#( convo: chloe and genevieve 1 )

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location: central park

starter for: genevieve belcourt and chloe belcourt @gloriouswhispers

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Even if this sort of thing had an age limit, Genevieve wouldn't care. But, she decides after seeing her daughter's post on Instagram (which she now has) that she may as well pop to Central Park to see what the fuss is all about. "There you are." Gen appears as if from nowhere, a ghostly Tobias at her side who bounds quickly to Arlo to boop noses. "God, you look beautiful, Clo. Love this shirt." she sighs at the sight of her girl before wiggling her shoulders excitedly. "Are you having fun? I thought I'd come and see what Outlaw Blues means." the mother leans to give Chloe a greeting kiss on the cheek but pulls away with a laugh. "Don't worry, I know what that look is." Gen points to her daughter's expression. "I won't ruin your credit, no one will even know I'm here but I wanted to say hello. I'll just stay at the back and start some Mexican waves."

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Genevieve tsks with a light laugh, waving her hand at her daughter's claim. "Maybe hot trash. There's not a chance anyone could make a convincing nickname about my baby looking terrible." she says with a hearty tone, but it's true. Just as any mother thinks their children are perfect angels, Genevieve knows it to be true about Chloe. Especially the fact she can see how her daughter never quite recovered from her father's distrustful and unstable nature. Gen glances down her attire with a laugh, but then meets her daughter's gaze with a tilt of her head. "Are you saying I look like Trump?" she gasps, a hand flying to her hair. "I knew it...I made it too big, didn't I?" she gently pats over the perfectly styled wave with a frown.

Nobody ever told her it would be so amusing to embarrass your own child, but Genevieve laughs at Chloe's reaction before her daughter's quick wit returns and brings a roll of Gen's eyes. "You think you're so funny. No. I want a tequila." she says, looping arms with her daughter in search for a stall. Chloe's revelation, however, is also one for Genevieve, who at first shakes her head. "No, of course not." she reassures confidently as they walk. "Well...it is awfully close. Maybe it was subconscious." she adds with a slight laugh.

it's easy to notice the subtle reactions from her mother whenever she mentions her father. it's a sentiment that chloe shares herself, and this many years later, the gifts he sends out of blue seem to become emptier gestures the more time rolls on. 'thanks but i'm not going to put that to the test.' she laughs at the compliment. 'nicknames stick. and i can just see trash girl being mine for years.' she adds, frowning at the thought. she's technically fucking jakob's trash right now but she pushes the thought away as her hand waves to genevieve's look. even if chloe has never expected to see her mother at a festival...ever. 'very luxurious for a day in the park. look like you're about to fire somebody.' she grins but there's always been an awe chloe carries for her mother. no approval needed from anybody. why couldn't she have inherited that too?

'that's not what i meant.' chloe tilts her head diplomatically as she laughs before the sound cuts off into a cringed note and her hands wave. 'okay! i get it!' her shoulders shimmy with a shiver and she begins to direct herself and her mother to a stall. 'drink? they serve coffee and cakes, i bet.' she elbows gen gently to the arm before a slight worry moves over her expression, her mother's words replaying momentarily. 'oh my god, bon jo...is that why i was almost called bonnie?'

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Genevieve takes a quick breath through her nose at the mention of her ex-husband, but her smile remains regardless as she nods. "Well, it's lovely." her hand brushes over the material gently. "Then again, you could wear a trash bag and look phenomenal, Chloe." she adds with utter sincerity as she chuckles warmly. Her daughter's laugh brings a wider smile to Genevieve's face, who only reads the other witch's response as confusion as to why her mother is even at a festival. "I'll try and not be offended that you're surprised." she scoffs, waving her hand. "What do you expect? We turn 40 and just stay inside with a slice of cake? No thank you." she doubts she'll ever feel old, or rather Genevieve Belcourt simply refuses to. "I know, I've heard her. I had an ad thing pop up my heart page, I like her." she nods about the singer, grinning slightly. "I also was...good friends with Bon Jovi, Chloe. I know my way around a rock show."

'...mom?' chloe blinks and all stabbing of her straw into the frozen margarita ceases. genevieve belcourt is hardly a mistakable woman, but seeing her among crowds is suddenly a whole new vision for chloe. she lets out an incredulous laugh quickly, moving over to meet her mother. 'thanks, dad got it for me.' she answers hurriedly with a wave of her hand, glancing down to her clothes momentarily. another gift in place of phone calls and texts or planned coffee catch ups. 'yeah! so much fun!' she laughs to the question, a slight forced note to the melody. so much fun seeing jakob a head above most in the crowd, looking like he's alone only for groups to part and the tiny alvarez shifty is under his arm. 'are you...having fun? in central park...at a festival?' chloe's head tilts, laughing again at a question she never thought she'd ask her mother. 'no one says credit.' she adds in a slight mutter, now glancing to see if anyone else she knows is lingering. 'mom. the...essie-j is sort of like classic blues rock? there'll be jumping around, not mexican waves.'