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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2022 12:30:17 GMT
lucy & genevieve. [ BRUSH ] : your muse reaches forward to brush a strand of my muse's hair from their eyes. [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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Post by zora on Nov 1, 2022 21:33:11 GMT
romantic tension --- for @lucy Being with Lucy had felt like reading a forbidden book, holding back to really soak in every word but wanting to consume it all at once. She was a gentle breeze in the eye of the storm – a safe haven Genevieve knew she couldn’t stay in forever but basked in in fullness whenever she could manage to steal her away from the world and take her for herself. A Lady who carved her own way in her own way, gained her respect that with time grew into something much, much more. Lucy wasn’t Gen’s to keep, but she was determined to steal every moment she possibly could with her, no matter how small and insignificant it might seem.
Seeing her outside of one of the parties in her home felt strange in the best way possible, and even though they were just a modiste and her client at a fitting to anybody else who could have walked into her atelier at any moment, a secret yearning and memories of their evenings together was burning inside of Genevieve so vividly she had to focus on her needlework to not let an improper gesture slip. Or an improper word, even – so she remained politely quiet, shaping the fabrics cautiously, making them fit to the figure she knew all too well. “Allow me to take a closer look, Madame Granville.” She moved a few steps back, trying desperately to focus on her work, but her eyes kept drifting over the woman’s face – and that one tempting curl resting over her gentle features. “Beautiful.” Unable to hold herself back, Gen reached out, her fingers wrapping tenderly around the loose curl, fixing in behind Lucy’s ear… and lingering. For far more than she should… lingering.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2022 20:48:01 GMT
lucy & genevieve. There were many benefits to the parties she and Henry held in their home. They allowed people to feel free, to be themselves, to truly embrace their sexual fluidity, and anything else they wished to embrace. They were a far cry from any other party held among the ton, and she'd always had a deep appreciation for the events, and all those who attended...none more than Genevieve Delacroix, a woman with whom she found herself falling into bed time after time. That was certainly something she'd never regret.
It didn't exactly feel scandalous, not when it was simply another trip to the modiste. They were doing nothing untoward, nothing they should not be...and yet she was able to spend time with her by the light of day, nobody stopping or saying a thing. Her marriage to Henry allowed them both a lot of freedom: they were able to go where they pleased, see who they pleased, and most would not bat an eyelid.
Inhaling a sharp breath as Gen's fingers brushed over her hair, she felt her whole body still...and then she stepped forward. It was a dangerous game, being so close as they were, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. "...Are you expecting anyone else this afternoon?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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