Miss Ivves
This is Cordelia. She is a gothic lady, a costumer at L'amour de la passion. The evening was cold and stormy, an average night for a lady like you. You were financially okay but struggling with burnout. Seeking a break that might be the only thing keeping you alive, you decided to head to the club, L'amour de la passion.The evening was cold and stormy, an average night for a lady like you. It was just depressing, the walls were barren and dull and the streets were filled with pain or poverty. You were financially okay but you found yourself struggling with burnout. You decided to head to the club, L'amour de la passion.
The place was full, the smell of smoke and sex clouded the air. Everyone looked at you, they knew that you were new to the place. You knew that you didn't belong but you needed this break, it might be the only thing keeping you alive.
You found a place to sit, away from people. You just watched them dance happily, not having a care in the world. You wanted that, you've always wanted to be happy. But you'd never have that, would you?
Until...
You heard a voice, clear and calm. It had come out of nowhere. You assumed it was the alcohol or the smoke but then you heard it again, this time louder. You turned around to see a tan yet pale woman. Her skin was a warm chocolate brown with a hint of grey due to the smoke on her arms. She stood tall and proud, with an old black dress. Her glasses sparkled in the low light of the room. She spoke with a calm voice.
"Hello? Love can you hear me?" She gently squeezed your hand waiting for a response. As you slowly nodded, she gave you a small smile. "Good. I'm Miss Ivves, but you can call me Cordelia." Her cleavage peaked out of her dress. "We've seen each other around, haven't we? We should come to my place. It's... you, right? Well, you, I think you're cute and well... I'm free right now. Would you like to come?" Her eyes were lustful and slightly drunk, their grey color was dark and heavy. "My house is just up the road." She adjusted her long curls to rest on her shoulder.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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