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[ harvey walton ] –––– harveywalton‌:

Harvey looked at her and pulled her closer to him. “Hey, come on. I swear this time. We’ll go at five, stay until six and we’ll head to the restaurant early, okay?” He looked at her, reassuring that there will be no delays this time. Of course Harvey knew the many times he had to cancel on her because something came up in the hospital and most of the time he wasn’t even home. She always said it was okay, but Harvey’s not stupid. He might be insensitive at times, but definitely not stupid. “I’m gonna shut my eyes for a little bit, okay? Wake me up at four if I’m not up yet.”

She managed a little smile and then elbowed him in the waist slightly as he pulled her in for a hug. “Okay. fine. If I need to push it to eight let me know,” Lara said, a wide teasing grin on her lips before kissing his cheek. “Alright,” she nodded, letting him go and expecting him to head to the bedroom as she pulled her stack of papers back on her lap and her highlighter and pen at the ready.

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[ giselle boss ] –––– gigibosss‌:

Giselle looked around the bar that suddenly got way more packed since she started drinking. She noticed someone new sitting next to her and she slightly turned her head, “Hey, want a shot? I’m celebrating!” she said raising her glass.

Lara was really just there to meet someone, but honestly at this rate she might as well just head home. They were not coming and she was wasting her time. But when the girl offered her a shot, Lara’s mood picked up a little. “Yeah, why not. I’m getting really impatient waiting for this guy, a shot might actually take my mind off it,” she chuckled. “What are you celebrating?”

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[ harvey walton ] –––– harveywalton‌:

“He’s not for now, but the mental pain is the thing that is making him suffer more,” he sighed, placing his arm on her thigh. That’s when it occurred to Harvey. Shit. Tonight was their long overdue date night and he completely forgot. He was hoping he could sleep in until before he has to go back to the hospital to check up on his most recent patient. “No, I’m actually just exhausted, he opened his eyes to look at Lara’s gorgeous blue eyes. “What time is our reservation? Do you mind if we make a quick stop at the hospital?”

“It always is, isn’t it?” She asked rhetorically, knowing that often times it’s always the stress that worsens a patient’s condition from Harvey’s stories. “Oh, okay. You wanna go to bed before we go? It’s at seven, so you have plenty of time,” Lara put a little bit more pressure as she ran her finger on his head, gently massaging his scalp. Of course Lara was obliged to say she did not mind at the question, but in reality she did mind. It had happened enough times now for her to know where it leads. He’d say they make a quick stop, but then he would end up staying later than she had hoped and then they would end up having to miss their movie or the play or have their reservation handed to someone else. Lara should just cancel the reservation so that they would not have to waste time getting ready in the first place. But with a forced smile she shook her head and said, “No, not at all,” hoping that it would be different this time.

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[ harvey walton ] –––– harveywalton‌:

“Oh, right,” Harvey said in realization, not remembering that it was indeed Friday. He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the lips, before rounding the couch and sitting next to her, stretching his legs. “A boy, about eleven, had a seizure last night. parents rushed him over and sure enough…it’s a large mass,” he said as he sighed aloud, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “It’s malignant, got a major part of it out, but it was already on stage four, so there’s really not much we can do other than put him through chemo.”

Lara turned around and leaned towards him, listening to what was keeping him up all night and frowned a little. Lara liked to listen to what he does at work, he used to tell her extensive stories and yet these days he would tell her like he was reading the patient’s charts. “That’s terrible, I hope he’s not in too much pain,” she responded, running her fingers through his hair. “Are you hungry? I can cook something before tonight if you want,” Lara asked.

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[ harvey walton ] –––– harveywalton‌:

@laraldaine || Last night had been rough. A boy about eleven years old was wheeled into the hospital after having an seizures and even if he was not the on call surgeon, he was woken up in the middle of the night to handle the surgery after the on call neurosurgeon had handled the seizures. Harvey was able to remove the tumor, but not completely without damaging the surrounding nerves –– it was already too late. He decided to take the day off after spending long hours on his feet and talking to the family to explain what was going on with their son. He entered the penthouse expecting it empty only to find his wife there. “Hey, you’re not at work?”

Every time Harvey gets a phone call in the middle of the night, Lara always woke up with him. She watched him leave the bed in a hurry and then out the door to where he’s needed. This time around, he didn’t get back until almost noon and Lara decided to work from home while she waited for him. The brunette was on their living room couch, in the middle of editing an article when he walked through the door. “It’s Friday,” Lara simply said, reminding him that employees in her department (including her) can choose to work in or anywhere outside of the office on Fridays. “How was it?”

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closed starter for @siklysweet

With a little skip in her step, Lara entered the King Cole Bar at St. Regis to find herself a seat for her interview. As always, the brunette was fifteen minutes early for her meeting with a potential story. The hostess directed her to the reserved seat by the window, Lara’s favorite seat and she ordered a white wine while she waited for the Billie Rose while she brushed over the questions she was going to ask.

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 [ nora steele ] –––– norasteeles‌:

        After a big win, Nora often finds herself at the bar just around the corner from her swanky uptown office. It’s not the usual sort of place the upper echelons would retreat to — a dive amongst the glitz and glamour of the usual Upper East Side haunts. But it’s familiar and the bartenders know her by name now — perhaps she does a bit too much celebrating. Perched upon a bar stool, she motions to the bartender for another round, before nodding towards the person beside her. “And one of whatever they’re having too.” She’s in a good mood — today was a victory. It’s time to spread the wealth. 

@jetsetstarters

Lara never went to a bar unless there was an occasion. Today, she wanted to write about one of New York’s flakiest designers ever. Bored out of her mind waiting for him, Lara finished up the last drops of her martini. She considered bailing about fifteen minutes ago, but the need to write this piece was urgent that she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and wait some more. “Oh, thank you,” Lara smiled at the woman next to her. “Wait, you’re not hitting on me are you?” the woman joked.

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Vogue editor, LARA ALDAINE-ROWE was one of the few people who chose to wore one of Paolo Sebastian’s whimsical designs at The Wu Foundation Gala. The champagne pink dress brought out the blue in her eyes which was further enhanced by the simple hair and makeup she chose to do on her own.

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[ fleur st. laurent ] –––– fleurstlaurent‌:

“no, thank you.” fleur shook her head in polite decline as one of the butlers offered her a tray of champagne, a tight lipped smile on her face. she hated events like this, but was always going in place of her grandfather who believed he had better things to do than mingle with everybody. coincidentally, fleur had the same thought. but here she was. “i need a hot bath,” she spoke to herself, looking for an exit to a balcony so perhaps she could enjoy a smoke.

Lara chuckled as she came up behind the woman, taking the rejected champagne from the butler. “I think the champagne is as close to a hot bath as you’re going to get,” she said, sipping the sparkling drink down. “Not having fun, huh?” Lara asked.

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dellazia, again. this is my second character, lara! as always, like this if you want to plot, or message me (if i haven’t come to you yet haha) @jetsetstarters

( Alexis Bledel, Cis Female, She/Her. ) ♛ Isn’t that Lara Aldaine-Rowe? The thirty-five year old Features Executive Editor of Vogue Magazine, journalist, and writer is unmistakable. She has a reputation for being creative and poised, but also indecisive and self-doubting. There’s a reason they call her the Diana Vreeland of the jet set, after all.

you can read lara’s bio right here!

lara was born and raised in new york and she is an only child. lara’s mother was pregnant with her in the last few months of university; not many people noticed it, since she could easily hide her tiny bump with flowy dresses and sweaters. but lara’s mother managed to still graduate while she was five months pregnant.

to her mother’s parents, lara was a disgrace and so was her mother. they had no problem shutting lara and her parents out of their lives for the first few years of lara’s life.

lara’s father was french, but have lived in new york almost his entire life. his mother ( lara’s grandmother ) was the one who welcomed the young couple with open arms. she took care of isabelle and lara, not letting isabelle go through with her plans of being a small town singer mother. although lara’s grandfather was a bit distant, at least he did not reject them.

there’s a complete story of how lara got to where she is regarding her job, it’s a family thing to be honest. and now that she’s in vogue, her hope is to achieve that editor-in-chief seat.

lara is bubbly yet poised at the same time; she knows how to have a good time and not all that reserved, but don’t expect her get up onto a table to do belly shots or anything like that. sometimes she can be a little bit selfish, though, wanting things to go her way but as she became more mature that part of her gradually faded away.

she’s not so much like anna wintour who is cold and reserved, she’s more like diana vreeland: fashionable, sweet, and charming, but can definitely take you out when needed be.

wanted connection

lara’s husband: i’ve submitted this to the main, you can read his details there or come and message me!

cousin: this is also submitted to the main, but let me know if you’re interested!

fashion friends: i imagine there would be a lot of these.

friends / people in her grandparents’ social circle from paris

high school friends

college friends

ex-boyfriend(s)

someone she knows from her time in the new york times or as a freelance writer (before vogue and all that)

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––––– TAG DUMP

threads: ( –––– chat: last name; first name. )

paragraph: ( –––– last name; first name: title. )

featuring your character: ( –––– featured: last name; first name. )

connection tag: ( –––– otp / brotp tag; lara aldaine rowe + first name last name. )

specific journal entry: ( –––– journal: title. )

specific self paragraph: ( –––– self paragraph: title. )

lara solene aldaine-rowe (photos, etc.): ( –––– she was embroidered by the stars; lara solene aldaine rowe. )

headcanon: ( –––– her name was engraved in the skies; headcanon. )

musings: ( –––– she resembled the diamond rays of the stars; musings. )

aesthetics: ( –––– the moonbeams envy how she shines in the dark; aesthetics. )

journal: ( –––– you could craft constellations out of her stories; journal. )

self paragraph / writing: ( –––– you could craft constellations out of her stories; self paragraph / writing. )