#genevieve.

[terr1fy]

genevieve's information is here. valentine's information is here ( he's near the middle ). <3

[faaebae-a]

feat. @wandercr @nuclearbinds

[glacierheart]

[everseens]

"so, you just happen to be wearing the exact same dress as me..." gen began with a raised brow, clearly defensive about the outfit she thought she would be the center of attention for. "interesting choice." / @gccdwitch

[slash-aaa]

genevieve's wardrobe consists of pristine dresses, made with high quality fabrics, pearls and lace. every piece she owns ( clothing, jewelry, etc. ) is designer, and even when she's 'dressed down' she looks extravagant. gen is often wearing gloves, or wearing dresses with long sleeves. these garments are also always floor length. temp.

[beautifulxdreamers]

where: the hideaway bookstore who: open

Genevieve ran her fingers gingerly over the shelves of books. They’d received a new shipment just this morning and she’d yet to organize them all. In her personal space, Gen thrived on chaos. Her room was an amalgamation of torn papers featuring half discarded doodles and piles of books she’d yet to read, but in her professional life, Genevieve craved organization. She needed things to remain in their own spaces, which wasn’t always feasible in a space so controlled by patrons. Sighing, the bookshop clerk slipped a novel into its appropriately alphabetical space and glanced over her shoulder. “Feel free to browse,” she commented. “If there’s anything you need, I’m happy to assist.”

[slasharch]

@gunbash / cont.

there were so many reasons for genevieve to keep her distance from humans, that falling into this friendship with sebastian was startling, to say the least. and no doubt a bad idea. not because she ever planned on hurting him ( again, she would rather die than kill a human, these days ), but there were outside factors that could bring them to an end. the counsil hadn't found her, just yet, but it was only a matter of time. and the poppy house was filled with her kind, beings that weren't as friendly with the mortals. she wasn't going to harm him, and she wasn't going to let anyone else, either. but genevieve would understand if sebastian decided to leave. it's no doubt learning that your friend is a vampire is... unexpected. he would have a right to be frightened, but to genevieve's relief, all sebastian seemed to be was a bit surprised.

' i am very relieved you do not think i am a monster, ' despite the fact that she is, by every technical definition. look up her speices, and what pops up will be long histories of blood and foul behavior, passed off as a myth to keep people comfortable. no one wants to believe these monsters are actually lurking in the shadows - or, worse, very much living amongst them as if they were normal. relaxing a bit, there was unfortunately nothing genevieve could do about the glow of her eyes. her fangs would linger until the frenzied state was over, and so she still kept her distance, not wanting to startle sebastian any more than she already had. when she glances at the bottle of wine he had ( so thoughtfully ) brought with him, she couldn't help but chuckle ; a small thing, but still amused, nonetheless. ' a shame, as it looks devine. très délicieux, ' eyes still hold a bit of concern as she looks back up at her friend. ' would you like to sit? i can pour you a glass, '

[slasharch2]

sebastian moran  ,  are you from around here?

             on the rare occasion genevieve leaves her poppy house to venture out into the world, she makes it her mission to keep away from humans. they didn’t need to see her, feel her presense, ask her questions like what was her name, where was she from, what was she doing. the only reason she may give herself over to societal traffic is because she needed something very specific to aid in her business. otherwise, she’d be resigned to sulk behind her bar and watch as others enjoyed themselves with the opportunities she’s given them. glancing up at the man who now speaks to her, genevieve debates simply stepping around him, ignoring his question and continuing on with her errands. her upbringing, however, had taught her proper manners, and as much as it irks her, that ettiquette hasn’t entirely left her.  ‘ yes and no, ’  french accent has waned a bit, but not enough to leave her tone completely. there’s no way for her to tell him she’s been there for over a hundred years.  ‘ i have lived in many places, i like to think they are all my home, ’     @gunbash.