genevievealembert

[genevievealembert]

Can't stop, won't stop. I just can't be tamed Eric Noble.

Also once you stop being so damn hot, I'll tone down my sexual attraction for you.

You. Are. Impossible. 

But you know what? I’m okay with that.  Not with the whole objectifying me, of course. That’s getting out of hand, Viv.

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The store owner wants, what the store owner wants and right now he doesn't want our faces in his sweater buying shop. Sorry babe, I had no choice in the matter.

Oi! I think we all know the person who bakes around here is Charlotte, don't think I don't see you bribing my blond best friend.. also I deserve to proudly show off my smoking hot husband, and all those layers do nothing but hide that body that I proudly get to claim as mine.

Yeah.. yeah it really does.

No lifetime bans. I’m the one who bakes the cookies around here. Plus, I got you brownies last night and I took care of the children for the whole evening. I deserve wearing sweaters, c’mon. 

Well I was a bad bullshit detector at the time, plus you’ve always had such a cute face, anyone would’ve bought any lies that you told them. Not my fault. Well, maybe it is, fine. 

You’ve been shagging Lucifer all those years. Hate to tell you. But at least it works on bed, right?

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I did not burn it! Show me the ashes before you start throwing around outrageous and downright hurtful lies, also psh. It's amusing that you think you can buy another sweater, isn't like I insuranced us a lifetime ban on the sweater store or anything.

Says the boy who believed any lie i told for a solid year, you were even daft enough to buy into the one where I pretended like I didn't love you.

Also genius, you just called yourself satan.. does that mean I've been shagging Lucifer all these years? I've always been a hellcat in bed though so the title does fit, but we've gotta alert the media that we released the devils children out on the world, seems only fair to the poor unsuspecting citizens of dear old gordes.

That’s ‘cause you burned it. You’ve always been a bad liar, Gen. I’ve known you for like what- fifteen or sixteen years? I’ll buy myself another and hide it in the depths of hell. You’re satan’s wife, babe.

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I have absolutely no idea about what sweater you could possibly be talking about. I mean did you ever even own a sweater? Who knows!--There is no documented proof of its existence.

You didn’t burn that ol’ sweater, did you, Gen? I can’t find it anywhere. I left it in the bathroom the last time. 

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Howie Day - Collide

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Hold me here // FCL Drabble.

After the fatal car crash, and the electric blowout between Genevieve and Eric, months passed and they learned what it truly means to be in love with someone on the other side, when you can't touch the one you love the most because of a silly little thing of being dead and gone. 

A bite of her lip, as she presses her eyelids tighter and she's so angry, because wrath was always easy for her to drown in than sorrow, she doesn't want to say goodbye, and she doesn't want the ending to them. She hates herself because it was by her own hand that the worst came to be, and she wants to light something up so she does. A twist of her hand and an explosion echos across the room, she'd always love her ghostly superpowers best, it was the only good thing that came from the whole dying scenario but next to her, Eric groans in complaint and half-mumbled sleep. "Fucking hell Gen, stop blowing my shit up." 

A pout dresses her lips and just like that the sadness is shuffled underneath, because she never did wear her inner emotions well. "I'm bored Eric, and I'm dead too, so unlike you I don't need sleep." She's tempted to wander the streets again, like a deadly street kitten, each midnight adventure of Paris has been a treat while he catches up on his humanly needs.

What sounds like another muffled moan but this time smothered purely by pillow, she always was an annoyance even in the best of times but her eyes flicker over to him, a half smile spreading slowly across her red lips and amusement reflected in her hazel irises for the boy next to her.

The pillow peels itself away from his face, and her breath rattles in her lungs for a second, she always was blown away by his beauty. A squint of bleary eyes in the awakening, and trying to focus on her shape in the moonlight. "Wanna take a walk Viv?" Her head tips to the side, always, always, surprised by his sweetness and a fond smile gracing her mouth. "No, no, you sleep.. I'll just.." A lump shows in her throat and a trace of nails over her delicate knee. "I'll just lay down with you and pretend." Her eyes skate away from his form and oh so blue eyes, and inside everything feels like its shattered in blue, because again she messed them up and is eternally caught in a state of being there but not touchable, a ghost left to wander the earth on her own.

A nod of his head and untangling arms to make space for her, she slides her body closer to him, a bitter-sweetness she doesn't want to feel, because it seems everything about them held a touch of bitter; things weren't easy when you fell in love with Genevieve Alembert. She wants to curl her body into his, and so she does but can't feel his warmth, or the contact of his skin on hers which never failed to send shooting sparks inside her veins, the magical feeling of touching everything you could ever want. His hand wants to snake around her waist, but he can't handle the fall through that will come from touching her, to feel his fingers threading through her ghostly figure, the weight that reminds him that she'll never be there again.

He wants to press a kiss to the back of her neck and she wants to tangle her fingers with his, they want so much of each other, but all they want is each other. A simple longing yet something that outran both of them, her eyelids slide close and once again she wants to leak out liquid. This was painful, and it felt a little too much like swallowing glass but she couldn't give it up, and she was a little too selfish to ever dream of giving him up.

Her hand drifts up, and slides into his open palm. Fingers interlocking, and twisting up, a hitch of breath and she swears she can feel the satisfaction of skin on skin contact. 

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JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE EM!

I was hoping to surprise you, but you snuck up on me. See I've got it all planned out, I stayed up all night baking your favorite type of cake, decorated Cali with ribbons and cat decorations, and I've got the car from Emmerich today, so you name it, whatever in the world is your dream today and I'll make it happen; blessings of it being the holiest of all holy days.

C'est mon anniversaire.

A quarter of a century now. It feels like eternity.

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Pure anger rolled inside her bones as the desperation sunk further into her skin, standing in front of her were a mixture of words spoken strongly in spite; a bold statement of love and how she was sewn up to be everything but. Disgust dig its claws into her ribcage as she silently scoffed at the thought of how in this moment when she needed help the most, it was declared that she wouldn't get any; he had reached the end of his rope and the words twisted inside, unable to ask for it if she knew how too.

A steady figure made its path over to her, meeting her head on and the bold tension that spoke between them as the power struggle warred on between the once lovers. White orbs framed in black lashes traveled its way up his frame to meet the frighting angry expression that she had never faced aimed at her before, it was shocking to see the coldness radiating from him, and the loss of his unbreakable love made a chill climb its way up her spine, and dip her heart in frozen  ice.

Jaw clenched tight in refusal, as she faltered in her once reassurance, eyes fighting down the liquid that rose to coat her lighting color irises, breathing dying in shaking tones as her tongue pressed tight onto her teeth, distracting pain and bringing sharp focus. Tiny shakes from her head in disbelief as her feet backpedaled a few steps in needed space. "No.. no, that's not.." Lids pressing closed in honest silence as the vulnerable human side was trying to claw its way out, the next words breathed out of her redtinged mouth in hushed mumbles. "You can't.. it doesn't make sense.. How could you? How could you love me.. after everything." Her lungs fell into collapsion as her eyelids fluttered open and met his own with hazel set orbs. "I made you miserable everyday Eric"

The loss of her stability was bleeding from her, just as she had lost everything when her body was stolen away into the hands of sex trade, and the mysteries and self-hatred came tumbling afterwards. She hated appearing weak and vulnerable because it opened the doors for demons and violators to come sweeping in, and the anger she felt at not being able to save herself and fight off abusers came roaring up her spine, cracking her neck back violently as the electrical fire melded painfully into her bloodstreams again. Shining light through her cracks as she rose a few feet off the ground and lighting melded back into her essence.

Stepping softly onto the floor once she retreated back into her safe protection of dangerous elements, the lighting static danced alongside her fingertips and wove its way up her arms, and the emotions rattled loudly through her body, shattering every last seam holding the broken remains together. "You can't suck life out of the dead.. but if you refuse to wake up and face the fact that I'm still fucking here, and not some kind of sick hallucination or possessing demon, then so be it" The emotions triggered her, and it was uncontrollable and entirely haywire as the crisps of photographs of the two of them, got lit with fire and flames licked higher and smothered them into ashes.

Do birds still sing for you?

Like poison, poison drowned in wrath, sweet angst and slow toughness. He couldn’t help but swallow the silence, not because it hurt, but because it didn’t. As a matter of fact, it was mere a suffocating burn, nothing but breathtaking numbness. “I know. I know you’re not her”, he shook his head in denial, falling slowly into despair. “She was human”, his hoarse voice took up the entire room, as if he was almost running out of strength. “She was human and that’s what I- I loved about her the most”. A pause and then a breath; just words hanging in the air before he’d close his eyelids for a moment, to feel the walls caving in and caving in. Defiantly, he stood still after opening his eyes once again.

There was one more thing, just more words to be spoken and spit from his mouth. Like poison. He could’ve gone off the deep end, and he could’ve been more careful. But his feet steadily hit the ground, as Eric approached her — whoever she was. His eyes were fixed on some kind of devilish black orbs and the fake smirk, ever so ready to get out the loathsome devil inside of her. A fight he’d probably never win. But the words that came out, were worse than planned. Soon Eric caught himself on the act of harsh remarks, carelessly sinking in again.

“I loved her. Not you. Whoever you are, you’re not her. You’re just a lifeless demon trapped inside her head, sucking all of her life. You’re breathing in and out whatever’s inside. You’re consuming her. But you’re not her.“ 

The boy in the green jacket didn’t know what else to say, for the urge to break the inviting silence wasn’t as strong as before. So he just allowed the words to fall down and break in and sink into each other’s skin, before it was too late to break his heart again.

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"I'm her and I'm getting really fucking tired of being so" The white orbs were her saving grace as they contained in the mist that was threatening her with drowning sickness, her voice was dipped in melancholy sharpness and the emotions was pulling her seams. Betrayal washed over her, as she breathed out the words like weapons, the bitterness and self-hate contained inside was the reason why she robbed her own life, strung her body up in suicide because she was tired of waking up as the abandoned girl.

 She despised herself on a daily basis, and the only reason why she stayed alive for so long was because of the souls in her life, but when they went away so did she. Desperate measures are taken when you decide to kill yourself, and the disgust she felt for that human girl still lived in the spirit that walked this earth. Genevieve met demons on a daily basis, and in the end they won. She had given up, gotten lost, and wanted to end it all.

She wasn't meant to here, she just wanted this miserable life to be over. It was meant to be over, but then she awoke in the shattered remains of a deadly car crash. She hadn't escaped the hell she was living in as planned, and the lacing anger she felt towards the writer; when it wasn't his fault, was her shield that she held towards inhaling the truth that this was inescapable and she was still existing but in degrees more damaging then ever before, for the fear that she was permanently stuck on this earth as a ghost that was visible to no one clawed into her bones.

Biting anger overtaking her voice as she spoke again, disbelief and frustration living in her words. "Mon Dieu, you can't recognize me because you don't know me"

"You built up this perfect idea of a damsel in distress needing your saving, or a flawless angel that was so sweet and self-sacrificing that she was tainted by the big ol' world around her. That you missed the part where I was a human girl that could never live up to your exceptions, or give you any part of which you wanted from me. I was always selfish, and cruel and contained more darkness then you could even imagine."

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...and the evil slut spirit who only loved herself.

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Dropping the damsel in distress act as soon as she fell into it, and an answering grin slid over her mouth. "Kiddin' I'm dead inside, remember?" The dead jokes were just lining themselves up in her arsenal and she'd be a fool not to use them. "But buck up camper, you've got a long road ahead of you" Perking forward and closer to his space from her seat on the wooden oak. "See, I already told you.. I came back for you" She wasn't sure on the timeline of things, or truly why her body still resided on this earth but it's the only logical point she could draw when she woke up alone in the wreck of her death.

Sliding herself around his body standing in the way, her voice filled him on the past events. Back facing away and coyly refusing to face him, she always did better talking with moving and walking. "Imagine my surprise, I wake up and I'm standing over the corpse of my former body. Blood pouring from this massive gash on my forehead and glass sliced all into my skin. It was a real pretty sight." Turning all her heel to face his frozen body. Her words painting the picture of her death "But that wasn't the plan, I wasn't suppose to wake up." familiar biting anger bleeding into her sentences. "I was following Louis and Vi into the dark, I was suppose to be over the rainbow somewhere with those two bastards but instead I'm here with you" Disdain purely dripping over the word you, as her eyes flicked angrily back over to his frame. "Do you have any idea why that could be? Apparently I've got a little thing called unfinished business, and you're it love." The powerful tingle took over her bones again as tiny warning lighting bolts danced from the edges of her fingers.

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The lighting flared through her bones as it overtook her body, arms lighting up in silver flashing electrical fire, eyes glossing over with white cover as the power surged from within and flooded to every corner of the once sacred space, hair snaked around her becoming just as wild as the once lion girl's heart. Lifting up her hands, she lifted up every movable object in the vicinity, underneath the darken shadow and the moon's light glow that flooded from her skin. Sending them on the fast track to hell, and twirling around her orbit. The paper's from his barely written novel spun quicker and quicker around the demonic merry-go-round, the photoframe of them roared through the air along with other objects that were but simple puppets on her pulling strings.

Her head snapped back as the power surged further and further out of her hands and the once peaceful apartment become more and more haywire with every trick she pulled. She was illuminated fully, the silver-gold light shining through her and pouring forth within all the madness.

Then her face slowly tilted back up, her eyes still unrecognizable because of the white slitting over her orbs, a devilish smirk rose over her lips as her words finally tingled into into the air. "You know the best part about being dead?" Her words flowing like damaging silk over her current state of breathing; constructed to hurt him a little further. "is all these sick new powers I get over killing myself" the confession rising to air about her true passing. The objects started to slow down, and the lighting flaring from her dimmed a bit more. "but you see there's just one little hitch in the plan, apparently I've got unfinished business. Which if you haven't guessed by now honey.. is you" See it all chalked up to this little deal they struck, they would always come back to each other, and even her haunting death was her returning for him; though the walls of her angry mind couldn't see into that. It came to stop, the madness of it all but still her ghost stood there against all odds. Head cocked sinfully and a casually cruel lilt taking over her voice, as she leaned into a seat on his once tidy writer's desk. Leg folding over the other "So, Eric how you been since my little crash?"

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#012

Eric's letter has almost fallen into ruins by the amount that Genevieve has spent time reading it, its words have imprinted fully on her skin and whenever she has a day that makes her want to collapse in exhausted from the fight of it all, it is the first thing she finds inspiration in. She still doesn't what to make of it, but she hears phrases like "I want to marry you, Genevieve Alembert" and "Je t’aime" circulating through her mind whenever she looks at Eric, and finds she doesn't mind one bit.

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#011

The first person that Genevieve ever slept with was Louis Montagne, and she doesn't regret a thing about him being the first boy she gave her body too. Genevieve might not believe in true love and the romantic world, but she does believe in love and Louis has always been on the top of the souls she loved list. He's her best friend, and she wanted to share that moment with someone she trusted and knew wouldn't discard her in the morning.