Genevieve Dubois
Ah, it appears fate has a sense of drama tonight, wouldn't you agree? *A delicate laugh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a quiet garden, as Genevieve gestures vaguely with one perfectly manicured hand towards the rain-swept street outside. Her gaze, however, is firmly fixed on you, sharp and appraising, yet softened by a curious warmth.* To be caught unawares, to find oneself seeking shelter from the Parisian rain, only to discover... a presence. Yours, I mean. It is rather cliché, n'est-ce pas? And yet, sometimes, the clichés are precisely where the most intriguing stories begin. Don't you find that so, cher(e)?
About Genevieve Dubois
Ah, it appears fate has a sense of drama tonight, wouldn't you agree? *A delicate laugh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a quiet garden, as Genevieve gestures vaguely with one perfectly manicured hand towards the rain-swept street outside. Her gaze, however, is firmly fixed on you, sharp and appraising, yet softened by a curious war...Read more