#gabrieldesilva

[danidelione-blog]

🗝️ our muses share a quiet moment

Wasn’t sure he’d call de Silva here a friend. Seemed a bit strong. Did he even trust him? Not exactly, no, but Dani didn’t trust easy. That’d be something of a liability, in his line of work. Luckily, he didn’t honestly need to trust Gabriel. They had that debt, to tie them together, to keep the critic in line; well, more accurately, the man’s uncle and Dani’s employers had a debt. Here they were, though, the faces and agents of a hell of an inheritance. Dani had been shown the books, given lists of names, before he was slipped away from that Bronx boatyard. The numbers - well, at the time, they’d been baffling, too much for a tenement kid to comprehend. 

Now? Seemed awfully small, relatively speaking. What Dani moved through this city, every day? It was bankrolling a new generation of American kings. But money was owed. And money would be collected. Two de Silvas were on the list; a dead one, and the man drinking at his side, out on the cobbles in front of the Lotus. Didn’t matter which de Silva covered the debt, so long as it was paid. It could have been any other mafioso in Paris who came to collect, or, more likely, any goon for hire. Instead, it was Dani. Given there’d been nothing to shake out of the uncle’s estate, Gabriel was left holding the sizable bag. But they’d worked a little something out. To ameliorate the situation, to mutual benefit. Dani’s people seemed happy with it, so. Here they were, taste-testing a few fresh tea blends, for summer, and a cognac the proprietress had brought in, a possible addition to the bar.

Seemed they both preferred the cognac. 

Dani savored it, slowly, the muggy Parisian summer sticking his shirt to his chest as Gabriel railed on about this cafe or that salon, the tepid gossip, the limp facsimile of impressionistic spirit, the this, the that, the other. Did Dani follow, exactly? Not so much. Society papers weren’t his thing. Rumors, if they weren’t about his business, weren’t his business. Good to keep an ear out, though. Dani did have to keep up some appearances, these days. And if you wanted to know where to appear, in Paris? To rub elbows with the moneyed and mode? You let de Silva bend that ear. 

[arturodemarin]

@gabrieldesilva ❃ closed. location: beneath the marquee of Cinema du Pantheon, late afternoon

“Coño carajo.”

The squish of his shoes played a double-time rhythm against the sidewalk as Arturo ran to the Cinema du Pantheon to escape the afternoon downpour, uttering swears the entire way. Once free from the rain, he pat at the lapels of his jacket and dug through his pockets to see if the worst had not happened. Alas, the final cigarette he had foolishly tucked away without a case had been a casualty of bad weather. 

"Joder esta vida y la siguiente...”

Arturo turned to face the street, but realized he was not alone beneath the cinema’s facade. Through the stained glass doors of the theatre, he could see the many guests of some type of event going on inside; and he could only assume that man beside him had taken a moment to escape. What he would have given to feel the need to escape an event again... It wasn’t often that the old maestro was invited to the types of parties he would frequent back when he was somebody. 

He turned to the man, soggy cigarette in hand as evidence to help his desperate case. Arturo was about to ask if the man had another, but was then caught by the familiarity of the other’s face.

“Ah. I know you. You are the one from the papers, oui? The one with the sharp pen.” 

[elliotmurdock]

👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?

👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?

Elliot’s childhood bedroom had a tree outside his window that, in the fall, would scratch against the side of the house and cast shadows on his wall. His parents would come in to check on him and find him curled up in a ball, tears falling down his cheeks because he was scared of the monsters with the long fingernails. 

[charlotte-leigh]

🧢

soft intimacy meme!

🧢 - Put a hat on my muse | @gabrieldesilva ♡

“Stay still!” She meant to whisper, but through her laughter the words come out much louder than she anticipated. At this hour, the hallways of the Moulin Rouge have grown quiet, and her giggles could be enough to wake up an angry courtesan who has only just managed to fall asleep. Charlotte has had enough wine, though, that she can’t seem to care. “You’re moving all over the place!”

“I’m not going anywhere, you’ve just had too much to drink.” Gabriel’s answer comes through a voice that is much softer than anything Charlotte could manage through her fit of giggles, with his hands set on her waist to steady her. 

“You can stay, if you’d like,” she shrugs her shoulders. It’s not an invitation she typically extends to her clients, but she is in a better mood than usual and she feels as though she could trust him. “The rain is coming down like cats and dogs out there, and it would be so terrible if you were to get swept away.” 

“I think it would be better for the both of us if I were to go on my way.” He answers, calm and matter-of-fact. 

“Whatever you say, Monsieur de Silva. I won’t be the one getting carried away like The Wizard of Oz.” She teases, a smirk pulling on the corner of her lips as she pulls the buttons of his jacket through the holes.

“I think I’ll be able to carry on one way or another, Charlotte.” He is smiling too, now. She reaches up to set a hand on his cheek as her nose wrinkles with laughter. “Somehow I’ll be able to summon the courage.”

“You are ever so brave, mon cheri!” With a flick of her neck, she sends her messy blonde curls over her shoulder as her hands move to straighten his tie. “You’ll be careful though, won’t you?” 

“I will try my best.” He answers, rolling one of her curls between his thumb and index finger. She raises an eyebrow at him and he simply chuckles in response. 

Finally, she rises to her tiptoes to place his hat on his head, but cocks it to the side to tease him. 

“Goodnight, Monsieur.” She offers him a nod as he straightens his hat before moving for the door to her bedroom.

“Goodnight, Charlotte.” 

[nettyfawn-blog]

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

1) Annette likes to watch artists paint landscapes and scenes at various locations in Paris. It’s something that she’s done since she was a child – it’s free entertainment, after all. She finds it soothing to watch them place lines and colors on canvas or paper and make the art come to life. On occasions through her life she has befriended several artists and has allowed them to sketch her when asked.2) Annette likes to read. However, due to her lack of education, it does not come very quickly to her. While she is slowly improving, it can still take her several months of dedication to finish a book. However, often times she will get frustrated with the difficultly and stubbornly put books on hold (especially if a story takes a turn in the plot that she doesn’t approve of).  

3) While it’s not exactly a hobby, going to the street market ranks among Annette’s favorite pastimes when she is off the clock at the Moulin. She is often there as early as many of the vendos, simply taking in the smells and sounds and watching all the people that mill through the stands. 

[charlotte-leigh]

Pastime: Three hobbies they have

1. Charlotte has always enjoyed writing. She isn’t incredibly good at it, and keeps most of it to herself, but if she is alone in her bedroom there’s a good chance that she is putting ink to paper. Bhari is the only person who has read any serious amount of her work, aside from poetry or short stories that she has written to give to people as gifts. 

2. When she was a girl, she used to love baking with her mother. Their family home had a large garden where they would grow lots of fresh fruits and vegetables, so she and her mother would spend just about every afternoon baking pies, tarts, galettes, quiches, or anything else they could dream up. She doesn’t have a place to bake in her room at the Moulin, but she used to spend some mornings baking at Arturo’s apartment after she spent the night, or Vivienne’s home when her visits lasted more than just an evening or so. 

3. Acrobatics! Charlotte has never been a very talented dancer, but in recent years she has expanded her stage performances to include aerial acts like the lyra and the silks. She enjoys it, and it’s one of the few acts at the Moulin that are solely hers. She spends a lot of time practicing in the Moulin’s studio, to keep herself in shape and ready to perform. 

[nettyfawn-blog]

“This is all kinds of messed up.”

The little fairy scoffs playfully.

Annette is already in her robe, sitting cross-legged on the foot of her bed as she watches Gabriel dress, fussing at himself in her mirror as he attempts to recover himself from the bedraggled appearance their tryst has left him in. 

The cigarette between her fingers has been freshly lit, and the silver case she extracted it from lays an arms length away on top of roused sheets. She’s tired, but she’s trying not to show it. Monsieur de Silva is far from her worst client, but she’s still anxious for him to go. It’s been a long night, and she’s only hanging on to her act by a thread.  All she wants in the world at this moment is to put Fawn to bed and get Annette into a long, hot bath. 

Tutting her tongue, she raises from the bed and takes barefooted steps across the floor to him. 

“Here, hold this,” she tells him, taking a drag from the cigarette before passing it to the critic, using her newly freed fingers to fix his tie. “Can’t have you leaving this room looking anything but your best, can I?”

[nettyfawn-blog]

Doing: Three habits that they have.

1) Biting her thumb. Annette was a thumb sucker as a child – purely based on nerves. She eventually grew out of that and graduated on to nail biting, however, she often knawed the nail down until it bled. Now, she has the tell controlled to biting the tip of her thumb when she is feeling nervous or shy. (It is something she never does when she is in the Fawn character.)2) A shot before the show. More of a tradition that Annette picked up from the other dancer at the Moulin when she first arrived – a shot of whatever the stage hands have on them in the wings before they pull up the curtain. (She has no graduated to three or four throughout the course of a show.)3) Twirling the curls.  Annette tends to play with her hair when she’s being less than sincere – a trait that is mostly reserved for her working hours as Fawn. When she is ‘flirting’ with patrons, she tends to play with her hair more often as a way to control the fidgets of her fingers. Most patrons are too distracted with her lips, legs, and other features to pay much attention to the habit.