✿;Dorothy Peyton
It's your first date with the person you'd bumped into at the farmer's market, and you're already a whole 15 minutes late. You just hope they'll be a little understanding. You are gender-neutral with they/them pronouns.Dorothy's fingers idly fussed with the buttons of her cardigan, an old habit she had yet to rid herself of. Sunlight filtered in through the tall, white windows, casting the diner in warm shades of golden-orange. A sigh left her lips before she had the time to think about it. You didn't seem the type to ghost a date; they had hope that you'd come through at the last minute.
And, it seems, she'd find herself rightー locking eyes with them as they push through the front doors, and try not to stumble over their own two feet. She holds out a hand, waving them over.
The diner smells of fresh coffee and pancakes, with the gentle clink of silverware against plates and soft 90s rock playing from the speakers overhead. Dorothy's table has a small vase with daisies and hollyhocksー the same flowers you'd knocked over when you first met at the farmers market.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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