#swyngenevieve

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

SwynWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – Extreme Makeover: SwynRP Edition

A Fresh Look

Plot a thread where two characters are giving something — or someone! — a makeover.  

@genevieve-davenport​

Genevieve was the perfect choice for the start of her “fresh look” series! She was a fellow influencer, recently come to town, and had a cute little following of her own! Which meant that Isabela could get some new followers and so could Gen. It was a win-win, really! Plus, it seemed altruistic and nice and Isabela wanted to welcome the new influencer to town. She wasn’t competition! She was a potential new friend!

“Okay, so,” Isabela said as they walked into the boutique that Isa had a deal with. She held the door open as they swept in from the busy London streets. “This place is, like, so cute. I found it a few years ago and it is totally Magick-friendly, which is so rare for London. Obviously your style is super cute, but is there a different vibe you’re thinking of for this? After all, it’s a fresh look! We could do something like...European. Since you just moved?”

[outfit]

[mamabear-elinor]

Deck the Halls || Elivieve

@genevieve-davenport

"The help is much appreciated," Elinor confirmed with a smile in Genevieve's direction, not wanting her to feel unwelcome.

Even if Belle was smiling. There had been a flicker of something across her face when Genevieve had mentioned her mother smacking her, but it hadn't phased Elinor at all. It was just a turn of phrase. (And even if it wasn't, well--)

"If you're sure," Belle said, glancing back and forth between the two women.

Elinor could sense the woman wanted to say something else, but had the good (polite) sense not to.

"Did you come into the store for something?" Belle finally settled on. "Anything I can help with?"



[lou-bonfightme]

Locked Out of Love || [Genelous]

@genevieve-davenport

That is embarrassing, is what Toulouse thought.

"That is inconvenient," was what he said with a pleasant, neighborly smile. "Would you like to wait inside whilst waiting for the locksmith?"

Management at the apartment complex was not terrible, he assumed, but it also was not up to Lou's standards. He was used to everything being fixed nearly as soon as it was broken. Such was what money generally afforded you. For repairs to the apartment, he had his own handyman who was already friendly with the Bonfamille family and available at any time.

"Who is it?" came a voice from inside the apartment.

"A neighbour," Lou replied and then looked back at Genevieve. "You are welcome to come in." He stood aside and held the door open.

[prince--thomas]

(Do Not) Let It Snow || [Genmas]

genevieve-davenport​:

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Long ago she’d heard of Lindisfarne. Did she remember anything about it? Not entirely. There had been talk of Vikings and the artifacts that were most likely left behind but that was about it. “I feel like I’ve heard of it but I’m a little fuzzy on the details. I’m sure it’s lovely even though it’s colder.” 

“Oh! Yes, very much so. I was just about to get something warm to drink. I could get you one as well, for coming to my rescue and all,” she smiled, nodding to the small cafe across the way.

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Oh, right...Tom hadn’t really meant that as an invitation...but he could see why she would’ve taken it that way and, well, he wasn’t going to turn her down now. That would be rude. Instead, he smiled.

“Ach, it wasn’t much but, uh, sure. I can use a coffee. Hatter’s usually has good brews.” He said, looking both ways before heading across the street with the woman. “My name is Tom, by the way,” he said as he shoved his hands in the pocket of his coat. “Tom Harrington.” He reached out when they got to Hatter’s and pulled the door open for the woman.

(Do Not) Let It Snow || Open

Snow. God it was disgusting. It was probably the only thing about traveling that she really despised. Super hot climates? Not a problem. Constantly rainy days? Bring it on. But snow? Pffft. Snow and cold and subzero temperatures could easily get fucked.

Still, Genevieve had a duty to her followers to get out there and explore. Her tagline was "Adventure Awaits", after all. (And then, of course, there was the added fact that she was only in Swynlake for a reason and she also needed intel on that, too).

So bundled up as best she could, her steps took her down Main Street. How... quaint. Everything so far about Swynlake was quaint. A quaint little town nestled in its own little corner of the world. Where they celebrated things like the first snow.

As she meandered further, slowly making her way to the park in lieu of the clothing stores and obvious hunter's pub, she couldn't help but frown as something cold and wet whizzed past her ear, bringing a new set of cold chills down her spine.

"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're throwing those things! Last I checked, I wasn't involved in your little game."

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

The Royal Bachelorette (Part Two: Baywatch Babes) --@ [Brunch Babes]

In which Isabela and her family and friends go on her bachelorette weekend to Monaco...[takes place: June 22-25]

@lady-snow-flower, @genevieve-davenport

[cw -- fainting, illness]

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[Part One: Beach Blues]

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[link here]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

The Royal Bachelorette (Part One: Beach Blues) --@ [Brunch Babes + Mirabel]

In which Isabela and her family and friends go on her bachelorette weekend to Monaco...[takes place: June 22-25]

@waitingona-mirabel, @haveyoumet-dolores, @lady-snow-flower, @genevieve-davenport, @displacedprincess, and Luisa and Camilo in spirit.

[tw -- none]

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[link here]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

The Royal Bachelorette (Part Three: Bar Boys) –@ [Brunch Babes]

In which Isabela and her family and friends go on her bachelorette weekend to Monaco…[takes place: June 22-25]

@genevieve-davenport

[cw – n/a]

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[Part One: Beach Blues] [Part Two: Baywatch Babes]

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[link here]

[biceps--to-spare]

Gaston put a hand to his chest as if he was offended by the toe-stepping comment. After all, he was a good dancer. That was important and classy. Women liked a man who could dance. Of course, he didn't do any of that sissy stuff like salsa. Stuck to the basics: he knew how to waltz. Stuff like that.

Anyway, not the point--

"Well, I'm not going to lie. It is a popularity contest. So, I'd say just talk to as many people as you can. Don't worry, I'll hype you up to everyone at the Deer. And some of my mates. If they don't already have allegiances, I'll tell them to vote for you."

Gaston was sincere in this. Of course, he wanted to be at prom with a winner. Otherwise, what was the point?

@genevieve-davenport

Will You Light My Candle? % [Genston]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

A Fresh Look –@ [Isagen]

@genevieve-davenport

"Totally!" Isabela agreed, approved. She smiled. "It is super versatile. I have something similar, but I have it in a lilac. I love it."

Isabela didn't wear a lot of blue. She didn't shy away from any colors because she simply looked good in everything, but she didn't gravitate towards blue. Not as much as she did towards purples, yellows, greens. Her favorite was red, because she was an Aries, which meant it was her colour.

"It would totally bring out your eyes too. They're so pretty." The compliment was true, but it served a greater purpose of trying to endear Genevieve to her. It was obvious the other woman was the kind of person Isabela wanted to be friends with. Rich, elegant, and sure of herself.

[lou-bonfightme]

Locked Out of Love || [Genelous]

@genevieve-davenport

Para 700 words. Lou helps someone out with an apartment problem

Most of Lou’s days were slow and boring. He barely had any commissions to work on. There was never enough to do. He had even taken to cleaning the apartment when he was bored enough, which was abhorrent but which he couldn’t stop doing anyway. Despite not caring about this apartment at all, he did take pride in having a tidy space. And having a teenager who tended to throw her things wherever she wanted meant that there was always something to clean. He had begun to understand how Nounou felt—though, he still couldn’t imagine the tedium of simply doing this every day, day in and day out.

He felt restless but he wasn’t about to complain. There were plenty of people in his life who would be entirely too smug about the results of his latest manic episode. And he did not so easily admit defeat to anyone, especially not his family. Besides, he could convince himself that it was nice. Relaxing leisurely with no responsibilities and, of course, being with Opal.

Though, even that had started to strain. They’d had their first fight after dinner at the Lyons’ cabin. Lou had demanded that Opal start acting more like an adult instead of an immature child and she had spat all sorts of horrible things at him, just like she’d done her parents. The only difference had been that she had felt some semblance of regret around the matter. Of course, she had not apologized, he hadn’t expected her to. But, she had curled up close to him the next day, resting her head on his shoulder in what he assumed was the closest thing he was going to get.

Which was fine with him. He didn’t need an apology. He had never grown up with them. Moving on was just as well. In his opinion, it made things much easier. Discussing mistakes, admitting wrongdoing. These things did not come naturally to him. Simply moving on? Now that came naturally indeed.

Still--he wondered, sometimes, now when he watched Opal reading her books or painting or singing around the house...what had gone so wrong and could he help fix it? It was a surprisingly selfless thought for someone who was rather selfish but...he didn’t believe that Belle and Hades deserved the kind of pain that Opal was trying to cause them.

He’d convinced Hades to let him take Opal to Paris, just overnight, to try and soften her up somewhat. If Hades said no, it would only make things worse, he had reasoned. And he was quite sure he was right.

So, here they were: packing for Paris, when there was a knock at the door. The music had muffled any sounds outside the apartment, so Lou had no idea who it could possibly be. He was not used to strange knocks that came with living in an apartment complex. It was still strange to him and he wasn’t sleeping well. He could hear everything on the hall. The people above him. Sometimes even those below him. It gave him headaches and he often found himself retreating to the bedroom in the dark to escape a migraine. The whole thing was almost a repeat of Paris and he regretted giving his cottage to Sophie. However, the money that he got from that arrangement was steady and necessary. Besides, the cottage was too close to other things he would rather avoid. A migraine was preferable.

“I’ll get it!” Opal chirped, turning the music off from her phone.

“I will get it,” Lou cut across her, heading down the hallway. She pouted her lip at him but went back to folding the shirt that was in her hands.

Crossing to the door, Lou opened it to reveal Genevieve. His neighbor from down the hall. He had seen her a few times since their first meeting. They’d exchanged the sort of pleasantries that neighbors were supposed to exchange, but it had not moved passed that.

At first, he was surprised to see her at the door. It took him a moment to remember that he had offered to help her if she ever needed anything.

“Bon soir, Genevieve. May I help you?”

[outfit] [opal’s outfit]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

@genevieve-davenport

While a catch up with Snow demanded sitting in the sunroom, soaking up the rays and dishing where no one could hear them: Genevieve was a different creature. Meeting up with her made more sense at Pixie's. So, on Friday night, Isabela dressed up and made her way down to the club.

She found Genevieve in one of the booths and squeezed in next to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hola, chica!"

She hadn't been friends with Gen for long, but the girls had hit it off in that shallow way that beautiful, influential girls always seemed to.

"How was your Valentine's Day?" she asked, nudging her friend with her shoulder before flagging down the bartender. "A bottle of champagne for the table, por favor!"

[outfit]

In Celebration --@ [Isagen]

[biceps--to-spare]

No, he didn't think she would've received any complaints. He certainly didn't have any. She'd been a good time. Not exactly what he'd wanted to find at the whole email exchange thing...but ah, that was what he got for believing in an email exchange situation in the first place. He hadn't, really, it had been something his mum had bothered him about. And Gaston generally did what his mother wanted.

Still, he couldn't be too disappointed. There had been a few promising exchanges. And, well, there was Annie Tremaine. Who he wasn't quite sure about, but hopefully there would be something.

"Well, we'll have to see, won't we?" he chuckled as he dug into his own omelette. It was as much of a promise as a man like Gaston might give a girl.

Four Dozen Eggs Every Morning % [Genston]

[biceps--to-spare]

Gaston nodded and started making Gen's drink. He wanted to say something about how he did know her "usual" and did Hercules? (This was, of course, to him, the height of knowing someone, considering the amount of drinks he made for people on a daily basis.) He pushed the thought out of his mind, happy that she was asking after him.

He let that stroke his ego some. She cared about him, still, obviously. She wanted to know how he was doing.

Putting his forearms on the bar top after he handed her drink to her, he shrugged a little. Sighed. "It hasn't been amazing or anything. I don't regret it but I just--wish people understood, y'know? What was I supposed to do?"

What We Do in the Shadows || Genston

[mamabear-elinor]

@genevieve-davenport

"Ah," Belle hummed, her expression not changing from a perfectly pleasant one. "We have an entire section on the history of the town--"

"I can show her where it is," Elinor cut in, with her own perfectly pleasant smile and tone of voice.

Belle's eyes narrowed, just the slightest bit, but she kept smiling. There was a small, quiet beat. "Thank you, Elinor. I should get back to the inventory anyhow." With that, Belle turned and disappeared into the stacks again.

Elinor smiled at Genevieve, clearly warmer already. "I am sorry about that. She can be...unwelcoming." She certainly had been to Elinor, but, well, there was context for that. No reason to be rude, though, in Elinor's opinion. "Would you like me to show you those now? Or--"

Deck the Halls || Elivieve

[lou-bonfightme]

@genevieve-davenport

"Not at all," Lou said easily.

"We were just about to sit down to dinner." He glanced at the obvious to go bag in her hand. "Would you like to join us?"

"Hi!" Opal said, appearing from where she'd been in the guest room, which was supposed to be his studio but was now her room. Still was partially used as a studio though and she had paint streaked on her arm.

"Caillou, please go clean up before we eat," Lou sighed at her in French.

"I'm Opal! What's your name?" Opal said, ignoring Lou and smiling wide and slightly vicious at Genevieve.

"Her name is Genevieve. Allons-y."

Opal rolled her eyes but then disappeared to the washroom.

"I apologize for my niece. She--is too nosy for her own good."

"I heard that!" Opal said from down the hall before closing the bathroom door.

"Dinner?"

Locked Out of Love || [Genelous]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela had felt badly that Genevieve's dad had died so soon after her wedding. She hadn't been able to be as good of a friend as she wanted to through it. Of course, she'd sent her messages of support and told her that she was there to talk--but they both knew that it was mostly superficial promises.

She had been grieving too. And not ready to take on someone else's grief. Not at first.

But Isabela was better now. She wasn't gonna let someone like William Clayton bring her down. (The outpouring of sympathy from her followers and her family obeying the directive to not talk about it certainly helped.) Not for long, anyway.

And she wanted to be there for Gen. So, she'd contributed to the snacks and brought over a bag full of face masks and nail polishes. As well as a bouquet of beautiful, white lilies.

"I'm not really a Halloween movie girlie," Isabela looked up from where she was painting her toe nails a dark maroon. "They're not a huge thing in Avalor. But, I like that one--Practical Magic? I know they didn't hire real witches, but I did read they consulted with a love witch so...for the time." She gave a little shrug.

[outfit]

@genevieve-davenport

Girls Night || Isagen