Post by Madeline Medina/ Madame Medusa on Apr 4, 2014 0:03:56 GMT -5
Setting: 275 ADO, after Madeline meets Phillip
Storybrooke, the town library
Madeline wasn’t known as someone who mingled with the masses often, neither here in Storybrooke or back in the Enchanted Forest. She was somewhat of a recluse at times but rather than creating a reputation of madness, it was of mystery and enigma, perhaps with a taint of darkness. There wasn’t much that Madeline wanted in life. Her husband, her gem and the luxury that she was accustomed to. The luxury in Storybrooke wasn’t quite what she was used to, but she still had the other pieces of her life, so she found herself quite accepting of the reclusive lifestyle she tended to live.
There were always purposes to leaving the house, of course, and Madeline wasn’t so bad that she didn’t leave the house at least one, even if it was merely for a walk. She had very little interest in mingling with the residents of Storybrooke, though, unless it benefitted her. Research was one activity that often drew her out of the house. Back in the Enchanted Forest she had a good library to draw from, but here she only had the town library.
The library never seemed to be particularly busy. Madeline knew that the Dark One had opened it for his pet, the brunette bookworm, the French girl. Madeline had seen the girl (for that’s what she was a mere girl) around the town and in the library but decided it would be best not to bother with her. She didn’t necessarily fear the Dark One. She was older than him and knew her own brand of magic, but she was not as powerful as him and therefore preferred to avoid angering the beast. It was a survival method and considering how long she had been alive, she was quite successful, but would only continue to be if she knew the limits she was under and when was time to play nice. Whatever the reason for the opening of the library, it was usually quite slow. Most of the time Madeline was the only one there.
Today, however, there was another in the library. A young girl with auburn hair and a doe-eyed gaze. The girl didn’t look particularly bookish and Madeline found herself dragging her gaze down the woman’s form. She was pretty enough and clearly some kind of princess if her clothes were anything to go by, but also the way she held herself. She had worked with enough royals to know how a princess might hold themselves and this girl had that air about her. Being as old as she was, Madeline often found herself quite amused by the importance some saw in themselves. They were a tiny pinprick in the history of the world. Otherwise, though, Madeline didn’t recognize her. Madeline did her best to know who the current royals were, but there were so many and she had been through many in her long lifetime. She wasn’t always familiar with who each was merely by their face.
As Madeline turned to fully face the girl, her fingers played against the smooth skin of her neck, where a design she had created based on her family’s crest lay. It was extravagant, like most of her pieces were, but the crest of her family was obvious. Madeline’s gaze rose back to meet the girl’s (though Madeline appeared younger than her). She didn’t care that she was caught look, smiling without embarrassment at the woman. “Your hair, darling, is beautiful,” she said without an ounce of sincerity, stroking a hand over the girl’s hair. “Such a unique color. And such beautiful pale skin.”
Outfit @snow Princess Aurora
Storybrooke, the town library
Madeline wasn’t known as someone who mingled with the masses often, neither here in Storybrooke or back in the Enchanted Forest. She was somewhat of a recluse at times but rather than creating a reputation of madness, it was of mystery and enigma, perhaps with a taint of darkness. There wasn’t much that Madeline wanted in life. Her husband, her gem and the luxury that she was accustomed to. The luxury in Storybrooke wasn’t quite what she was used to, but she still had the other pieces of her life, so she found herself quite accepting of the reclusive lifestyle she tended to live.
There were always purposes to leaving the house, of course, and Madeline wasn’t so bad that she didn’t leave the house at least one, even if it was merely for a walk. She had very little interest in mingling with the residents of Storybrooke, though, unless it benefitted her. Research was one activity that often drew her out of the house. Back in the Enchanted Forest she had a good library to draw from, but here she only had the town library.
The library never seemed to be particularly busy. Madeline knew that the Dark One had opened it for his pet, the brunette bookworm, the French girl. Madeline had seen the girl (for that’s what she was a mere girl) around the town and in the library but decided it would be best not to bother with her. She didn’t necessarily fear the Dark One. She was older than him and knew her own brand of magic, but she was not as powerful as him and therefore preferred to avoid angering the beast. It was a survival method and considering how long she had been alive, she was quite successful, but would only continue to be if she knew the limits she was under and when was time to play nice. Whatever the reason for the opening of the library, it was usually quite slow. Most of the time Madeline was the only one there.
Today, however, there was another in the library. A young girl with auburn hair and a doe-eyed gaze. The girl didn’t look particularly bookish and Madeline found herself dragging her gaze down the woman’s form. She was pretty enough and clearly some kind of princess if her clothes were anything to go by, but also the way she held herself. She had worked with enough royals to know how a princess might hold themselves and this girl had that air about her. Being as old as she was, Madeline often found herself quite amused by the importance some saw in themselves. They were a tiny pinprick in the history of the world. Otherwise, though, Madeline didn’t recognize her. Madeline did her best to know who the current royals were, but there were so many and she had been through many in her long lifetime. She wasn’t always familiar with who each was merely by their face.
As Madeline turned to fully face the girl, her fingers played against the smooth skin of her neck, where a design she had created based on her family’s crest lay. It was extravagant, like most of her pieces were, but the crest of her family was obvious. Madeline’s gaze rose back to meet the girl’s (though Madeline appeared younger than her). She didn’t care that she was caught look, smiling without embarrassment at the woman. “Your hair, darling, is beautiful,” she said without an ounce of sincerity, stroking a hand over the girl’s hair. “Such a unique color. And such beautiful pale skin.”
Outfit @snow Princess Aurora