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"F-a-s-h-i-o-n is life, and just like life, you must always express your feelings freely." -Adama Q Adama

[vimiller]

briebarlow​:

BRIE: It’s pitiful. I know you’d never snoop so low. BRIE: Despite what GG keeps insisting, I didn’t fuck your brother.

𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪: God no. imagine being that kind of pathetic 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪: You have way too much taste for that. Mopey has never been your type.

[vimiller]

𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒶📱𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒

𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒶: GG really is conspiring to tear us apart

𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒶: a girl can't even get a macaroon from a hotel without being accused of fraternizing with the enemy

[elliottjxo]

@vimiller​ | Early Afternoon, February 26th, The Plaza Hotel

He’s spent the past year in unfamiliar rooms, sleeping on foreign beds. Some, on the Jönsson’s property. Most, in unorthodox hotels and flats in every part of the world. Yet it’s the four-poster, California King situated in the executive suite of the Plaza Hotel that feels the strangest. How odd it was, to be in the city he called home and feel anything but at home. But it’s the consequence of blowing his life up. Old haunts and comforts are just that. Yet still, he approaches it with as much optimism as he can. It’s Elliott’s way. Far too many responsibilities and reckonings in the air, to be anything else. In fact, there are few instances where he’s felt himself slip. The most notable being the day of his almost-wedding.

But the second most notable? A torrential night in the picturesque Mediterranean sea, with Vienna Miller herself.

It’s a complication in the making. He knows that even before he texts her. The wrath of Brie and her sycophants aside. There was a reason their friendship kept above fair weather, teetering the careful line of indulgent. The history goes well beyond some teenage history. It’s flesh and blood, life and death. But Elliott’s dedicated too long in hiding behind control, and one long year trying to unlearn it. And so, he texts her. An anecdote about not finishing their conversation, and a promise to be a gentleman despite the location of their meeting.

Hotel rooms were about as private as they could get, outside of Gossip Girl’s shining light.

“I was half-expecting a floppy hat and Dior sunglasses.” Elliott remarks with a wry smile, leaning against the frame of the door. The physical similarity to Audrey Hepburn was hard to miss, and it’s a joke he makes on fair occasion. “Thanks for coming, Vi. I promise - I’m not trying to make your life hell.” He admits sheepishly, gesturing for her to step inside the suite. “I haven’t figured out where home is, yet.” 

[vimiller]

Ever since the Kiss on the Lips party, Vienna had felt on edge. In one night, everything had gone from a typical, new normal Manhattan party, to a blast from the past with everyone's least favorite stalker and it was followed so closely by Elliott's return and the slap that was heard across the ballroom.

That could have been the end of it, and had it not been for the former, then the presence of the latter wouldn't have had as strong of a hold. It's easy to ignore people in the busiest city in the world when the there were no notifications going off to remind you of their presence. But Gossip Girl did as she always used to do and exposed the night to the world. Including her brief encounter with the person who broke her best friend's heart in front of everyone.

Now she had no clue where she stood with anyone. Was the world angry with her for talking to Brie's ex? Did people assume she was defending Brie? Or assume the worst, that she was supportive of Elliott? She couldn't tell.

When she got the text from Elliott inviting her to come and talk at the Plaza, she should have ignored it and blocked his number. Her friendships were more important and not worth risking if she got caught talking with him a second time on Gossip Girl. However, Vienna had never been known for making the right and selfless decisions. Her curiosity would always win over, and so she made her way up to Elliott's floor, trying to avoid too much outside attention.

"The best way to make sure you get blasted on Gossip Girl is to make it look like you don't want to be followed or noticed," she pointed out. "Had I gone the floppy hat route, some wannabe Upper Eastsider would have taken a picture and asked far too many questions," she continued with a one-shouldered shrug. She sighed, one corner of her mouth dipping slightly, "Then why'd you ask me over?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you know what's good for you, you'll make home not here," she stepped into his suite. "Do you know how complicated everything has been since you left? Brie's not going to be happy until you're run back out of the city."

[servingsato]

EMILY IN PARIS (2020 - ) Season One, Episode Six

[thesupernova]

open to all where: kiss on the lips party

Nova stood towards the back, her eyes scanning the room slowly. She was a fish out of water here - she knew it and everyone else too. What was she doing here? Why did she actually come? Was it because deep down, she actually wanted to fit in. It was human nature. An innate thing - the need to belong. Sighing deeply, Nova gathered herself before she made her way deeper into the mass of people. She scooted and wiggled her way through the dense crowd, accidentally bumping into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized.

[vimiller]

thesupernova​:

open to all where: kiss on the lips party

Nova stood towards the back, her eyes scanning the room slowly. She was a fish out of water here - she knew it and everyone else too. What was she doing here? Why did she actually come? Was it because deep down, she actually wanted to fit in. It was human nature. An innate thing - the need to belong. Sighing deeply, Nova gathered herself before she made her way deeper into the mass of people. She scooted and wiggled her way through the dense crowd, accidentally bumping into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she apologized.

Vienna made her way through the crowd of people, seeking out the bar. Parties were breeding grounds for drama and she wanted to be buzzed before anything more broke out. In her mind, the crowd parted for her, recognizing her as the queen she had once been. But this wasn’t Constance and the title of queen was claimed by her and so many others in the room. Still, she held her head up high and hoped anyone recording things for Gossip Girl got her best angles. She was broken from her thoughts when she felt someone bump against her. She stumbled forward slightly and looked over at the culprit, “Watch it!” she said before registering who it was. Vienna’s eyebrows knitted together, “I didn’t expect to see you here,” her arms crossed over her chest, “I thought you were above all of this,” she challenged, looking at the other. “Change your mind?”

[vimiller]

briebarlow​:

starter for: @vimiller​ when + where: kiss on the lips, on the balcony

much to her own chagrin, brie is a stress smoker. it’s a habit she’s not proud of, one she’ll deny every time – but still, in moments of distress, she’s reaching for a pack of marlboros. after her unprecedented blow up at the untimely arrival of elliott – brie was sure she’d have to chain smoke the entire pack to find any sort of calm. instead, though, she settles on one. she’s got a party to still host, after all. spending the night on the balcony and away from her guests wasn’t an option. even if all she wanted to do was go home and take a nice long, hot bubble bath. 

at the sound of someone joining her, she subtly wipes at her cheeks, hating the way that tears had been quietly shed despite her best efforts to remain calm. now that the anger had subsided, it was difficult not to succumb to the way her heart ached. she’s grateful to see vienna rather than an acquaintance, but it doesn’t ease any of the tension in her shoulders. she’s known vienna her entire life practically, been friends just as long – but there’s never been a certain safety between them. there’s an underlying tone of ‘i’ll betray you if it will benefit me’, something they’ve consistently done to one another over the years. regardless, she’s still a friend, someone brie respects. “don’t bother giving me the ‘those things will kill you’ speech.” brie scoffs, taking another puff before adding: “i already know and i’m hoping it’ll happen sooner rather than later.”

if someone had asked vienna what she thought would be the most dramatic thing that would happen that night, she’d have said that someone would have too much to drink and say something stupid to get themselves cancelled. she should have known better than to ever underestimate the dark clouds of scandal that followed behind their every move. it was part blessing, part curse to be so ingrained in the world of the elite. while there would always be the glitz and glam of a gala, the dark corners of the room held secrets that couldn’t wait to be spilled. following the return of gossip girl and elliott - interesting timing, she noted - vienna noticed brie sneak off to the balcony. vi looked over her shoulder, phones had started documenting every moment of the night since the first blast in so long was posted, and she made sure one was on her as she followed behind brie. if things were truly going to go back to how they were when an anonymous blogger posted about them, she had to start now in crafting what exactly she wanted to be said about her, and conforting brie after everything that happened would ensure that her name was mentioned and remind people that she had strong connections, “so i’ll save the speech for your funeral, got it,” she told her, looking over at the blonde’s hand, “that was a pretty good hit,” she told her, “you’re going to have to rename this slap on the cheek party. it’s threatening and vaguely sexy.” 

[vimiller]

elliottjxo​:

@vimiller​ | Late Evening, February 24th, Outside the Kiss on The Lips Party

He has his list - the betrayed, the confused, and the forgotten. They pile up on his mental rolodex, ranked first by the extent of the wrong and then by the potential to make amends. Despite the circumstances of his return, he chooses to control what can be controlled. In this case, it’s the relationships that can be salvaged after a year of ghosting. Then again… Vienna Miller has forgiven worse things than a series of unanswered text messages and a PR scandal to help clean up. Especially from the likes of him. 

Admittedly, he bides his time. Old friends as they were, Vienna is predictable to him now. She could lord over party goers and schmooze among the best of them, but inevitably, she’d come out for air. Glamorous events may sparkle and shine, but they could suffocate as well. Elliott hangs back, lit by the streetlight and visible from the front entrance. The twinge of pink on his cheek is present, and Gossip Girl’s influence is fast and furious. He can already see a few iPhone’s taking shots of his still-pink cheek. Whatever. It’s not like he’s a stranger to scandal and ridicule these days. He turns his shoulder away from them, catching Vienna right as she’d stepped into the January frost.

“I got you one of those tacky, souvenir magnets while I was away.” Elliott calls out, as an olive branch and a too-easy word of endearment. Talking to Vienna has always come easily. “I was in Vienna, and the opportunity was right there. So,” he shrugs, leaning up from the brick wall. “Can we talk?”

The night was supposed to have been yet another dull, but somehow important event. What had once been a beloved tradition had become like any other gala or ball thrown by the city’s elite. She had her obligations to show up - if she ever hoped to be the next Anna Wintour, being at every event was a must, plus the host was one of her oldest and closest friends.. most of the time - she’d mingle, have a couple of drinks, comment on everyone’s look for the night, but ultimately the excitement of these types of nights had plummeted when Gossip Girl went silent.  Oh, was she wrong? What may have started as a typical night in the New York social scene blew up with one simple notification. She was back. And in typical Gossip Girl fashion, it didn’t take long for the drama of the night to follow. She saw Brie first and then the too familiar face that she was headed straight for. She watched in stunned silence as the echo of Brie’s hand hitting Elliott rang through the room.  A good friend would have immediately rushed to Brie’s side and spit venomous words at the snake who broke her heart and humiliated her, but being a good friend had never been her strong suit. No, instead, she turned on her heel and wished for the boring droll of rich men and economics rather than the flood of memories that came whenever Elliott was around. In her brief panic, Vienna headed for the outside door. The air had become too thick and she needed to step away from it. That is until she heard that familiar voice behind her. A smile that she shouldn’t have pulled at one corner of her mouth. She bit her lips closed to hide it before turning towards him, “You were in Vienna?” One perfectly manicured brow lifted, “That’s news to me.” She pushed her brown locks behind her ear, “Let me guess, it’s a shot glass? Or maybe one of those t-shirts that say my best friend’s ex-fiance went to Vienna and all I got was this stupid shirt?” She questioned, trying to remind him and herself where they stood. “What’s there for us to talk about, El?” She asked.