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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 .

Corinne  is  the  only  daughter  of  the  affluent  Delacroix  family;  her  father,  Marcel,  being  a  prominent  financial  auditor  for  multiple  big-name  businesses  and  her  mother,  Rowena,  being  a  renowned  interior  designer  of  elite,  classic  tastes.  On  the  surface,  they  seem  to  be  a  normal  —  if  privileged  —  family.  But  something  dark  lurks  underneath.

For  as  long  as  Corinne  has  known,  she  has  been  an  Evolver.  Though  it  wasn't  until  she  was  a  bit  older,  and  her  parents  instilled  the  importance  of  secrecy  surrounding  her  Evol  that  Corinne  realised  she  is  of  a  very  rare  kind  of  Evolver  —  the  Anhausen  class.  Very  few  Evols  of  this  class  exist  (  MC  is  currently  the  only  in-game  example  of  this  class  ),  and  beyond  that,  her  specific  Evol  presents  a  number  of  dangerous  opportunities  if  the  knowledge  is  given  to  the  wrong  people.

Corinne's  Evol  is  Time.  As  an  untrained  Evolver,  she  is  only  able  to  pause  or  travel  through  time  for  very  short  periods;  from  a  few  minutes  up  to  a  few  hours  and  doing  so  brings  great  stress  upon  her  body.  The  potential,  however,  to  travel  great  lengths  means  that  Corinne  is  a  prime  target  for  experiment  and  research  labs.  It  is  because  of  this  that  she  has  always  kept  her  Evol  a  secret.

Her  parents  have  gone  to  great  lengths  to  keep  her  safe,  but  in  doing  so,  her  father  found  himself  in  the  web  of  Ever's  watchful  eyes.  Marcel's  widespread  connections  both  in  Linkon  City  and  the  N109  zone  makes  him  both  a  perfect  candidate  for  networking  and  a  perfect  target  for  those  that  don't  want  someone  knowing  too  much.

When  her  father  doesn't  return  from  a  three-day  business  trip,  it  sparks  immediate  concern.  Corinne  demands  they  begin  a  search,  but  her  own  mother  seems  hesitant  to  look  for  him,  perhaps  because  she  fears  whoever  is  keeping  him  must  already  know  about  Corinne's  Evol,  and  even  the  authorities  seem  lax  in  their  investigation.  Unperturbed,  Corinne  takes  it  upon  herself  to  search  for  him  and  enters  the  stage  of  players.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 . ( inspo )

𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪 , 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 . top : lilac , ambrette heart : petrichor , violet absolute , orris concrete , cypriol base : vegan ambergris , oub , labdaunum

an encounter with an apparition in the cold, damp caves of count orlok's castle; a chilling scent of wilting lilacs, velvety vegan ambergris and strikes of lightning that fill the air with petrichor and electricity—it's both delicate and hedonistic.

𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙮 , 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝 . top : ylang-ylang , jasmine heart : tonka bean absolute base : rose

a loving, reverent study of pure, sweet lilies and funereal silences. these blooms are at the height of their beauty; their alabaster form and curve full and flourishing, just on the cusp of decay. this is a narcotic white floral fragrance heavy with every aspect it evokes-- from the sweet waxy petals, to the subtle spice of pollen, to the pearlescent plastic wrapped around the stems. let it transport you to a serene space where the fullness of beauty and its inevitable decay can be contemplated without fear. the message is one of meditation, acceptance and optimism.

𝙣𝙤. 4 , 𝙟𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 . top : rose , bergamot , anise heart : tuberose , nutmeg , heliotrope , violet base : oakmoss , vanilla , tonka bean absolute , ambergris

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. IS THERE A GOD INSIDE YOU, GIRL ?

( i guess this is what you were trying to tell me , this is what heaven is : fingers dipped in blood & starved lungs / you quiver before god as he steals the light under your skin and call it holy, call it sacred — tell me did you really think he'd forged you a halo out of your own grace ?

. he'd rather eat it. )

❝ ah. you wish to learn about the ancients? ❞ there's no denying the hint of delight in his tone, the way he exhales with an almost aching, sentimental sigh. the scions were slow coming to ask the right questions, to truly figure it out for themselves. but for someone, her, to ask him for his knowledge directly? well, that was the very reason he'd offered himself and his camaraderie in the first place, was it not? though they would sooner shirk his alliance than take full advantage of it.

she tells herself that she asks these burning questions because it may well help the scions in the future, but it'd be a lie to say she isn't genuinely interested. every time emet-selch has spoken of this 'perfect world', there's a cadence to his tone that is undeniably full of sentiment. being homesick for a place one cannot return to must be difficult, so it's not hard to empathise with him. it is only his methods that bring her pause, and his insistence that she and the rest of the people of this shard are not worth the survival. that only made whole could they truly live.