#*gio s.

[aribraganca]

“gio--” she whined, hoisting both legs up to his couch to full lay comfortably, her iced latte balanced precariously between her fingers. “you could’ve picked any prince in the world for luci- any one of them... why did you have to go with the absolute worst one?” ( @giorxcci​ )

[aribraganca]

“psst- gio! giovanni--” it wasn’t difficult to find her cousin, ostentatious blue suit and all, ariel tugging at her cousin’s arm as she pulled him away from a conversation with a particularly animated russian duke. “come with me- c’mon! i have a surprise for you, do you absolutely promise not to be a bore?” she led them to sparsely attended corner of the ballroom, ornately golden and filled with opulence in every breath, casting a look around to make sure no one could fully see them. thankfully, it seems as if all the attention was on a particularly enthusiastic couple that was showing off on the dance floor. 

“i met up with a friend today,” an art school friend, one that was so terrifyingly on brand that ariel was in fits of laughter even before said fried surreptitiously slipped in a little box into her bag with a playful ‘merry christmas’. “and she gave me a present! see, i wasn’t supposed to share but i’m feeling generous and merciful this holiday season so...” opening her beaded clutch, her fingers shifted lipsticks and various little nicknacks before she found the little cylindrical container. with a knowing little look at her cousin, she twisted it open inside her bag and shook a few pieces out. “...oh i’m sorry though, do you prefer coke? because it’s either these or acid... it’s up in my room though, so we’d have to go and get it.”  /  @giorxcci​

[aribraganca]

@giorxcci

“dios mio, gio-- i don’t mean to shame someone for their lack artistic abilities but are you really going to use that size twenty flat brush for detailing?” she laughed, open mouthed and inelegant, as she wiped her fingers against her smock before reaching forwards to grab her third ( or was it fourth? ) glass of wine. “this wine is divine, by the way, i can’t believe they have it here.” trust ariel bragança to find a random wine and watercolour session for expats in a gallery just north of the city centre, roping in her cousin was easy after he heard the word ‘wine’. 

[aribraganca]

“when they sent aunt vero here i thought you were never going to come back.” ariel sighed dramatically, helping herself to her third cigarette of the day. “but i’m glad you are! perfect timing too, i have a gift for you.” it was a self-gratuitous gift that is wholly for her own benefit, but a gift nonetheless. she pulled out the brand new book from her bag, almost positively giddy with excitement. “i got you the italian version, since your english isn’t the best.” a little laugh accompanied the playful jab, as ariel pushed the book to his side of the table. ( @giorxcci​​ )