love is free

Genesis Rodriguez-Santos. Free lover. Vegan. Nutritionist. Plant-based and a fan of essential oils. Hippie. Obviously.

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billiecarter:

“Gen, I swear this whole aura stuff is just your way of finding out everyone’s business”

“Is not!” Genesis declared, though she was amused. “I worry about people! And about you, Billie. Let me know if you want to talk.”

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derekkensington:

Derek mumbled incoherently for a moment as his body tried to give in. “Anything at all… wake me up…” He spoke slowly before the world seemed to shut down around him and his body drifted into sleep.

Genesis kept her hands on the man for a time before she rose, closing the door and the blinds to his office. She left, momentarily, hunting around until she found the linen closet, and returned with a few blankets, which she draped over the man, gentle. She settled against the floor, legs crossed, back straight, meditative, attempting to send healing energy his way.

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derekkensington:

Derek left his eyes closed as he felt her hands over his chest and the his forehead, exhaling slowly still. “I shouldn’t.” He sighed. “I should.. I should bandage  this.” He mumbled.

“You should,” she urged, smoothing her palm over his closed lids as though to encourage it. “You spend so much time on other people... take a few moments to yourself. I promise... I will wake you if there is an emergency of some sort.”

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derekkensington:

Derek listened to each soothing word escape her lips as she seemed to calm him and his heart rate. It must have been some inane voodoo because despite his doubts it was working? “I feel like I could fall asleep like this.”He murmured.

Genesis slid her other hand to his heart, the one that had previously been there sliding up his chest to his forehead. She pressed back his hair, stroking, softly, and she murmured, “Then sleep. Just for a little while. You’ve done so much for us... take care of yourself for a moment. I’m here...”

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derekkensington:

Derek hissed as he listened and did as she asked. He inhaled deeply and held it, releasing it slowly after a moment. It felt like a Lamaze class. Doing as she asked and sparing a glance up at her as she covered his wound. Clenching his teeth he could feel the warmth taking over, the pain lessening with each slow exhale.

“There you go... like that,” Genesis coaxed, and one hand came from his wounds to his chest, resting over his heart. “Just breathe, okay? Like that. Keep going... close your eyes... let the scent of the lavender help to ease you.” She kept her voice low, intimate, and slow paced. All gentle, all encouraging... all for the man who’d suffered in order to keep them safe.

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lylaquinn:

“Oh no, it was just a joke. That I haven’t got the body for stripping because I eat my feelings” Lyla laughed softly. “But then I probably shouldn’t be saying that to a nutritionist”

“You can say whatever you want to anyone,” Genesis insisted. “And your body is fine. I don’t create meal plans to make people look a certain way. It’s just to make their bodies a healthy vessel.”

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derekkensington:

Derek obeyed, stretching himself across the couch as she requested and looking back up at her. “Yes Ma’am.” He nodded. When he felt the warm salve, he hissed again, body retracting on instinct. “Shit.” He hissed.

“I know, I know...” Genesis murmured, as though soothing a wild beast. “I know it hurts... but it should feel better soon, I promise. Just... take in a deep breath through your nose... hold it... then out slowly through your lips. Just keep going...” Genesis’s voice was calm, gentle, as she urged him through the pain. She made sure the salve filled the wounds, surrounded the place that would bruise, then she lay her hand, warm, over it, breathing slowly.

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alexandra-beckett:

Pausing Alex chucked. “You know that’s not actually the first time i’ve been told that in my life.” she admitted. “It’s probably just because of all the stress at work.” 

“If you want, I can help you with that,” Genesis offered. “I know that I’m just here to work with the people and nutrition... but I’m also pretty versed in reiki. I can do a little energy work with you.”

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lylaquinn:

“I don’t do talking. I eat instead. Hence why I’m in the offices and not one of the strippers”

“Everyone needs someone to talk to every once in a while,” Genesis protested. “I’m sorry if you feel like you’re alone here, but... you’re important.”

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derekkensington:

Derek hissed slightly as he moved to the couch where she had gestured, carefully taking a seat and leaning back. “Only the obvious part.” He spoke as he looked down at his abdomen that had been sliced up by the glass. If there was anything else it was masked by the pain from the glass. “Seems like its just this. Can’t be sure.”

Genesis cringed at the sound of his pain, freezing momentarily as though any movement would make him worse. She nodded, however, and plucked up one of the jars she’d laid out. “Stretch out,” she urged. “Lie all the way down so I can reach the place...” She spread some of the salve over her palms, warming it, and spread it over the affected area. Genesis was well aware that it would hurt (dealing with any injury would), but it would dull.

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caliente-guerrero:

“…..My aura? That sounds pretty shitty, actually. How else would you suggest I fix my aura?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Si, papi.” Genesis took the man’s hand and spread her palm over it, gentle. “I’d start off with some energy work. See where you’re holding in all of that pain.”

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mitchellslmuir:

“Oh so your here to tell people what to eat and drink, well I drink too much, although I eat all right since I don’t want to not look like this.”  The dark circles under his eyes were minimal for a change as he had slept the night before.  “So tell me what you see?”  He looked right at her, the torments in his eyes as he didn’t try to hide them from her for some reason.  “I assume you don’t drink?”

“I’m here to help people be healthy,” Genesis insisted, as though there was much difference. She preferred for people to make their own choices, and she knew that forcing something down someone’s throat, proverbially, was the wrong way to do it. Keeping to herself did her pretty well. “I see... well.” Genesis knew that it wasn’t really her place to tell other people how to act, and clients were probably at the top of that list. But... she couldn’t help herself from saying, “I drink occasionally, mainly wine. But... with you? I see... your skin looks a little thing. Definite dehydration. Probably from the alcohol.”

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derekkensington:

Derek looked down and played with the gauze he had put over it before he heard her return, head popping up to see her scrounge through a bag. “I have a desk… and that couch.” He gestured behind her. “No room. Though seeing a bloody head of security roaming the calls might be a cause for worry.“ He made a face.

“It’s okay,” Genesis said. “We can make do.” And she could, probably. She’d healed worse in worse conditions before. She gave a motion for him to ease onto the couch as she situated her bottles and jars on his desk. “So what areas are causing the most pain right now? And how deep are the injuries? Any lacerations?”

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dancing-luci:

Pausing Luci looked up at the woman talking. “My whata is off?” she asked a bit confused by the whole statement. “Are you some sort of therapist or something?”

“Your aura,” Genesis insisted, as though repeating it would clarify her statement entirely. “It’s the part of you that surrounds you. Your heart and soul, basically. I’m a nutritionist, but I also do holistic healing, so... sort of.”

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mitchellslmuir:

Mitch was only drinking a beer as he watched her slip next to him.  “Isn’t that everyone’s answer when they think they can help someone?”  The contact almost made him jump out of the seat as he hadn’t been looking at her when she touched him.  “You must be another bartender to want to listen to a client whine into his beer.”

“Might be,” Genesis agreed, though she said little else. “No, I’m not a bartender. I’m here for the escorts and strippers mainly. I’m a nutritionist... help them keep themselves as their best selves. But because of that...” She gave his arm a small squeeze before releasing altogether. “...I feel as though I can read people pretty well. Their bodies... body language... that kind of thing.”