#delphine-st-clair

Location: Art Gallery. Owned by @theo-chaussard​

Date: 29.10.2022

‘‘I bet you’re pushing for a new bodyguard at this point.’‘ Olivier’s hands firmly pressed behind his back, standing to the right of her shoulder. ‘’We all know you won’t miss my dumbass.’’ Although humour lingered behind his words; if it did happen, he’d never say it. But he’d miss her. 

Vincenzo was a man who rarely, if ever, showed emotion. Sat with a whiskey glass in hand, he scoffed at the slightest inconvenience. He was not in the mood, and although he wished he’d been sitting in Vespucci’s, he wasn’t. Instead, he’d found himself in one of the French establishments, watching everything that unfolded before him. He needed to know how they worked, what their goals and aims were. But here he sat, wondering if this was the right decision. 

They were so different; and even if they were allies, they had different objectives. 

Vincenzo was a man who loved to keep things to himself. 

But when he saw the blonde, he knew straight away who it was. Delphine St. Clair. She was the man whom he associated with Varden. His woman. Untouchable. A shame really, even if he wasn’t into blondes, he could appreciate beauty. So without even thinking, he nodded in her direction. 

‘‘Well, hello to you.’‘ He called, raising his class as a sign of respect. 

When: Monday afternoon. 14.11.2022

Where: London Orbital Motorway (M25)

‘‘we’re one hour out, Ms. St. Clair.’‘ 

Olivier took only a moment to glance at his watch before Saxe orbs peered back out the window. Ever since her final admonishment of his actions he’d been putting his everything into his job. And if he was being honest? He welcomed the distraction. For once he decided that those demons that were attempting to eat him alive would be better off fuelling him towards what he needed to do than the self sabotaging he’d fallen victim too once again.

In front her driver was silent. He wasn’t sure the guy ever spoke, and he guessed it was the preferred atmosphere, so Olivier followed suit. Watching. Waiting. All it took was Olivier glancing in the rear view mirror once then twice. It caught his eye straight away. 

Their second car lingered just behind, holding the rest of Delphine’s protection detail. The fact that they hadn’t noticed this already had that anger boiling in his blood. But he cooled himself, lifting his hand to press the ear piece that he kept on at all times. 

That car was getting way too close.

‘‘Detail two---’‘ He paused for a moment, watching, observing. ‘‘This is Detail one, you have a tail hovering to the back...right hand size, registration plate Indigo November 30, 71 Hotel.’‘ 

Olivier sat there with a look in his eye, that of confusion and contempt. There was something inside of him that he couldn’t ignore; he was in something with Lisette, but Emilia was on the forefront of his mind every two point zero seconds; for that, he wished he could fade into the background and disappear. So, with a sigh, he looked up to the woman he worked for. 

‘‘Delphine--’‘ He was distracted. ‘‘Is there anything you need?’‘ He asked, as he shoved his hands into his pocket and looked to the ground once again. He was not himself. In fact, he was far from the man he was only a few months ago. Still, he looked around the room, purposefully shoving his hands behind his back with a slight smile. 

‘‘I can get it done now, it’s quiet---’‘ He trailed off, obvious that he was distracted. 

AFTERMATH.

There was nothing that could comprehend how it felt in that moment, something that he couldn’t change and yet his mind raced a thousand different scenarios of how he could have done things differently; how he could have been different. He was hurting mentally and physically as he sat in the room where they were meant to fix him; there was no fixing Olivier Fontaine at this point; his eyes were barely able to open, the knee had swollen twice the size of what it should have ever been; when it was set back in the place he made a sound he was sure he’d never made in his entire life. He now knew he had that capability at least. 

He managed to see the movement as he looked up only to see the woman he was meant to protect; if something happened right now he was sure he’d use his last few moments to protect her as best as he could. But he’s sure it’d cost his own life if it came to it; that he was prepared for. But in reality, there was a worrying in the pit of his stomach that wouldn’t dissipate. 

He’d let the French down and for that he wouldn’t forgive himself, he couldn’t. 

‘‘Delphine--- I’m...I’m sorry.’‘ He mouthed through agony, no sound came, his voice destroyed from the moment he didn’t even remember; everything had gone black and when he woke up there nothing but pain and air. There was agony in his face from his injuries but also from the guilt that he was currently carrying, something that he couldn’t get to go away. 

No matter how hard he tried. 

‘‘I thought I hadn’t it and then I just didn’t...’‘ still no sound. 

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Évelyne [drafts]: I regret that we may never have a better relationship than we do now, though I understand why and I will always respect that. 

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Évelyne: If you really want me dead, then you’re more like your aunt than I thought you were and that’s truly unfortunate.

Évelyne: She was a tyrant and Paris was in shambles under her command. You could be better. 

Évelyne: You are.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Ophélie: hypothetically do you think that i could kick someones ass? Ophélie: no one in particular paul is just being a cunt and thinks i would cry if i tried 

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Ophélie: im a fucking idiot for fucking feeling anything for him  Ophélie: you know what him im talking about  Ophélie: youre right hes garbage  Ophélie: but like also so am i 

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.