genevieve tugged her father's jacket closer as she stepped out of the backdoor of her cottage into the crisp morning air. retrieving the watering can sitting amongst her gardening supplies, she filled it up before beginning to water the rather expansive garden surrounding the home. the young woman hums softly to herself as she goes about hydrating the various buds, blooms and full growths in her care. deep blue eyes subtly scan the grass just in case she happened upon any of the interesting rocks she'd found as of late. her humming stops abruptly at the sound of soft snoring in the distance. genevieve's steps are much slower with the task of watering abandoned altogether. a gasp tore past her chest nearly sending the watering can flying out of her hands. there laid @erstwhles, curled up and half dressed, sound asleep amongst her flowers.
a small gray cat suddenly spawned at her feet, weaving between her legs before sitting and looking up with expectant eyes. " is he a friend of yours? " genevieve murmured nervously to her companion. the cat surely rolls their eyes as they rose and walked over to the sleeping figure before circling him. she followed cautiously behind the cat. she leaned over him ever so slightly hoping to get a look at his face. her heart pounded against her ribs as she wracked her brain on how to wake him up. what if he was dangerous and rousing him triggered violence ? or what if he was hurt and she couldn't help him ? the possibility sends a shiver down genevieve's spine. her hands shake as she tightens her grip on the watering can prepared to brandish it as a weapon, if need be. she swallowed roughly just as her lips part to speak. the morning breeze drying her mouth as the moment of hesitation persists. say something ! say anything ! he's crushing your flowerbeds ! a deep breath before, " h — hello? " when the young man doesn't stir, the mortifying realization that she'd have to be louder and closer to wake him washes over her. the grey cat, still circling the figure, looks up at genevieve again with the same expectant eyes. she returns the look as if to say alright, okay ! admittedly, she couldn't be louder but she could try closer.
releasing the iron grip on the watering can, genevieve placed it down at her feet before moving cautiously towards the sleeping man. a deep exhale escapes her as she knelt down in the grass beside him, " hello? " firmer, a touch louder. " wake up. " her hand trembles as it reached out to gently shake his shoulder. " please wake up. "
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open starter ⇢ 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊.
𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 . . . daskalos bookstore.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑, or at least for people of her stature — she’s been at it for ten whole minutes now, reaching high above her head for the book in question. if she were more susceptible to spiteful thoughts, she would’ve cursed avila for having an 𝓐 name & causing his works to reside on the top shelf, but she adores the man far too much for that, & besides — the first assignment of the year is her namesake, for god’s sakes. it would feel like utter betrayal to be even the slightest bit annoyed. she’s tried it all — jumping up, using another book to knock it off the shelf — & now she’s resorted to one of the more precarious options: standing on top of a stack of books on her tiptoes, lip caught between her teeth as she reaches & reaches. . . until the stack crumbles from underneath her, & before she knows it, her ass meets the outdated, scratchy carpet. with a wince, she grumbles & pulls herself up, huffing to blow the strands of hair that have fallen from their ribbons & into her face. footsteps to her left draw her attention, & she turns to her new company, smiling sheepishly. “ do you, uh … ” she turns her gaze up to the book, still sitting smugly upon its shelf. “ do you mind ? ”
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“ do you want to join me ? ”
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@thcrnedthrones | Cedric & Genevieve
In the cold confines of his cell, Cédric Antoine Perceval Leclerc sat with his back against the damp stone wall, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger, betrayal, and longing. The events that led to his imprisonment felt like a cruel twist of fate, orchestrated by unseen hands that sought to tear him apart from everything he held dear. And yet, amid the shadows and echoes of despair, there came a hauntingly familiar sound—the soft echo of footsteps approaching. The Commander looked up, his heart lurching as Princess Genevieve appeared before him, her face illuminated by the faint glow of a flickering torch. She stood just beyond the reach of his outstretched hand, her presence both a balm and a torment to his weary soul. "Genevieve" Cédric murmured, his voice rough with unspoken anguish. "You shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous."
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🌸 @tripzon3
“Is she prettier than she was on the Internet?” Gen knows she shouldn't be asking, it's only going to cause more heartache but, for some reason, she can't help herself. “Are your conversations good? Are you interested?”
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closed starter @gbardot
Hazal grabbed a cart and made her way through Nash's Supermarket, picking up the essentials she needed for the week. She tossed in a loaf of bread, a carton of eggs, some fresh vegetables, and a pack of chicken breasts. As she headed towards the snack aisle, her eyes lit up at the sight of her favorite chips. Reaching out to grab the last bag, when out of nowhere another hand brushed against hers. She quickly pulled back, an apologetic smile on her face as she met the gaze of the other shopper. "Oh, I'm sorry. You can have it," she said with a sheepish smile.
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location: genevieve's home
Shivani looked across the table in Genevieve's home when the other took a bite of the food she'd brought over. She desperately wanted to get the other's reaction but let her take her time until finally Shivani just couldn't take it anymore. "Well? Are you going to tell me how it is or not?" She said with a glint in her eyes--praying that the other enjoyed the food. Shivani often liked to cook and would always make more than she needed which was when the food would be shared with friends and neighbors alike. "If you hate it, I'll handle the criticism, I swear."
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who: Genevieve Hernandez @genhernandez
where: Liberman Law Office
The last place that Teagan had wanted to be was sitting in the waiting room of the lawyers office, waiting for someone to call her name as if she were about to receive the worst news known to man. And sure, she knew she was being dramatic, but she'd never expected to be in a situation like this one where she'd have to be taking care of all of this. She was grateful that her father was still here with her, but, the position he was in currently - living in the assisted living, struggling to get better at the end of every day - and it was a lot for loved ones to handle. But she wanted to make sure everything was lined up properly, that there were no red flags or questions to come up in the situation that something were to happen, which is what brought her here in the first place.
After waiting for what felt like hours in the waiting room, Teagan was led to the office of Genevieve Hernandez and Teagan entered the room after being escorted there. Offering the other a small smile as she extended her hand in greeting, Teagan spoke. "Thank you for meeting me here today, Ms. Hernandez." she smiled. "I don't want to keep you too long, I'm not even sure you can help me but I have some legal concerns in regards to my father that I'd like to check in on and I was brought to talk to you."
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who: Genevieve Hernandez @genhernandez
where: The Wilson
when: Wagner Wedding 2023
Chantel was living it up on the dance floor, doing the best she could to feel the beat of the music. She wasn't used to being on two feet again, and while she knew that she needed to take it easy it wasn't stopping her from doing anything. She twirled, loosing her balance and bumping into the other and she apologized as she nearly knocked her down. "I am so sorry." she sighed. "I didn't mean to. I guess I shouldn't be twirling when I'm still getting used to being on two feet again."
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tag drop.
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@fuckfate 〃 starter call : accepting
The metallic taste & scent of blood were invading his every sense. The warm crimson liquid seeping through his clothes, clinging to heated skin, making him almost look like a feral animal, not that it would have been that far from the truth, after all, in that moment, he felt anything but human. Fingers closing around a handful of dirt as he sat on the forest's ground, back propped against the trunk of a pine. A deep exhale, a familiar ache of forming bruises all through his body making itself known, both a welcomed feeling and an unwanted reminder.
it was always the same outcome between the two of them, never once one prevailing against the other, it simply wasn't possible, not when their fates had been snatched from their hands a long time ago, leaving the both of them unable to succumb to the embrace of death, even if one wanted to. Similar and yet so different. How many times such thought crossed the witch's mind ever since knowing them ? One too many, but oh, both the curiosity and interest that it was brought forth. Perhaps, if Nick was to be honest with himself he would admit that there had been times that he let his mind wonder if his life would have been more similar to theirs if he was given a choice; if he hadn't let the darkness consume him, but oftentimes those thoughts were quickly pushed away, what ifs were nothing but made up scenarios for delusional people, or so he had always believed.
Head tilting backward, pale hues watching the first rays of sunlight filling the sky with a blaze of pale pinks and reds as the night made room for the new day ahead of them. The moment feeling nothing short from surreal. Their shallow breathing the only sound filling the otherwise quiet place. Perhaps that was what prompted the witch to speak, he could always pretend that it never happened afterward. Tongue sliding over blood stained lips. " Don't you ever get tired ? " Such broad question, one that could have had a endless amount of answer, at least if one didn't know him. Which was the case for most people, only knowing the well crafted persona, the one made up of lies and deception, occasionally getting a glimpse of truth.
However it was easy to hear the silent ' of living like this. ' hidden in the way his voice trailed off, if one knew what laid beneath the surface, and oh, if Gen knew more than what Nick would have liked.
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fingers flutter as she waves her hands in the air, the mattress beneath her squeaking as she bounces from bare foot to bare foot. " oh my god! gen wake the fuck up! wake up! " she's too excited to properly shake the other, her pale brows drawn into focus as she listens to the radio on the dresser. with a huff so heavy it could knock sail boats back she drops to her knees, bouncing once as the bed shakes. a palm comes to shake at the others back before finally delivering a smack to gen's left ass cheek. " genevieve o'hara wake your cute ass up! " a squeal is released from her lips as the announcer on the radio continues to speak, finally their names are called out and liz cant stand it anymore. " we won! gen we fuckin' won! all expense paid trip baby! "
@fuckfate liked for a thing!
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"What do you say we go cut ourselves down a tree?" @xlostparadise
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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]
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WHO: @genevievericci
LOCATION: Bountiful Harvest Vineyard & Winery
Events were the perfect place to put on a show. The Riccis were doing just that, pretending to be a happy, loving couple when that couldn't be further from the truth. Keeping up appearances was paramount, however, which was why Giovanni was showing his face here in the first place. They'd done plenty of small talk up to that point, and as the night carried on, he found himself needing something to help him get through it. Leaning into Genevieve's ear so only she could hear him, he said, "I'm thinking of grabbing some wine, if you'd like to accompany me inside."
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status : closed / ( @multihailstormm )
location : a hallway somewhere idk
☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ───────────── without kal to hide behind, staying within the ballroom became dangerous. evie knew there was a risk of running into hunt at the gala. some light ( very light, she swears ) social media stalking had told her that he was still in new york, that he was still writing ( or trying to ), and what better place to pull inspiration for the fantastical than an event that looked like it came straight from a novel. it was nearly enough to make her put her pajamas back on, cuddle up with spidey, and witness the event through instagram posts and short clipped stories. hunt deserved to enjoy his night without a reminder of the way she betrayed his trust and broke the promise she’d made to him when she accepted his engagement ring. but her therapist pointed out that her tendency to run from things that were scary contributed to her being unable to leave her house for years. with all the progress she’d made, evie hadn’t wanted to go backwards, she wanted to continue moving forward. something that could have been a lot easier to do had they been in matching colors; their outfits so identical it would be easy to believe they’d come together had she not spent the not ducking behind her friend every chance she got.
when he ran after his own love lost, evie thought she could muster up the courage to do the same. she’d only managed to take one step in his direction before u-turning and heading out of the ballroom altogether. she was still sitting on the steps of a staircase nearly an hour later when the same door she’d run out of had opened and his frame emerged from it. at his appearance she shot straight up; her hands coming to rest on her stomach as if covering up a portion of her dress was the enough to hide its color entirely. “ oh... hi ! ” she tried enthusiasm, but it felt too forced, so she swallowed down the volume and tried again. “ hi...── um, it’s quite the party in there isn’t it ? ” she questioned. the scene between them one that was much too familiar. the entire reason their strings of fate had been knotted so tightly together had been because of a matching t-shirt at an event the two of them were trying to find their way out of. the eerie similarity provoking her to give explanation that wasn’t asked for. “ i decided to come last minute. this was like...─── the only dress left on the rack. or rather the only dress i could stay in the store long enough to purchase because it was really, really loud in there and i hate wearing my headphones indoors in case people need to get my attention, or there���s an emergency and...── sorry, you didn’t ask any of that. ” her voice was somber as fingertips that once yearned to sit in the space between his clung to themselves. “ why aren’t you inside ? not having fun ? ”
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