost ranks in popularity after that, definitely. ” she says, still looking down. 

her eyes do snap up at the woman’s next question though, and she smirks. part of her job is to know when people would like to take the lead in a situation. obviously, this comes easier in sexual scenarios, but it appears less than subtle to maeve here, in genevieve’s dusty house. the blonde reflects for a moment on what an occasion for this new witch to arrive. an expressive leader had fled the scene and all of the women in the group are stripped down to their most vulnerable forms – angry, sad, scared. desperate for guidance. maeve thinks she will make ren works for her.

“ myself, of course. ” she replies with a cheeky smile. “ that’s why i haven’t been a fan of the book club. ” maeve offers another shrug. “ i scam men for a living. ” she replies simply to the next question and nearly chuckles. “ mhmmm, some. i find my magic is some kind of… special magic. so, unfortunately, it means i have to come into the group. ”

[jupitersari]

status: closed for @thclilith​ time & date: 1 hour after luce’s revival location: a few feet away from jack’s body 

   it was the grip of fear, the lack of control, that caused ariadne to branch off. her chest tightened, and when she realized she couldn’t escape the appearance of jack’s face, frozen in terror at his early fate, naseua swept over the musician. nothing like this, in her life, could be comparable. and so, she knelt down, and began to dig with her own perfect, manicured hands. 

   “do not laugh,” ari requested quietly, voice far stronger than she felt inside. she sat back, looking at the pathetic beginning of a hole that she had started - she realized then, heart sinking, her own hands would never be enough to dig a full 6 feet down. even with a shovel, she would struggle, the woman who has never done a day of manual labor in her life. “hunter or not. he deserves a peaceful resting place. i wish i had magic to do it for me…” 

   ari looked up now from where she crouched against her heels, dirt smeared on one sweaty cheek, looking like someone unrecognizable with neon hair and dirt-caked artificial nails, hair frizzing at the sides of her tight bun. she met maeve’s eyes, wondering if the other witch felt any of what she personally was feeling, a raging storm within. “i have to do something.” 

[thclilith]

maeve thinks this should feel different. a man and a woman just died and perhaps both are by their own hands. she thinks stealing someone’s last breath would be terrifying or electrifying and yet – she feels nothing. feelings rise and churn uncomfortably inside her but they don’t come to the surface. she looks towards these woman who are her company and her accomplishes and she feels nothing. not even the satisfaction of having erased one hunter from the book. 

her eyes find ari’s figure and then she feels. maeve finds that she pities ariadne, so much more vulnerable than maeve is used to see. it’s strange to her. ari seemed to be alike her, in ways that they avoid getting in touch with their emotional turmoil, and yet the other witch is much more frazzled. maeve nearly envies her because she can’t feel a thing and she wonders if she’s real and if this isn’t a nightmare.

it’s unlike her, but maeve reaches in to place her hand over ari’s shoulder. it’s both to comfort and to pull her back from trying to dig with her hands again. “ i won’t laugh, ” she says and then sighs. “ i can fetch some magic with the earth witches, i doubt they will mind. ” maeve adds, too soft for the woman who is usually all sharp edges. “ are you sure doing this will help you? ”

[aaliyahxelectric]

status: open to all witches  location: outside of the bar where she works time & date: around 2am, just after close - saturday, the 6th 

   despite what lixue said about laying low, staying on the move, and being careful - liyah returned to work the next night as normal. if anyone had commented on it, her flippant reply was simply; a bitch got bills, a bitch gotta work. so, she worked her usual long saturday shift, filling her pockets with tips and biting back her fears with fake smiles and flips of her hair. 

   she didn’t drink, never had, but nights like these tempted her. with everyone gone now, even the old lurkers who linger well after last-call, aaliywah was free to swipe a bottle of rum from the shelf and slip out the back once she’d locked up. apparently being part of a ‘coven’ meant she’d never get a minute alone, and so she was given an escort that night - for safety in numbers, or whatever. 

   “hey, stalker,” she teased, eyebrows raised, holding out the bottle as her gratitude for the walk home. at this point, aaliyah figured getting busted for stealing booze one was the least of her worries, and it wasn’t like the drunk owner would notice, anyway. she and ofelia all but ran the place; so who fucking cared? “all yours. i don’t drink. figured you could use it. damn, this place gets spooky at night, shit, doesn’t it?” 

[thclilith]

the blonde tilts her head back and releases the smoke trapped between her lips. there is a nervous way in which her cigarette tremble between her fingers that maeve is a strange to. while typically unaffected by anything related to magic covens, the blonde can hardly lie that the events from the day prior didn’t affect her in any way. she isn’t afraid, not quite. maeve is angry and on her guard, but not scared. she figures she dealt with a good number of horrible boys and now that she is more powerful than she’s ever been, they aren’t about to ruin her in any way. 

still, it seems smart to not stray too far from company. maeve has a short date with a potential new client and then heads to the bar aaliyah works on. she doesn’t enjoy babysitting but she enjoys concealing herself in the shadows as she waits. at the rustle of motion, her eyes pick up the image of her friend and maeve takes a last drag before tossing the cigarette to the ground. 

“ oh, don’t you wish i was, ” she smirks as she takes the bottle of alcohol offered. it’s not her first choice of drink, but it’s what she has and maeve won’t turn down something to wash over her nerves. the blonde chuckles at the witch’s next statement and she looks over, eyebrows high. “ is that the hunter fever getting to you? ” she asks.

[thclilith]

where: maia’s home when: june 4th status: closed for @saturnmaia​

maeve doesn’t have the same pull to the softer women on the group as others seem to have. it’s not personal, not about them in special. maeve avoid this kind of people in general. the contrast of their kindness with her harshness leaves a bitter taste to her mouth and maeve isn’t the kind of woman who enjoys being scolded, even if indirectly. so of course, the softest bunch of the pack are the hardest for the blonde to approach and to be fair, she only contacts maia because the woman holds something of her interest. 

carter’s grimoire. maia kept it in the midst of the chaotic seance and maeve would be lying if she said she wishes she thought of grabbing it first. but it matters not because maia seems inclined to share the knowledge in her possession. that’s how maeve finds herself knocking at her door, carrying baked goods with her. 

“ hello there, ” she smiles and offers the bakery bag to the woman in front of her. “ i brought you something – to thank you for having me. ”

[thclilith]

&& mars. 

   maybe you were right - words aaliyah would never admit, but could still think quietly, a secret tucked away behind her tongue where it would never see the light of day. “bold of you to assume she could actually keep track of her shit or plan ahead like that,” liyah scoffed, typically not the best-natured, but the recent events giving her an even more sour tone. it wasn’t directed at maeve, of course. if anything, she was just annoyed that it was seeming like her mentor, someone she had considered to be their leader, was ghosting them. 

   “yeah, well…” aaliyah wavered a moment, trying to choose between another sarcastic remark or something more genuine and vulnerable. the latter did not win. “she’s like 50-something. we weren’t that close, and anyway, she’ll hit me up soon,” aaliyah believed it, even if her friend didn’t. she came to join maeve in her casual snooping, unable to deny she was curious about what genevieve could’ve had on the backburner, left for them. it would be her fashion to scatter confusing clues somewhere in the dust and clutter. “lixue though…” she gives a shifty look to the blonde now, eyebrow poised high. “your hot take on that whole drama?”  

the witch gives aaliyah a surprised look that turns into a laugh. through these months, maeve rarely saw the other being so outwardly bitter towards the historian and it catches her by surprise. with a smirk and a high eyebrow, maeve shakes her head. “ my my my, ” she starts. “ that’s the meanest comment i heard about the hag coming from you, well done. ” maeve closes a book and sets it back to the bookshelf. useless. she picks another one. “ i guess you’re right which, ” she makes a purposeful pause and turns to aaliyah. “ benefits us in the end of the day. ”

her eyes choose the book on her hands while aaliyah hesitates. while maeve is happy to seize a victory any day of the week, she decides to not expose the electric witch to her scrutiny. she congratulates herself on being kind. “ sorry. the way you spoke highly of her gave me the wrong impression, it seems. ” the blonde shrugs. maeve comments nothing on the comment about genevieve contacting her soon. she doesn’t believe it but then again, she will let her friend have all the illusions she needs to go through the shit storm they’re headed. “ lixue is a crazy witch bitch, ” maeve replies. “ i don’t trust her. she won’t hesitate before burning us at the stake if it means she gets to save herself. ” the blonde looks to aaliyah. “ how ‘bout you? what do you think of carter’s guest? ”

[thclilith]

&& eclipse. 

It’s a beautiful place and Maeve looks every bit at home in it; gorgeous in a way that suggests effortlessness and precision all at once. Even dressed in label brands, the immaculate surroundings only accentuate Cole coarseness. And she could be honest, confess that she’d picked a motel over one of Salem’s nicer digs intentionally, but Cole simply offers a charming smile instead. “You’ll have to let me make it up to you somehow.” It’s unspoken — however kind, Cole’s stay here is a favour that Maeve will inevitably claim back. They’re the same that way.

For now, the blonde proves to be an adept host. “Never been one to turn down booze. Wine’s great.” Her preference is usually vodka, straight, but Cole’s not picky. Besides, Maeve’s led them back to an equally well-kept backyard and the environment doesn’t scream of necking shots. “A toast.” Cole lifts her glass, generously full. “To… the unanticipated plus of being tortured nonconsensually and new roommates?”

maeve smiles in a way that suggests she agrees – cole will make up to her in some way. the blonde isn’t in a rush to claim this favor though. she knows there will be a moment, in the future, in which cole’s aid will be helpful in one way or another and only then maeve will bring it up. for now, she smiles one of her agreeable smiles and her eyes sparkle mischievously as she leads cole to the backyard. her stance carries pride and she is glad to observe the fellow witch taking in the details of her sophisticated home. 

her jaw sets as cole utters the word torture. it bothers her more than it should, that the woman in front of her suffered through such thing. her eyes darken just so, fueled by the anger coiling on her gut before she pushes it down in favor of a smile. “ i’ll drink to that, ” she replies, taking her glass to cole’s to seal the toast. maeve hums then and licks her lips before she turns to the dark witch again. “ normally i wouldn’t be the one to suggest a heart to heart, ” she explains, giving up on hesitation. “ but i think we need to talk. and i think you know exactly what about, don’t you? ”

[thclilith]

&& pluto.

“Am indeed.  Least as far as everyone here is concerned.”  She smiles back but it’s a tighter expression.  It wouldn’t take a genius to realize that Maeve’s tongue was sharp and judgemental- two qualities that Ren was less inclined to favor. But she wasn’t here to make those kind of waves so she nodded.  

“Of a similar mind then.  Haha, yeah, it’s quite the look.  Wish it had a bit more of the fun excitement in opposite of…well, death. ” she says with a sigh, an air of forced pleasantries in her voice.  Her life was solitary for a reason- she didn’t get along with all as well as she’d like. “Well, I say the woods, but it was more the waterfront wilderness of Lake Michigan. Somwhere remote where I could sink my teeth into my Grim.” There was more pride in that statement before a shift in how she viewed Maeve. “How have you used the time apart?”

her eyes stare down at the mention of the deaths again. maeve isn’t one to be easily shaken and truthfully, she is probably the less shaken by the deaths of two women on the coven. yet, it’s unfair to say it didn’t leave any impressions on the escort. the impact shows through the cracks, just for a mere second before maeve is patching up with another misplaced sarcastic remark. 

“ well, ” she says and another smile graces her face, looking forced at first. “ i’d say i wouldn’t be opposed to death as a welcome if it was one of those hunters who died. ” and the blonde means it. menace sparkles on her eyes to confirm it, though it’s not directed at ren. maeve can tell the newcomer is by far a fan of hers and well – she guesses that ren can just join the club. she turns her head to the side as she listens to the woman talk and nods. “ working alone suited you better than becoming genevieve’s minion? ” she asks, surprised that she finds something to relate to. “ i’ve kept busy, working. ” maeve explains. “ i probably used the grimoire way less than you. granted, i didn’t believe in all of this at first but, ” maeve pauses, reminding herself of the new luxuries she received after delving into her grimoire. “ i’ve been convinced that i could use the book and the magic. especially when we have some old fashioned assholes coming around. ”

[thclilith]

&& pluto‌.

“It’s not the ugliest place, but it’s not my style,” the water witch agrees, but halfheartedly. It was strange, having to attend the meeting with  so many women she hardly knew and it was even stranger watching them all listen to the unnatural one.“We’ve not had a chance to really talk yet,” she says, smiling at the sharp boned beauty. “You’re Maeve, right?”

She offered a tan hand, and an easy smile.  “Where do you sit in all this?”  She spoke it almost as if it wasn’t a question.  There were hunters, one whom sat downstairs and two more dead bodies than she’d have expected.  “Practicing in the woods didn’t exactly have me prepared for animate corpses and torture sessions-yet-here we are.”

the blonde definitely disagrees with her fellow witch’s opinion. in fact, she wrinkles her nose at not the ugliest place because to maeve’s taste – well, it seems she made that clear enough. maeve puts the book she’s holding down in favor of shaking the hand of the woman in front of her. she has the same smile only sharper and blue eyes consider the figure of the water witch curiously.

“ yes – and you must be ren. ” she replies. “the newcomer. how exciting!” the blonde says, just on the edge of sarcasm and adds a smile to it. maeve finds a seat on the arm of a nearby couch and crosses her legs before responding. “ i’d sit outside of it as of last week. ” she answers with a bit of a shrug. “ i guess i’m almost as much of a newcomer as you are. ” her eyes turn to the woman with more attention now. her speech implies that she has been practicing before and maeve regards the piece of information with more interest. “ ah yeah, we did throw quite the welcome party, didn’t we? ” she quips. “ so you’ve been practicing in the woods before coming around? ” she asks then wondering why no one else seems to be adept to her retail therapy choice.

[thclilith]

&& mars.

     for a woman who has never had much to her name, aaliyah was no stranger to fine things all the same. growing up in a las vegas casino meant she could pretend to be as lavish and rich as she pleased, though it was all cheap trinklets and baubles. here inside the historian’s home, nothing within the humble walls could be passed for anything more than junk, to most sets of eyes. aaliyah thought, like maeve, there was surely something of use… but mostly, the bartender had just seen lots of useless shit crowded into every free space.  

    yet, once, aaliyah had considered this place a second home - before magic, before the other witches, before all this nonsense started. she had known genevieve, they had shared a few evenings studying and talking… now, everyone had infiltrated, and it looked as shabby and plain as she had first thought. “yeah, well,” aaliyah sighed, her face in it’s usually sour expression. “it’s always been a dump,” brutal, but honest, aaliyah’s fashion. “and if you’re looking for anything important, i promise you she has hid it. gen was sly like that.” 

sapphire eyes dance over aaliyah. there’s something nearly mischievous about her as she looks over the other woman, knowing how much they disagree on genevieve. it feels as a confirmation to her, in her twisted way of taking things, that she has been right all along about the historian. after all, maeve thinks one can hardly be trusted as a leader when their place looks such as this one. the blonde puts the book back in the mess it belongs and pats one delicate hand across the other as to get rid of the dust they picked up. 

“ of course she did, ” maeve rolls her eyes and moves towards a next bookcase, as shabby and dusty-looking as the other one. “ probably had some things already packed in case she had to go on a run. ” she adds with a quick look to aaliyah and then back to the bookcase. maeve is less interested in the books than in their talk now, but maintains a neutral stance. “ i’m surprised she left you nothing, aya. i thought the two of you were amigas. ”

[marinachois]

location: a lake somewhere near salem time: 28 may, late afternoon who: closed for @thclilith​​

even after all these weeks, learning to use her magic alone always felt easier than practicing in front of others. marina was always afraid to mess up, or worried that she wouldn’t be as powerful as some of the others. that fear had manifested more than once, when she’d realized some of the other girls were willing and able to push themselves harder than she could. when maeve reached out, she’d been intrigued to say the least. this was someone whose magic she’d almost never seen before, by sheer virtue of her choosing to absent herself from past meetings.

marina turns at the sound of footsteps behind her, offering a nod and wave in greeting. “it’s good to see you again. i wasn’t sure you’d come.”

[thclilith]

maeve has always worked alone. be by virtue of her fate within her “family” or the nature of her line of work, the blonde always found herself having to fend for herself. she does so marvelously. prides herself in not needing the aid of others to climb to where she stands. the whole communal idea of magic that genevieve tried to sell  from day one went directly against her individualistic modus operandi. it’s no surprise then, that she decided to sit outside of most of the meetings since the dinner party. it still bothers her but she tentatively opens herself to the possibility of performing magic and acting in behalf of a group. but only because she won’t want witch hunters vandalizing her home. 

the blonde approaches the woman by the lake and nods in a greeting. she isn’t quite sure why she chose to come to marina to practice. perhaps she hopes that the anger she feels from having her home on fire brings an exciting twist to it. maeve licks her lips. “ well, i reached out to you for this, haven’t I? ” she says, stepping closer each time. “ it would be rude of me if i didn’t show up. ” maeve looks around then, towards the expanse of the lake. “ a lake, of course. does the location benefit you? ”

[cole-campbell]

WHEN: friday may 22, mid-evening WHERE: maeve’s home WHO: closed for @thclilith​

Of all the women — witches, to be specific, although it’s not a word she’ll ever take seriously — she and Maeve are the most similar. It’s not anything she can point a finger to; a shared love of high fashion, perhaps, although many of the others aren’t exempt from that either (a thought, unbidden: Luce in canary yellow in the breeze. Cole squeezes her eyes shut tight). There’s an affinity there, an unspoken understanding. Maybe it’s the reason why the other girl offers Cole shelter; it’s certainly the reason why she accepts. 

Maeve’s place is just as Cole expects and more. A stone’s throw away from the woods in an upscale, suburban part of town, the decor is conscientiously curated; all marble floors, fitted counters and closets, and more space than one twenty-something could ever need. Cole, of course, loves it. “Holy shit,” somehow, she’s managed to carry all her bags in at once and she’s mindful not to scratch up the floor. She whistles low. “If I knew you were living in the Ritz, I would’ve ordered a hunter hit on myself sooner.” 

[thclilith]

i’ve been expecting you. she more feels than thinks when her eyes fall on cole’s figure. maeve watches her through a crack on her curtains until she hears the doorbell. shoulders rolled back and chin raised she walks towards the door to welcome cole in. the will to impress isn’t foreign although everything else about this is shrouded in unfamiliarity – especially the invitation on her part. the blonde is usually very conscious of who she allows inside of her home. by far cole seems to be less trustworthy of all the women in that little makeshift cult and yet maeve invited her not only for a visit but to stay. she figures it’s perhaps the motive to stop that in itself is the motivation: cole seems to be less trustworthy in their group of women but so does maeve. 

she smiles at the woman, easy and proud and just on the side of flirtatious. maeve gets to her with a nearly empty glass of wine and she sips the last drop before replying. “ well it was my pleasure to take you out of that rats’ nest you called motel, ” the blonde says. the smile persists. she makes the way towards a cabinet where her bottle of wine rests on top. “ leave your things there, i’ll show you room in a minute. ” maeve tells her and pours some more wine on her glass. “ have a drink with me? ” she asks. “ i have other poisons if you don’t fancy wine. ”

[magatecon]

[thclilith]

WHERE: genevieve’s house WHEN: monday STATUS: open to any witches

maeve isn’t a woman to apologize for her curiosity. there are few things outside of her own realm that is of interest to her. to find these things, maeve isn’t shy. she puts herself in movement and finds her answers with little care for consequences. she supposes there’s little consequence to anything right now, as she goes through genevieve’s belongings on the house the woman left behind. her hands pick up memorabilia and eyes scan books upon books on salem and witchcraft in hopes to find something useful. 

when steps make the presence of another person – or should she say, witch – known, maeve doesn’t flinch. her eyes lift from the book she holds in her hands and looks at her company with a careless glint on her eye. “ so this is the hag’s place, huh? ” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “ i must say – if i lived here, i’d want to run away, too. do you think she ever bothered to dust? ”

[grimoiresgirlsrp]

                                   •   LILITH—  the dark moon  •

character name: Maeve Latimer

age & birthdate: 23, August 3rd 1996

birthplace: Chicago, Illinois

length of time in Salem:  1 year

zodiac sign: Leo

faceclaim: India Eisley

•  THE CHARACTER

Past:  mommy is a con artist. maeve grows on this information spewed on top of her by daddy’s relatives. there is no sympathy for the poor child’s feelings. daddy got deep pockets and he can’t get rid of mommy because of her. it’s all her fault and she was born to make everyone’s life a living hell. daddy has a real family, they tell her, and her half siblings spit on her face because she is a dirty bastard and she doesn’t deserve the food daddy puts on her mouth. at first, maeve lives in sadness and guilt devours her. she thinks she shouldn’t be born. years pass and by sixteen guilt morphs into anger. she thinks daddy is an asshole and that he deserves this. she thinks mommy is pretty smart and now she gets to snort coke for the rest of her life, all expenses paid. and she thinks she can be smarter. maeve is sent to a private school and she woos her dumb classmates and then their daddies. she goes to the internet and becomes a camgirl and money flows into her bank account. she becomes a stripper and money and gifts are showered on her. then she remembers mommy and she goes for the deeper pockets. 

Present:  she moves to boston because the family drama is too much. maeve doesn’t want a thing to do with them. mommy calls because daddy cut her allowance in half. maeve doesn’t answer the phone. she doesn’t like boston and moves down to salem. she still goes to boston for her best clients and one of them rents her apartment. he fills her pockets and comes down to visit her once a month and there’s luxury for her to enjoy. salem is boring, she thinks, but all around dark and maeve enjoys the bloody story behind it. the grimoire she receives nearly rots and she thinks it’s a bad present from one of her clients. magic doesn’t interest her until it benefits her. magic turns dangerous and maeve presents herself for duty.

Personality: tongues will tell you maeve is deceitful and slippery and that her motivations are selfish. and the tongues speak the truth – maeve rises in a pillar of self preservation and self importance. she enjoys the danger and she enjoys the extreme. she never falls in the middle of a spectrum, knowing life is too short to not live it to the fullest. confidence spills on arrogance. truth is she spoiled herself rotten and she doesn’t accept any other kind of treatment. she is prone to jealousy and it fires up when she doesn’t feel as if she’s on the spotlight. it’s hers, she thinks, and she deserves to have it. her love for herself is rivaled by her love of destruction and danger. she will burn just to laugh, she will hurt just to feel something. maeve will ask for everything you have and give back nothing at all. 

+ alluring, ambitious, resourceful.

- secretive, resentful, arrogant

CONNECTIONS

JUPITER: an unlikely ally, or so they say. there’s interest there that others cannot hold. strong bonds, forces being pulled together. you aren’t sure why but you connect, for reasons you cannot explain. playfulness and willing to take risks is where you find the most joy with them, a genuine bond that dare to be broken. they hold precedence and while you wouldn’t call it friendship, there was something interesting to be said between the two.

VENUS: jealous, admiration, all fuel to the fire. while you sat and watched, the attention all on them and you couldn’t help but wonder why–why them, not me? it wasn’t an obsession, more so a reason to keep busy. you act sweet, you act nice. it’s all an act, isn’t it? you wonder if they’re better than you, better at your own specialty. maybe they are. you should probably step up your game.

URANUS: aggressive, rage blind. your energy is matched, tenfold. it’s almost prideful when you look at them, seeing a slightly less knowledgeable version of yourself. they had their own tricks and skills, but their methods were all the same. peers, you could call each other–sharing a similar interest in the art of necromancy. it was mutual respect that kept the two of you bonded and maybe even friendship, if that was even possible.

one of the fifteen modern salem witches