#mpxgiselle

[mpxnoel]

❛ i'd say you live up to your reputation. ❜

It seemed that more people knew about him than he did about them, which would've been concerning to Noel if he hadn't looked up in the direction the one talking to him. He'd seen her face before, in a picture someone they both knew had shown him. "Do I?" He tilted his head, bringing the drink in his hand up to take a good gulp of it. He'd been enjoying his country's food at Honeypot more and more as he tried to soothe the homesick feeling he got when he couldn't have his frijoles puercos.

He knew when to stay away from temptation when necessary, but his curiosity was peaked and he couldn't help but just need to know what it was that everybody knew about him. "And what exactly is my reputation?" His tone was light, relaxed with just the slightest hint of mischief. He'd bite this once if it meant he'd get to know just what Invidia had been saying about than for people to approach him so easily. It was nice, though.

Unless it was someone else.

Then, he'd have to get to some housecleaning.

[exmpxdiana]

silent support;

@mpxgiselle | continued from [ here ]

Diana did not have a lot of friends. The few she had had before had mostly drifted off to some corner of the globe or other- but luckily, she was mostly too busy to notice. And it was hard to be lonely when she at least had Marcel. But it wasn’t healthy to have no friends outside of your relationship, even if that was something she had sort of grown used to. So, lately, she had been trying her best to become friendly with a few people. Giselle was one of those people.

Maybe they did not have too much in common, but they got along well enough. Really, for an introvert like her, having a friend she could quietly sit beside while she read or did homework was ideal. It was even nice to just sit in the park and relax for a bit, letting her mind drift with the comfort of having a friend beside her.

Which was exactly what she had been doing before Giselle nudged her. She blinked, looking at the strange water bottle that was being offered to her. After a moment, she took it, holding it up at eye-level so that she could look at the crystal spike inside. “What is this?” She asked curiously, turning her gaze to the other girl as she took a tentative sip. Just water, by the taste of it. Huh.

[exmpxfelix]

[ HUG ] 

gentle prompts | accepting

Felix had never grasped the concept of stranger danger. After all, strangers were just friends you hadn't met yet, right? And despite semi-recent events, he still hadn't learned that that was not necessarily true. Maybe he just didn't want to believe that it was true more often than not.

So, when he spotted a girl looking particularly upset while he was headed to the store, he couldn't help but stop and sit on the bench beside her, eager to turn her frown upside down. "Hi, I'm Felix! Are you okay? Do you want a hug? Hugs make everything better, right?" He asked brightly, an innocent and enthusiastic smile on his face as he held out his arms, just in case she really did need that hug.

[mpxblairkim]

Splash | Blair & Giselle

@mpxgiselle

“Thanks,” Giselle drawled, shivering in the blanket as pool water continued to drip from her hair. She should’ve known better than to go to a pool party - bumping shoulders with douchebags who want to drug girls was not fun business. “Wait till I fucking cut that asshole,” she muttered as she huffed in defeat, glancing upwards with kohl rimmed eyes. “You didn’t have anything funny to drink, did you?”

Blair was honestly too old to be at there kind of parties anymore, but she kept being invited and didn’t want to say no to free booze - and plus, who would be game enough to control some of these idiots as the night went on. “Me?” she scoffed, taking a seat next to Giselle as she handed over a smaller towel, “I can hold my alcohol a lot better than these idiots, don’t worry.”

She gestured towards the younger’s hair, “Dry yourself off before you get sick, I don’t have those sort of powers to heal you up.”

[mpxnathaniel]

"Look at your swag, Nate," Giselle crept up on him from behind, fingertips rubbing against the exquisite fabric of his designer suit. "Let me take a guess where you got this get-up," she glanced at him from head to toe, appreciating the crisp, almost perfectly fitting lines of his white suit, which matched her own Givenchy number. She was shameless in her quest to explore his outfit, fingers roaming from his wrists to his belt buckle, then back to the shoulders of his blazer, a cheeky smile blooming across her features. "Is this custom-made?"

Giselle knew him too well and, as she looked over his attire with her well-trained eye, Nathaniel couldn't help the smirk on his lips. Anyone else might have though she was checking him out, but they both knew she was shamelessly interested in the tailoring of his suit, not his ass.

"Naturally - or it would be a miracle if ready-to-wear could fit so perfectly," he responded, proceeding to take her hand in his, "But Giselle, if you continue to touch me like that, you might be giving someone the wrong idea."

[psychexmp]

I found you || *; Psyche & Giselle

— continued from here :

Psyche knew that this time would come sooner rather than later — she could feel it in her bones and wished with all her being that Giselle would find her. It was as if her prayers had been answered and she was able to finally hold her daughter within her arms and never let go; she wouldn’t let go. All the years that had gone by without her seemed to have disappeared in a flash and she didn’t care. Because now, in this moment, she had her and she wasn’t letting go; she was whole. As she felt the young girl inch away slightly, her hues shifted to look down at her as a smile soon found its rightful place on her face. She nodded her head “Yes! It’s me... I’ve been with you all this time”

She chuckled softly, warmth emitting from her as she continued to look over her child. “You’ve grown up so beautifully.. I can’t believe it” — she hummed gently, reaching over to carefully tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. ”I can’t believe you’re here... ” Psyche bit into her lower lip, hoping to hold back the tears that were threatening to spew down her cheeks but failed miserably as a few rogue tears fell down her face.

“I‘ve been wondering when you’d make it here!” She was still in total amazement at the sight before her — All these years of simply standing back in the shadows, watching big events happen. She was happy to be able to reach out and touch her daughter and talk to her for once face to face.

”I’m never leaving you again”

@mpxgiselle

[mphan]

there were supposed to be cookies, not charcoal

with @mpxgiselle continued from here:

Giselle was just finishing a round of Candy Crush on her phone when Jisung tossed her that comment, and along with that came thick wafts of smoke from the direction of the oven. She rushed over in dismay to find the cookies Persephone taught her how to make looking nothing like the decadent, soft, heavenly discs the goddess produced, instead presenting themselves as blobs of charred biscuits from hell. “I told you to press the button on the timer!” She wailed, along with a soundly slap that landed on her friend’s arm, grabbing hold of the timer that still read 13 minutes. “Now I’m never getting my cookie craving satisfied and it’s all your fault!” Little did she know that she was the one who was supposed to press the button; given the little she actually did hands-on, that was probably the one thing she could do well, and yet...

he met giselle on a shopping trip when he just came to the island a couple months ago. well, she was on a shopping trip and he was also doing some “shopping” but in an entirely different manner. she’d been nice and he’d been more than happy to talk to her a bit as well as get her opinion on the brands that were sold at the mount phoenix shopping mall. from there they had developed quite naturally into friends. he doesn’t remember that time much longer ago when he’d met her randomly on the street and, seeing her a bit down and out of luck, had decided to share some of his good fortune with her for the day. it’d been a single bump, a touch of hands to help steady her and on he had walked. little does he know one touch had been enough for her to know who and what he was.

so here he is, lounging in her couch with the tv on playing some or the other program that he’s fully into. it’s more out of instinct than anything else that he raises his head to look in the direction of the ktichen, and he’d thought before that the cookies were taking a long time at this point, but she’d put on the timer and he’d figured she’d know when to take them out. apparently not, though, from the way giselle rushes over to the kitchen. deciding to follow along with her to take a look at the end result of this mishap. when she hits him on the arm, he grabs it in surprise.

“hey! you set the timer!” he complains, rubbing his arm where she slapped him. “you’re supposed to press the button!” he frowns lightly at her, more in a whiny way than because he is actually upset, and shakes his head. “besides, you got lucky thanks to me! any longer and they would have actually caught fire no doubt! then what would you have done?” he walks over to the stove to open up the hood and make it suck away the bit of smoke and especially the bad smell now hanging in the kitchen. “just try again next time and don’t forget to turn on the timer then,” he tells her then, trying to be at least a little bit supportive.

[mpxrowoon]

The Faithful Steed

starter for @mpxgiselle ft Rowoon & Giselle

The problem with having long legs, is that you get everywhere rather quickly.

 Rowoon feels as if he has been wondering these streets aimlessly for days. It was difficult, because he’s so used to travelling with purpose from A to B, on to C and repeat. No need to wonder where next? When should he stop for coffee, and where? How often is too often to stop for coffee? When it is one of the few things he has to do, he has been drinking rather a lot of coffee and he feels a little buzzed from it. Not that many would be able to tell, as he walks well paced and his gaze remains penetrative and ahead. Still dressed as if he had a job to go to, as his neatly knotted tie flaps a little past his arm in a chilly spring breeze. 

Still, if you know where to look the signs were there. The wiggle in his fingers, the twitch in his brow and the slight squint of his eyes against the low sun. Rowoon is bugging!  

He enjoys these serene, pretty streets in spring time, but just pacing them was becoming tedious, and didn’t take nearly as long as he would like! he contemplates giving up and returning home to read and be restless there, before his sharp, bat-like hearing catches a sound and he stops in his tracks. With a tilt of his head he slowly turns, back the way he had come and listens. 

With a scrape of pavement below the leather sole of his shoe, Rowoon turns and after a few steps turns a corner, entering a more secluded alleyway, and what seems to be three young-ish men, bothering a young woman. “What are you doing?” His voice calls out in it’s usual deeper tone, face as ever an impassive mask and his gaze shifts from man to man as he comes to a stop behind the young lady. Only what he had heard as a genuine question of curiosity seems to have been taken differently, as he watches in subtle bemusement as the men quickly shuffle back and away from him, only to come together and quickly start t make an exit. 

Has he said something wrong...?

Slowly his gaze lowers to the young woman before him, she at least wasn’t hurrying away from him.