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Now, there was no way that Genevieve should be surprised that Asher responded. This was how it always went with him. And she knows better -- and when someone knows better, they should do better. Yet, here she was; Facing an impulsion of interacting with him. Her heart weighed down heavy and a frown settled on her face as she perused over his recent messages.

She stood up from where she had been working at her desk, his texts left on "read" for now. As Genevieve pondered on what her next actions should be, she slowly paced in front of her desk, back and forth while holding the phone in both of her hands. Maybe... she cared too much about him still - even if she was refusing to admit it. A sigh took flight from her lips when she decided to finally reply to his texts.

[ text ]: i don't hate you. [ text ]: but you still need to stop with the dramatics, ash. [ text ]: i don't get you, sometimes. [ text ]: ugh, i'm gonna call you. just answer it.

After sending that final text, Genevieve decided to bite the bullet. Her thumb hovered over the green icon on Asher's contact before she finally pressed it, dialing him up for a verbal conversation on this.

truth told, asher was surprised when genevive responded to him at all. he wasn't in his right mind, otherwise he'd have known all he should expect was a swift rebuke and block. it's what he deserved, really. her responses didn't give him much comfort though. asher slipped down from the couch and slid to the floor, covering his face with his hands and pressing his back to the foot of the furniture. letting out an exasperated sigh and ignoring the friend poking at his side, asher pulled himself together just long enough to send off a few quick, reckless texts again.

[ text ]: i know you hate me. [ text ]: no. only person i love is you. but whatever i just needed to tell you [ text ]: i dont understand anything rn my brain is so gone [ text ]: is that what you really want? me to leave you alone forever? [ text ]: gen...

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Oh, Genevieve honestly couldn't be too surprised about the confidence that seeped away from Harvey. Over the years, his way of being had absolutely grown on her. And even on this night, it was a bit refreshing to hear him remind her of their mutual ambitions. Harvey just had a way about him.

His way was magnetism and charm, conviction in his words. So, when their lips were sealed against each others, a little chuckle escaped from Genevieve's mouth. The opportunity to soak in all of his playful flirtations was taken. With a flutter of her eyes, she threatened to melt into the kiss -- but she managed to pry her lips away from his with a resounding smack. "...I bet you're sure of the taste now." Genevieve remarked as she looked up to him, her head tilted just slightly to the side. All of that was just for light banter, though. "And you know what? You're right. We do go after what we want. Proudly and loudly. So, I have to say, Mr. Specter. What I want... is you. And I will have you. Just you wait."

Harvey’s hands rested at her waist as she leaned into him, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t the type to get sentimental or throw around empty cliches, but tonight? Tonight, he felt like indulging.

"Isn’t that what we always say?" he mused, his voice rich with amusement. "Another year, another promise to ourselves that this one will be different... and here we are again, right back in the same spot."

He paused, a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. "But you and I both know, Genevieve, we don’t need a New Year to go after what we want. We do that every damn day."

When she mentioned the lip gloss again, a slow, knowing smile spread across Harvey’s face. He couldn’t resist. "Hmm, I'm not quite sure," he said, his voice low with the hint of a challenge. "Let me have another taste."

Without another word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was deeper, more certain this time—his way of testing just how sweet that honeycomb really was.

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All that talk about time not stopping for anyone, yet a moment held still. A moment that truly did not feel fleeting. Her eyes went half-lidded as their lips smoothed in a delicate dance. In a desperate attempt to keep herself grounded, Genevieve settled each of her palms against his chest.

A celebratory popping of fireworks could not outshine the thumping of her own heart. Sounds were deafened in this prolonged moment until their display of affection had ceased. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, but her gaze was fixed up to him. What a way to bring in this new year.

With a beaming smile and warm cheeks, she felt a bit giddy while sharing this experience with him. Nothing wrong with cutting loose and enjoying life - especially on days like this.

"Happy New Year, Harvey." Genevieve returned the sentiment back to him, her bright smile could even be heard in the tone of her voice. "...I feel this year is gonna be something special. -- But what do you think? Does it taste like honey?"

The clock ticked down, the seconds slipping away as Harvey watched Genevieve with a knowing smirk. Time may have been merciless, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

"Honeycomb Heaven," he murmured, his voice almost a purr, his eyes lingering on her lips. "A new year, a new taste."

He didn’t wait for her to answer. With a smooth, practiced motion, he closed the distance between them, his hand finding the back of her neck, pulling her gently toward him. His lips brushed hers softly at first—just a tease—then deeper, more certain, as if marking the moment. The kiss was a promise, a shared breath, a declaration that neither of them needed to speak the words.

When they pulled apart, the world around them seemed to pause, the sound of the clock fading into the background.

Harvey’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and something more. "Happy New Year, Genevieve."

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open to: everyone, mutuals & non-mutuals muse: genevieve scott age: 30 occupation: attorney sexuality: bisexual plot: simply bringing in the new years with a traditional kiss! connection: any tagging: @indiestarter

The clock said that the new year would be here in just two minutes. This year was certainly a wild one - filled with good, bad, ...and everything else in between. At least she showed enough resilience to survive it all. Genevieve's eyes soon flicked away from the clock, giving her undivided attention on the individual beside her. "Time is merciless, huh? Always going, refusing to pause or rewind." Genevieve stated as she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. A deep remark prodded its way from her brain... or maybe it was just the mindless talking from the glass of champagne that she had been nursing. Nevertheless, her lips thinned into tight line before pursing out once more. "...Y'know - this lip gloss that I have on? Honeycomb Heaven. It's suppose to taste like a sweet hint of actual honey. Do... you wanna test it out and lemme know? For the sake of a new year."

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Genevieve, 30, Attorney

That initial buzz of her phone against the surface of her desk didn't earn more than a brief glance. Genevieve was much too busy thoroughly reading over a contract that one of her clients had forwarded to her email. But when one notification became an incessant string of vibrations, her eyebrows knitted in towards each other in confusion. A decision came -- and it was that of breaking her focus on her work in favor of seeing what was popping up on her phone. When she picked up the device, a quick skim of those messages left her a little.. perturbed. Now, Genevieve knew that she shouldn't respond to the messages; Asher's texts were laced with incoming drama. Yet, her thumbs were already gliding effortlessly across the screen. [ text ]: please stop. [ text ]: you don't need to be texting me like this AT ALL. [ text ]: only person you love is yourself.

open to anyone! asher is a 27 year-old messy high end chef. your muse is receiving the texts. drug use tw

if anyone could read asher's internal monologue in this moment, it would be saying one thing over and over: i should put my phone away. i should put my phone away. he was fucked up. there wasn't a pretty way to describe it. every part of his body was inflamed and his eyes practically felt like they were buzzing. when he'd embarked on this acid trip with his friends, he knew the very first thing he should do is hide his phone from himself. yet, he didn't. wiping sweat from his forehead that wasn't even there, asher unlocked his phone and fired off several texts:

'i'm so fucked up right now.' 'i'm with people and i hate them cause they aren't you.' 'i love you so much.' 'i know you don't wanna hear it but i needed you to know.'

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muse: genevieve p. scott (30)

open to: anyone, any gender, 21+

connections: any ( or none )

plot: on her way back home from a business trip, genevieve's car broke down on the side of the road in a rural area. cell service is bad and she's stuck and looks like your typical damsel-in-distress. this could be wholesome, wacky, horror, smut, or anything in between! let your imagination flow.

tagging: @indiestarter

Honestly, Genevieve had no idea why she was holding the hood up of her Mercedes-Benz to even investigate why it decided to come to a complete halt. It's not like she had any idea what she was looking for. All of these wires and metal components... were absolutely lost on her.

"Maybe it would have been better to get a plane ticket..." She grumbled to herself before releasing a sigh through her lips. But even if she didn't fully understand what she was looking at, her entire focus was on the engine -- a bit oblivious to her surroundings at the moment.

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will reply to threads later tonight! just taking time to settle down after work, but if you want to plot, ship or whatever else, feel free to dm me xoxo ♥

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open to: m, 21+ ( mutuals and non-mutuals ♥ ) muse: genevieve scott age: 29/30 connections: ex boyfriend, ex fiance, estranged husband, former fwb, etc plot: genevieve and your muse have been separated since the earlier part of the year. but suddenly, out of nowhere, she has contacted your muse because she wants him to "meet someone" tagging: @indiestarter

"Please don't yell..." And that was the first thing she could say to him in the doorway. In her arms, Genevieve carried a small newborn. Luckily, the little one seemed to be fast asleep. "This is who I want you to meet. ...Her name is Clementine. ...She's our daughter."

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open to: f / femme muses, 21+ ( mutuals and non-mutuals ♥ ) muse: genevieve scott age: 29/30 connection: ex-girlfriend, ex-fiancee, etc. plot: genevieve and your muse secretly dated in college, but she broke it up right before she got into law school. now genevieve ran across your muse as realized she still has feelings for them. tagging: @indiestarter

"Wow..." A small exclamation came from her mouth as she look over the woman ahead of her inside of the grocery store. In Genevieve's cart, she had a few items and still had a few more to go. But all of that came to a halt when she took notice of the familiar beauty. "You haven't... changed at all. Wait - I thought you moved away? Are you back - What... I can't believe I'm seeing you. It's like... seeing a ghost."