APOLLINE.

apolline delacour. twenty five. french. dragonologist / author. mom to fleur.

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[veelacours]

ronansavery.

           “ right, well. ” he took a last look out the large, glass windows as the snow came down in angry flurries, wind whistling loud enough for them to hear, “ guess we’re stuck. ‘m gonna be drinkin’ from THIS stash – ” he pulled one of his drawer’s open, bottles clanking as they moved together, seven or eight in total. “ don’t bother me. thanks. ”

            a long sigh leaves her lips, and she fires him an annoyed look. “ --- what? so you finish my tattoo and now we’re suddenly strangers ? “ she asks, disappointment shining in her eyes. of course, apolline isn’t deluded enough to think that they are friends - but she has to admit that she expected them to at least... be on friendly terms. after all, avery has done most of the work on her, so they’ve spent a few hours together. “ fine. tattoo and run. but i’ll stay here. thanks. “

[dailypeyton]

[darren-criss]

[veelacours]

 @dyiingflower

         " oh, she’s only this angelic when she’s sleeping. trust me,” apolline says, a soft chuckle following her words. she is sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the tattoo parlor’s lobby, with fleur snoring peacefully in her arms. “ just wait until you have one of these running around, narcissa. you won’t know what hit you. “

[veelacours]

elnorbones.

she stood in the middle of the room, searching for someone she recognized that wasn’t ronan avery. a relieved smile emerged at the familiar woman looking her way. “can you imagine leo as a father? talk about making my year.” she crouched down, contorting her features into a silly expression for the little girl. 

“mind if i sit?” her head nodded to the spot beside the woman and child. “i threw out my ten reasons why appoline delacour is the worst list beginning of third year, promise,” she added with a laugh. remembering her childhood crush on leo flint and deep resentment of his gorgeous, age appropriate girlfriend.

          apolline thinks for a few seconds, her eyes locked with eleanor’s. “he’d make a good father,” she says matter of fact, and shrugs. “oh, so there’s a list now?” she asks, breaking into a smile. during their years at hogwarts, apolline became well aware of the fact that she wasn’t exactly eleanor bones’ favorite person in the world. “so i take it you’ve moved on from him?” though she doesn’t mean to pry, she can’t resist asking. she always wondered where eleanor would end up --- and with who. “i did, eventually.”

[veelacours]

@elnorbones

          apolline is sitting on the floor of the tattoo parlor, her legs crossed in front of her and fleur locked away safely in her arms, protected from the violent storm outside. she wishes she could sleep through the turmoil too. her gaze wanders across the room, until it finally lands on an all too familiar woman -- someone apolline hasn’t seen in a while. her lips form an entertained smile, and she gives eleanor bones a long look. “don’t worry, she’s not leo’s,“ she finally says and nods to fleur, her smile becoming more teasing. “if that’s what you’re thinking.”

[veelacours]

annabelleroux.

Every time Annabelle saw Apolline, she was reminded of their school years at Beauxbatons, everything that happened between them before Apolline had transferred to Hogwarts, all of the feelings that had been pushed back to the ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ file of her brain… They all came back, no matter how much she wanted to keep them locked up. “Five hundred?” Annie repeated in their native French, “Is that all?” She teased, “I thought you were serious about this. What are your new reasons?” 

           " well, i was thinking you may want to LEAVE at some point, “ she says and shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips. she takes a small sip from her coffee cup, and gives annabelle a long look, her eyes glimmering. “ but i mean, if you want to keep going all week... we could totally do that. “ she pauses and lets out a soft chuckle. “ how many reasons will it take to convince you, ma belle? “ her smile fades as she SO easily slips back into old habits - like calling annabelle by her nickname. 

[dulciesgf]

[veelacours]

liammackenna.

he sat, unfazed and half amused at the brunette’s roiling temper. there was no shortage of people he managed to piss off in a day, and for good reason. he wasn’t there to play nice and to make people happy. he was there to get the job done and that was that. 

“i trust people i know. and i don’t know you, except for the fact you’ve got one hell of an imagination.”

he watched her face change again, frustrated, angry, frustrated. good. it shouldn’t be easy-

chill out brother dear. let the toddler wobble on her own for a bit. cait lifted a brow down at him that he caught in the peripheral as he listened to the thoughts filtering around their potential client’s head. he heard it before she said it. it nearly made him cringe. 

“because a giant flying lizard in the sky breaking out of the depths of a bank in the middle of diagon alley isn’t going to be obvious or anything. impossible to track something of that size. you’re totally right. and then what?”

           this man was impossible. how he ever managed to get ANYTHING done with that attitude was beyond her -- and she hated that it was suddenly her problem. a criminal and his merry band of thieves was all that stood between her and FREEING that dragon --- and apolline wasn’t used to being told the words no. especially not by men. “you don’t think we can handle a cloaking spell?” she said, her voice suddenly dripping with EXHAUSTION, rather than anger. “besides, they’ll notice the dragon’s gone eventually. just need a head start to hungary.” she paused, taking a deep breath, her hardened stare softening. “she is old --- almost blind. they should let her RETIRE, but instead, they just inflict more pain. it’s barbaric. how can you not care?”

[veelacours]

dorcasing.

dorcas didn’t bother giving their regrettable line of drinks a second look, already reaching for seconds when apolline got a chance to speak. “of course i mean that. cheating was like, definitely an incentive though.” the woman probably shouldn’t be having any more drinks than all the ones she’d downed already yet there she was, third glass in her hand, barely winning the competition so far and slightly nauseous look in her face. “i mean, have you looked at yourself? say the word and we’re out of here, duh.”

       “ i’m sure it was, “ apolline replied, her eyes bright with sparked interest. she wanted to see where this was going, so she downed another glass -- at this point, the sharp flavor of alcohol was barely noticeable. though apolline had always been good at holding her liquor ( she assumed she had her veela genes to thank for that ), even she was beginning to feel a bit...  seasick. “ careful what you wish for, meadowes. i might take you up on that... someday.” she paused, fingers reaching for another glass, letting the liquid run down her throat. her vision was starting to become hazy, and she was pretty sure that the room was spinning. or maybe that was just her. “ here’s to hoping that we remember this. would be a shame if we didn’t.” she raised a glass in the air, a suggestive smile appearing on her lips as she studied her friend.

[veelacours]

           it hasn’t been that long since she last saw annabelle, yet the sight of her still causes the same surge of electricity to rush through her bones. once upon a time, she let her break her heart, and she won’t make that mistake again --- so she always has her guard up around her, careful to not let herself get hurt again. but that doesn’t mean that she can’t still be FRIENDS with her. after all, beauxbatons girls stick together. through thick and thin. “ hey, i’m ready to go again whenever you are, “ she says, rapid words in French spilling from her lips. she gives her a teasing smile, eyebrows raising in query. “ i have about five hundred more reasons as to why you shouldn’t use dragon horns. so what you got? or are you ready to give up? “

@annabelleroux 

[peraltiagogifs]

[veelacours]

canismajcrs.

   it’d been a rough and exhausting shift at the three broomsticks that night. he’d had to break up one bar fight too many. and had been given quite the shiner as a reward for his trouble. so, needless to say, he was a little less than thrilled to see someone lingering a bit too closely to his PRECIOUS motorbike that was parked outside. before he even bothered to take note of who it was, he quickly called out, “ i’d say you’re a bit close there, eh? why don’t you back up?  “

             “ oh, would you relax? i was just admiring the bike,” she said, her accent thickening as her voice turned sour. emotions always got the best of her -- which was why she, against her better judgement, took another step towards the veichle and reached out a hand, letting her fingers trace the metal. she could never resist doing something she had been explicitly told not to do. “it’s nice. judging by that brooding look on your face, i’m guessing its yours?”

[veelacours]

            “You just pointed out that I have no self-control. Clever strategy.”

@cvradoc //  유 starters.

[veelacours]

dorcasing.

“as dessert, after the pints?” the actual bartender was nowhere to be seen, so she simply made herself at home, already reaching for the glasses to fill. “celestina is wild. like i said, fucking legend.” she shrugged, despite every word of that story being fabricated. “oh my god, yes. i like the way you think.” and with that she filled two more, setting them in line. “apolline, if we don’t survive this, you need to know one thing that i’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time.” her expression was serious as she perfected their lines of regret. “i’dtotally shag you. GO.” dorcas was already tipping in one glass.

      apolline fired her friend a smile and leaned forward, elbows placed on the bar counter. “wouldn’t have it any other way,” she replied, amusement written across her face. she had never been able to resist a challenge ( and it constantly got her in trouble ). “we should all be more like that, probably.” she watched as the drinks were placed in front of her, and there suddenly seemed to be... a lot more than she had anticipated. but what the hell... she had done worse and lived. a questionable (but working) lifemotto to live by. lifting a glass to her lips, she suddenly froze when dorcas spoke, surprise flickering in her eyes. well, she hadn’t seen that coming. “do you really mean that or are ya cheating to get ahead of me with the drinks?” she asked, giving dorcas a curious look before downing a shot herself. 

[dailydcheroes]