#thread: genevieve

[thefvrious]

@mossofteeth sent -> [ sleepy kiss ] while raine is sleeping (or pretending to be asleep), genevieve approaches them and places a soft kiss on their forehead

Raine is of the belief that if you fake it, you can make it, and they are feeling a bit sleepy, so they go to lie down on the hammock with their eyes closed and the sun glittering through the tapestry of leaves from which the hammock is hung. They swing like this for a while until the momentum stops and they are lulled almost to sleep. Then they feel the shadow of someone hovering over them and feel the gentle press of lips. They squint one eye open to perceive the culprit then pull her down onto the hammock with them. "Nap time?" They tease, holding her close to their body. They appreciate her display of affection and, tactile as they are, want to keep her close.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @mossofteeth / Aaron & Genevieve

It had been a busy week, and a successful one at that. Not a lot of people would celebrate getting a murdering slumlord off scot-free, but Aaron was one of them. The whole firm was, really. The guy had put them on a pretty hefty retainer after his success, and Aaron had used that to cement his standing in the firm. That partner offer was right around the corner; he could feel it.

So they'd gone out to celebrate at the first ridiculously expensive restaurant they could find. Some of the others had invited wives and girlfriends along, and the evening had taken on a life of its own. All the while, Aaron personally preferred to blend in seamlessly, more or less quietly watching the evening unfurl. He was engaged loosely in conversation with a few of the other senior associates and their wives when something unexpected drew his attention. It was an instinct more so than anything he actually saw at first, but it pulled him from the conversation and made him look around.

The glass of red wine he'd been nursing still in his hand paused on the way to his lips when his eyes finally found what they'd unknowingly been searching for. They widened a fraction - and then narrowed. She'd just walked in - on the arm of one of the juniors who'd been invited to join the celebrations after dinner, and Aaron's mind stretched like a rubber band before snapping, focused on one overwhelmingly simple word: mine.

It took him all of one second to put his pleasant mask back in place, and he lifted a hand slightly to invite Gen and her date over, a casual smile on his face, attention focused on the male at her side as though she was any other two-bit girlfriend on the arm of a random colleague.

[slashaer]

she tried not to disturb the clients that found themselves in the back rooms; the private lounges that promised to keep their secrets, as long as they didn't bring any unwanted attention to her poppy house. but it was nearing an early hour, and she was beginning to clear the lounge so that she might be able to tidy up before the sun decided to once again rise above them. long, manicured fingers wrap lightly against the door, only entering when she hears his voice call out for her to enter. the light is dim inside, washing the room and its patrons in a warm, red glow. genevieve steps in, spotting a human lying unconscious on one of the sofas, and lestat sitting with one leg crossed over the other just opposite of his meal. nostrils flare a bit at the familiar scent of blood, but she ignores the slight watering in her mouth in favor of giving her attention to lestat. 'have you enjoyed yourself this evening, monsieur?' gen speaks quietly, lilac eyes glowing slightly in the darkness of the room. she moves one hand to grasp at a handkerchief from her pocket, pointing at the corner of lestat's mouth. 'may i?' @lamourt.

[vvisteriagrows]

open to : any ! muse : genevieve flynn, 24, resort activities director ( test muse ) plot : ' you're staying at the resort i work at and you're kinda cute so we keep bumping into each other but obviously that means things are gonna get complicated '

for a place so beautiful, the days have never felt longer. winter means snow birds — old rich people who couldn't afford to live there, but wouldn't even if they had the choice. not if it meant no longer having people making minimum wage waiting on them hand and foot. by mid-day, genevieve's customer service has all but run out. " i'm assuming that isn't the color you want to be." dark eyes flick up briefly from the movement of folding towels. " we sell three types of aloe in the gift shop. "

[encntada]

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.  "

[radicalrascals]

@mossofteeth liked for a starter from Álex

The small office felt like a relic, as if plucked from a forgotten part of the city and pressed between two buildings. Shadows clung to the corners, despite the light filtering in through dusty blinds, casting a murky glow over the scuffed wooden floors and mismatched bookshelves. Two leather chairs faced each other in the centre of the room; one frayed at the edges, the other with a softened indentation where Álex had long been seated. The air carried a faint scent of old books and burnt coffee.

Álex adjusted his glasses with an absent gesture, his fingers brushing against the crooked frame. His dark hair was a messy halo around his face, tousled in a way that made him look both too young and too old for the faded grey suit draped across his shoulders. The fabric strained at the elbows, worn at the cuffs. His voice, soft but threaded with a rough warmth, slipped out with a gentle Spanish cadence as he spoke. "Would you like something to drink, Genevieve?" he asked, a subtle kindness in his tone. Then, after a pause, his eyes focused with a familiar, almost eerie attentiveness. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

[gccdwitch]

@testdrves liked for a starter

“I know we swore that this is casual, I get it.” Gen huffs and runs her hand through her hair, clearly stressed about this. “But I think I like you a little more than we agreed.”

[ataulis]

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  ?  ”

[swtsours-archived]

“   do   you   want   to   join   me   ?   ”

[monarhrh]

@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."

[hazalyildizs]

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.

[teaganweatherford]

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."

[chantelbedford]

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."

[slashaer]

for better or for worse, genevieve had found a home here. she was able to remain in paris while still feeling safe within the coven that had graciously taken her in. though quiet compared to the others, genevieve had proven herself useful, taking her backstage duties quite seriously, as to make sure the theater was taken care of. she's doing her daily checklist when she feels his unmistakable presence. lavender eyes move up to catch armand's crimson ones, the woman turning to him with a thoughtful look. 'bonsoir, maître,' genevieve greets, almost fondly. 'santiago said you may be looking for me. something about a certain part in a new play...' she tucks a strand of raven hair behind her ear. 'if you are offering, monsieur, that is very kind of you. however, i think we are all aware that i belong off stage,' @lamourstre.

[insidi0summoved]

@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.

[fuckedliar]

 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!