sylviedevereux

Since arriving in this town, Sylvie has gone to a lot of trouble to stay out of people's affairs. At first it had just been giving Coop his space, but the longer she's been here, the more she kind of feels like she doesn't fit, like she needs to give people a wide berth. She doesn't know whether it's because she knows word has gotten around about her previous relationship, or whether it's about how she spent a lot of time shooting and stealing from people recently, or whether she's just being ridiculous, but she hasn't exactly made a lot of friends.

Which is why, despite how bizarre it still is to her, Raleigh means a lot to her. Despite all the nonsense with Coop, Raleigh had gone out of her way to befriend her, even while some people would call them romantic rivals. Raleigh's the kind of person who's just like that, the kind of person who will stop at nothing to make sure anyone and everyone is happy and comfortable and has someone there for them. So, when Sylvie had seen Raleigh boot a young girl onto the street, throwing harsh words at her back, she knows something wrong. She doesn't have to have known Raleigh forever to know that this isn't right, that something's going on, and she has enough experience with magic and this town to know it's probably not just Raleigh having a bad week.

The whole magic thing still sends shivers down her spine. She doesn't like thinking about it, and she definitely doesn't like touching it, but something weird is going on with her friend, so she goes to the only person who will understand everything. Why she can't talk about the potential of magic interference with Raleigh, why she cares in the first place. For once, this isn't about their sordid damn history, so she knocks on Coop's door.

She spends the entire flight wringing her hands. As soon as the plane took off she regretted her decision and wished she was anywhere but strapped into her seat heading towards the United States. She's never been to the USA, and on some level, that's exciting, she supposes, but on the main level, oh mon dieu, what am I doing? Four years ago, she said that she was done with this, with him, with everything that kept tying her down to that mess of a life. She said that she was done, but here she is, flying straight into the eye of the storm.

She comes armed with more books on the occult than she thought she'd ever be able to find. Her local librarian had thought she was losing it a little with how many books she had gathered, but she had to know everything she could before she faced him again. Once, he had told her what he was, and despite the love and the gorgeous life they had shared, the whole idea had stricken icy fear down her spine. She had thought she couldn't get tangled up in that mess again; she had wondered, briefly, if he had been one of them, sent to find her.

In her rational mind, Sylvie knows it was all a gut reaction, that two years of trusting Shea Cooper with everything she had should have taught her better than to doubt him at a second's notice. She'll regret making that decision until the day she dies, and this is some kind of atonement for it, like she can forgive herself for throwing away her happy ending if she just sees him one more time.

The plane touches down and she's in a cab heading for Siren Cove before she's really ready for it, and then the cottage she'd organised online is staring her in the face and this is real. She gives herself long enough to unlock the door and put her bags down before she grabs her handbag and heads straight back out the front door. If she's going to deal with this, the first thing she needs to go and find is a bottle of wine, and maybe by tomorrow she'll have steeled herself to track him down.

ooc: hi, this is sylvie. quick intro post for her before I have to hiatus :( catch her around town, or maybe be her neighbour?

Salut! Je ne peux pas te répondre pour l'instant. Laisses-moi un message après le bip sonore. Au Revoir!

Please drop a line if you wish to plot background or future details with Sylvie! She is in desperate need of some friends, and she's got some secrets in her past that are bound to come out in a town like this. If you've got witches, she's going to be wary of them, and if anyone wants their witch to be involved with what happened to her, let me know~

Things of note:

she is French
she was born and raised in Lyon, but has spent years in both London and Paris
She is an accomplished pianist
and an amateurish photographer; good enough to be paid, but it's more of a hobby
she will be working at the Quill if possible
she has a serious mistrust for all things magic