slave to fashion.

esmé gigi genevieve squalor. the city's sixth most important financial advisor. very wealthy.

[childrenofthetides]

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J.

what kind of woman doesn’t wear pins in her hair ? don’t they all have pins in their hair ? jacques thought that was one of the twenty-eight necessities needed to properly function as a proper lady. but then again, that’s what he thought the last time he was locked in a cupboard.

he can feel her breathing, her breasts, um, chest, expanding and collapsing. his weight falls forward, and a palm is pressed against the door frame, the other hand falling back to her waist, as if preparing for the waltz that they cannot hear. 

you move fast, she says. it won’t ever last, he thinks.

“ esmé. ” he forces his chin up, to look at her facial features. “ i have nothing but shoelaces and aglets won’t do the trick.” he tries straightening up. now both hands are at her waist, and one moves up just slightly — oh ! his hand pulls away rather quickly, and his eyes keep darting anywhere and everywhere about the dark room, but on her.

her underwire !

“ esmé, ” he says her name again. (  one would think he likes saying it.  ) “ i need your bra. please take it off. ” 

           her irritation quickly melts away into a healthy mixture of AMUSEMENT and BEWILDERMENT,   though she tries her best to remain severe.   another sigh rolls from between painted lips as he states what he has,   blowing hot air right into his face   (  such a pity she hadn’t been smoking,   she can’t help but think! )   as she shifts as much as she can on the spot.

          she shoots him a thoroughly unimpressed look as one of his hands seem to wander upwards,   only to be swiftly pulled away.      ❛      you really ought to buy a girl dinner or something before trying that out,  you kn–––      ❜      she’s cut off by his sudden question,   and she really can’t help but wonder if the door is actually locked.

        ❛      i hope you do realise,   jacques,   that there are FAR BETTER WAYS to get women to take off their bras than that.      ❜      a glare is directed at him,   one of esmé’s specialities.   she’s not even angry at him for what he asked,   more so the way he posed the question;   god,   how did he ever expect to get a GIRLFRIEND?      ❛      as it turns out,   i actually quite need it MYSELF at this moment in time,   so i think i’ll have to decline.      ❜      not an intentional rhyme,   but she’ll take it.

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    ↬    LUCY PUNCH  as  REGAN  in  CINDERELLA  (  2000  )

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J.

“  why are you so interested ?  ”  he speaks so hushed, so secretively.  “ what i did there is what i do here, and what i will do, until i die. i volunteer.  ”

his trip to france had been not different than this very minute, jacques rushing about, finding the next piece in his own fragmentary plot. the changing variables were a suit, his companion, and the best hide and seek spots. though, the stakes were not as high as this, and now he didn’t need l’s two-minute color theory lesson to find the helpful associate. 

and now, another similarity to marseille you’ll find, as he reached around e, he found the door to be locked. ( the position they were now in was worse than before, with his arms around her waist, as if preparing for one great lift. his ear was beside her chest. ) he rattles the knob several times, just to make sure. mr. snicket, with his head so high, his actions so cool, feels panic swell. what if they’re — no. think about something else. breathe jaq ! he can’t seem to move. one more rattle.

“  what i think ! well, what i think, is that my name isn’t j, it’s jacques. and i like to know the names of girls i will spend intimate amounts of time with. are you wearing pins in your hair ?  ”

          ❛      i simply like france,   is all.   and i didn’t think you’d be the type to share my interest in it.   clearly,   you’re NOT.      ❜

           she’s snide in her reply,   head turning away from him to the best of her abilities.   if there were room to cross her arms firmly over her chest she surely would,   as though to highlight just how  HUFFY  she was at the treatment she was given,   but there was hardly enough space to breathe,   so she settles instead for a heavy sigh,   eyes darting around in the dark,   trying to work out what was where.

           certainly the last thing she expected was for him to practically wrap his arms around her waist,   his head closer to her chest than she would like.   she doesn’t mind,  per say,   she’s simply SHOCKED.   she had gone on dates with plenty of people who had gotten much closer in a shorter length of time,   she just never expected it to happen in   ...   a broom closet.

         ❛      you move fast,   don’t you?      ❜      it’s the closest she might get to a good - natured tease,   and though she realises that   (  as he’s tried the doorknob several times and they’re still practically on top of one another  )   they appear to be locked in,   her features never falter,   the smirk that usually coats her lips refusing to budge.      ❛      how kind of you to ask.   it’s esmé,   in case you really haven’t heard.   and no,   i’m not wearing any hair pins.   even if i was,   they’re far too expensive to risk breaking.   do you really not have ANYTHING with you that you could use instead?      ❜

[casterlylock]

jerome @ the baudelaires talking about esmé

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“I don’t owe you anything!” she cries, all of a sudden, like the sudden explosion of a bomb. “I didn’t promise you this! How d a r e you – I didn’t ask you for this, I didn’t want this.”

He can see it now. It’s often difficult to read her, when she won’t ever be real, won’t ever be honest, but this time it’s written on her face. Little girl scared of the monster behind the curtain, little girl frightened that she’s going to be on her own again. [x]

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J.

she’s intoxicating. e, who would one day model for the modern sandro botticelli, was the very picture of what you might call a goddess. but then, she reminds him greatly of k , except k, her glasses were the kind that made the world clear, her smile coated in another pigment that suited a less perfect complexion, her nose scrunched as things are put back in place. the differences, the thought of his sister, made him ache for silent conversation and their shared winks. she was supposed to be here. 

but e was there, not k. 

“  once, i had been in marseille. you have to pay attention to things like lipstick. but you, you wear it better.  ”  the words left his tongue and his face grew hot.  “  we should probably get back to the party, before we’re um, before we’re missed.  ”

            ❛      marseille?   what were you doing in marseille?      ❜

            she doesn’t like to think that she’s the type to let her curiosity get the best of her,   but she was far too captivated by anything FRENCH to let such a comment pass her by.   she doesn’t particularly wish to stay in the closet that they currently occupy   ––––––   quite the opposite,   in fact.   how could she be the life of the party if she weren’t there?   but she also wants to hear what he was doing in the south of france;   especially since she can’t help but appreciate the fact that he knew one has to pay attention to things like lipstick.   not enough people had that mindset,   she thought!

           ❛      don’t think you can make a comment like that and get away without explaining,   j!      ❜

[magistera]

i want this so bad!

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          ❛      i'm esmé gigi genevieve squalor, the city's sixth most important financial advisor,     ❜      she announced grandly.      ❛      even though i am unbelievably wealthy, you may call me ESMÉ.      ❜

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cOKE OR PEPSI

             it’s a question she,   perhaps,   puts too much thought into.   both had been  IN  for quite some time after their invention,   after all   (   coca - cola in 1886,   pepsi in 1893!   )   and while they never did become  OUT,   she had never quite taken part in the debate that developed as to which cola drink was superior.   

          ❛      pepsi,   i suppose.   it’s sweeter   ––––––   it wouldn’t be my FIRST CHOICE,   of course,      ❜      parsley soda,   or whatever revolting concoction was fashionable at the time,   would instead take that title.      ❛      but i would choose  pepsi  over coke any day.      ❜

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who is your favorite snicket ? 👀

           ❛      would you ask someone who suffers from a SEVERE DAIRY INTOLERANCE to pick their favourite dairy product?      ❜      daggers lie in her glare,   clearly irritated by the question posed to her.   eyes are dramatically rolled,   and she leaves her answer at THAT.

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J.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.   hear his heart in his head ! it’s skipping beats, or at least it feels like it. THUMP.THA THUMP. THUMP.  he can’t quite breathe. THA THUMP. THA THUMP. THA THUMP.

a sigh. why her ? ( heaven help him. )

they’re pressed together, in a closet. now, they hadn’t been playing a timed game in which two individuals may be forced to play at a party such as the one they were attending, nor had they stumbled across this room for extremely personal interests, no, rather it was the interest of a volunteer who was rather far away, and a secret being whispered from just down the hall.

she had almost gotten them caught, killed. had this girl not realized the extent of their mission ? did she not know the stakes ? did all she care about are pearls and crooked ties ? it was abrupt, how he pulled her into the closet, how his hand clamped over her mouth, how his eyes squeezed shut. they were going to get caught, any moment. but they didn’t. and so, he sighed in relief, and counted to ten.

he reached thirty-two and stops. only then does jacques snicket let go of his associate. 

“  miss e,  ”  they’re still close, and still in the coat closet.  “  do you always wear lipstick like that ? “

(  perhaps he means to say something entirely else, to speak in a code, or in riddle, but he doesn’t.  )

@lettucebikini  /  long overdue interaction & kid spies, pretty cool  . 

             if their silence wasn’t of the utmost importance in their current situation,   she would’ve surely accosted him for the damage that was no doubt done to the  cream chiffon  of her shirt,  or the lipstick that he no doubt smudged.   but she quite enjoys living her life,   and so she decides to keep her mouth shut for the time being   ––––––   NOT because that’s what he wants from her,   though.   never that.

             after what seems like an  eternity  in the cramped coat closet,   he finally releases his grip on her,   and gloved digits raise to push the   (   non - prescription   )   glasses up the bridge of her nose.   part of her cover,   she’ll claim,   though she also won’t shy away from admitting that they’re   VERY IN   at the moment.

             crimson lips part,   and a string of sharp barbs lie on her tongue,   ready to be hurled right at him,   but his query catches her out,   and she’s left to stare at him in uncertainty,   left brow arched.      ❛      what other way  is  there to wear lipstick,   j?      ❜

[dctvladies]

[diet-tampon]

“yeah but tell me more about you”