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ingeminis:

[ Text ]: You have a funny way of showing it

[Text]: I'm sorry. Did you want tears, too? Would that make it feel more sincere to you? [Text]: I miss you. :'(. Idiot.

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ingeminis:

Luke looks up from what he’s doing and his face relaxes into a smile. “Yeah?” But he already knows what it’s like. And she’s right, it is beautiful this time of the year but he knows something that is more beautiful all year round: her. “Maybe we should take a little trip, then.”

"Oui. Yeah." Giselle stalks up behind where he's sitting, leaning down to wrap her arms around his neck. He's doing... something or other for Lily. She'll ask what he's doing later. Vacations are much more important. "We should. Get a nice hotel by La Seine, enjoy good food, see the catacombs... perhaps after hours, if possible..." She nuzzles his temple. "Just relax and have fun. We can bring Mark too, if he wants."

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ingeminis:

"But I gave you five minutes five minutes ago.” He’s not whining. Not yet. Instead, Luke gives a small sigh and climbs back under the covers where Giselle is currently lying with her back turned to him. He could have simply yanked the comforter off the bed and force her to get up, but he doesn’t want to be on her bad side today. Instead, Luke lays beside her and rubs her arm soothingly. “If you wake up now,” He begins as he leaves light kisses along her back where her tank top leaves parts of her skin exposed. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

Giselle murmurs something at him – she's not really sure what. Usually, she's the first one out of bed. But today... she doesn't feel like moving at all. She'd woken a bit when Luke got up, and decided to stay in bed. Of course he came back to try and get her out. She can't leave him alone for five seconds. The bed dips behind her and she sighs through her nose. Maybe she's won. Maybe he'll curl back up with her and keep her warm. His touch is gentle, not like what anyone would imagine. But it's the kisses to her shoulder and back that cause her to sigh. "Or..." She takes his hand and gently pulls it over to her lips, pressing her own kisses to his knuckles. "You could stay with me... right here where it's soft and warm and comfy..." She's more likely to win this argument than he would against her, but she doubts he'll give in. He knows how much she loves when he cooks for her. She won't last long.

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Do you think Giselle is submissive to Luke?

outoffun

[I think Giselle chooses to be. Like if she wants to follow his orders, she will. I think the only reason she didn't kill Carlos was that Luke reiterated what Mark said. If Luke hadn't been there, or wasn't one to listen to his twin, than I think she would have killed Carlos. I also think she listens more to Luke than Lily. Like... she's attracted to power. That said, She kind of has this teasing thing going on with Luke, so I can also see her not obeying just to annoy him. 

So it all depends on if she wants to, but if push comes to shove I think that she'd be willing to obey him. But I also think he prefers to see them as a team, so he might prefer teamwork to having her obey him, etc.

If you mean in the bedroom... I think she doesn't make it easy for Luke unless she wants to be. Hehehe. OR they would take turns. Whoever got to the other one first. You get me.]

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ingeminis:

Put one of these in my ask box! (Kidnapped!): "You belong to me now."

"Do I?" Luke asks, cocking his head to the side as a smirk lingers on his lips. He’s not sure where this is going, but he’s pretty sure he wants to find out.

"Yes, you do," Giselle sing-songs in English, gently pushing him to sit on their bed. They've been home from the concert they'd gone to for only about an hour, but both are mostly undressed. She isn't ready for the evening to end. She has plans for her "husband". She follows him, holding his tie behind her back as she straddles his legs to sit on his lap. "Je suis tellement fatigué de vous me dire que je suis à vous." She shifts onto her knees, slowly drawing his hands behind his back. "Je pense qu'il est temps que je vous montrerai qui appartient vraiment à qui." She takes his tie and gently but securely binds his hands together. He's not running the show tonight. She is. She tips his chin up with a finger, still smiling serenely at him. "Oh, mon cher. Tu es si beau comme ça."

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ingeminis:

"Mmm, devrais-je maintenant?”

"Je préférerais tu m'embrasses maintenant, oui."

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Jouer Infirmière Encore || Giselle & Luke

Giselle sighs and fiddles with her hands as she watches the drive from the porch. Her side has healed, but it almost feels as if she's been sliced again. All this waiting, after mourning for weeks in silence while Lily and Mark enacted their revenge, was hard. She just wants him to be there. To be in front of her, flesh and blood. Luke's alive. And she needs to see him.

Since Luke's supposed demise, Giselle had spent much of her time alone, if not with Mark. Lily blamed her for Luke's death, as he had gone after Ryan for hurting her in the first place. He didn't know she'd survived, that Radmila had patched her up and left her to rest. It was only when she heard the commotion that she forced herself out of bed, stole some of Luke's clothes, and escaped the house jus as Ryan left. Her siblings were dead, Mother and the twins gone, and with no other option she ran for thieir first safe house. It was there she had learned of Luke's fate, when Lily welcomed her with shouting and shaking and tears. Giselle sat in shock as Mark redid her stitches. And she spent the time after alone.

The loneliness suited her. She isn't much for expressing her emotions, much like the older twin, but being alone allowed her to let it out. She'd cried every night before sleeping, wrapped in his shirt she had thrown over her tank top before leaving. Luke was invincible, far more so than her or Mark or even Lily. He wasn't supposed to die first. The fact that he died to give them time to escape... made it even worse. He'd died for his mother and brother... for her... and he never knew she'd actually lived. That he put himself in danger for nothing. And she never got to tell him... many things that she had wanted to. It hurt more than Giselle would ever show.

But then Lily's spies got word to them. Giselle remembers Lily dropping the phone and sitting heavily in the couch, crying into her hands. She remembers Mark taking a moment to process the information, before a tear escaped him and he turned to her, smiling, waiting for her to join him. She remembers laughing. She managed not to cry. But she laughed. Because she knew that imbécile wouldn't just leave them like that. They'd be together again. Would he laugh when he sees her too?

Giselle crosses her arms to ward off the chill, wincing at the tightness in her side. It almost feels as if the stitches are still there. She's glad for it. It reminds here that this isn't a dream. A black SUV pulls into the long drive, and slowly moves towards the house. She squares her shoulders. She'd tried to look her best, in new clothes from Lily that were remarkably like her old ones. She'd been tempted to wear his shirt, but she didn't think it best to do in front of their mother. But she still has to look good. If not for Luke, than to remind herself that there is once again a reason to try. Life is coming back to the Grays. And Giselle wants to be there to welcome him.