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#& women with madness ; their men and bad habits • baroness
lcfthaunted · 2 months
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what's this? a whole ass fucking verse page written up? more or less more information likely to come as i continue refreshing my memory, but there, at least, is a story. there is even a blurb at the bottom of the verses page, copied below for ease of reading 💜
With enemies in both high and low places, Mazie is desperate for protection and is willing to pay any price to achieve it—no matter how bloody she may get in the process. Her loyalty goes to whomever can keep the wolves at bay, though she will sell them out in a heartbeat if it buys her a little more time. There is only so long one can stand being glanced askance at before deciding to live down to expectations of a society woman with a viper dæmon.
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lcfthaunted · 2 months
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that's s1 of h.d.m watched.
mazie never worked for the m.agesterium, but definitely worked with them, as the professor needed. there was a fine line they walked, hiding behind scholastic sanctuary and controlling the criminal underworld as they did, without bringing the wrath of the mgst down on their heads - and that careful balancing act often fell to mazie, as the professor was far more interested in his machinations, and his right-hand (and how mazie loathed that she was denied that space) too interested in the bloodshed needed for their control. she was furious the professor threw away that protection of the university in favor of playing with his new toy, a game that ultimately got him killed, and when the mgst came knocking, mazie sold the professor out in a heartbeat to save her own skin. not that it did anything more than that; the professor was already dead, and the mgst offered her no protection from his enemies.
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lcfthaunted · 2 months
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@aercnaut sent : 📺
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The further they get from London, the more the baroness seems to relax and come out of her shell. Her viper stays ever looped around her neck, head resting on her right shoulder, but even he becomes more relaxed and willing to engage in conversation. Though her accent never slips, his haughty, posh tone softens, vowels rounding northward.
She is, perhaps surprisingly, decently versed in mechanics, and spends her time puzzling out the functions of one mechanism or another, occasionally asking for clarification or correction. So when complications arise, Mazie is confident enough to pull off her jacket, unbutton her blouse cuffs, and roll up her sleeves. “What do you need?” she asks—an offer for help, but with enough of the power of her title to expect an answer. “Please, put me to work. A little elbow grease never hurt anybody.”
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lcfthaunted · 2 months
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cal's inapproachability as a highly venomous snake vs mazie's starvation for affection. mazie hiding behind cal's form, trying to assure herself it means they're meant to be physically apart from others, especially in comparison to her siblings' and parents' daemons
oh fuck me i didn't even consider. mazie's viper against mallaidh's mouse.
the way after her late husband's abuse, she is more certain than ever that they aren't meant to be close to people, no matter how desperately she craves it. (can snakes develop scars?) the way the professor Knows she's the right person for the job because of cal. the way she is reckless in her pursuit of protection after the professor's death, and the fallout causes her to draw even further into herself, becoming even more closed off. if she suffocates the part of her that aches, perhaps she won't have to acknowledge it any further.
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