#c: giselle

[wmu-cedes]

@wmu-giselle

AMEN TO THAT!

I'm glad you get me

[wmustaceevans]

“Fancy checking out the pub in town for a drink with me?”

"With you Giselle? Always. Is that even a question?"

[tapestriies]

Giselle

so the brain is revisiting my oc Giselle Didier. Time to take a stab at a revamp & recap of her dramatic story (which was originally written over 10 years ago and then with some alluded to collaborative backstory things done ~5 years ago) ! Newly inspired by various female tragedies out of Hogarth, a bit of Fantine, & the ballet Giselle.

If there is one thing Giselle Didier loved - it was to dance. Starting from humble beginnings and growing up in an orphanage, the impressions of what she saw from a band of troubadours and dancers as well as dusty old books on ballet answered Gigi's burning question if her means to ends in life could also be her gift and passion.

And so she sought a life of freedom and self-expression by pursuing her gift and becoming a ballerina. Her dreams brought her to the greatest of places and capital of dance - Paris. But to dance on the stages of Paris was no primrose path. But the arduous journey only makes holding the dream in the palm of one's hand only sweeter.

Yet what could stop the inevitable end one that starts with such bright promise only to end a Willi?

[More under the cut!]

Act i.

The road to success is hardly easy. In much happier years, there still lay a mountain to climb and several failed auditions when dreams were still dreams. Yet this did not yet deter Giselle. She's a hurricane when she sets her mind to a goal. To make ends meet worked any odd-job she could find from working in coffee houses to seamstressing, to gigs beside her friends at the tavern cabaret; and practiced rigorously with local instructors of the artsy side of Paris (who, while they lacked the prestige of the ballet schools she aspired to, were no less excellent teachers of dance). The lower rungs of Paris were content to her, it was a struggle, and there was the bad and ugly side to it, but at least some were authentic.

At last, Giselle made her breakthrough among the corps du ballet. Many years pass, and Giselle dances. Whether she is a rising star or not is anyone's judgement, but she cunningly navigates her way and is most happy to do what she loves. She even begins to aspire in her future to become choreographer of the corps de ballet, or at least ballet mistress to teach ballet to the younger generation. Her future seemed bright.

Act ii.

If only, certain people hadn't come into her life that derailed her from her dreams.

It is not long after this that Giselle madly falls in love with a newly arrived lead dancer, Albert. Yet what she does not know is that he is a nobleman in disguise. Their dances are passionate, and it is her best work.

Alas if there was only someone to warn naive girls of such men! However much too late, to Giselle's horror, her lover is exposed to be a nobleman by another dancer named Ilarion. Worse, Albert is also revealed to be engaged to the patroness noblewoman Lady Bathilda.

Knowing they can never be together, the heartbreak to Giselle's weak heart would be enough to make her go mad. Her grief inconsolable when face to face with his deception. 

This catastrophe makes Giselle deathly ill. If fate would, she'd have joined her sisters and betrayed maidens of the true Willis. But fate it would seem had different plans for her.

The conclusion of this act of her life Giselle doesn't speak about. Perhaps there's a newspaper story, or perhaps it's only told by the silent walls of the Opera stage.

Act iii.

Giselle emerges in the 'afterlife' after dedicating nearly all her years to her dancing career.

The ‘Queen Myrtha’ leader of her new 'Willis' was none other than Madame Adrienne de Beaumont, a woman of mystique.

Giselle was just her housekeeper. She became so after losing a bet and debt with Madame, making the grave mistake of not knowing who she really was beforehand. Let alone Madame de Beaumont's other business - her business as a madam.

But it wouldn't be long before the attention Giselle garnered even as a mere maid made her coerced into that other business, with promises of better pay. Pay that Giselle needed. But Giselle would not comply. In fact, every coercion made her more of an unpredictable liability. To make her point, whenever left alone with any of the ‘cochons’ (any one clients sent encouraged to persuade her) were left with bruised egos... or physical bruises.

Fighting back, Giselle had less to lose now. Yes, de Beaumont could have her arrested, but even with bribery it risked investigation into that 'other business'. But where else could Giselle run to? De Beaumont wouldn’t give her a reference to a new house to work as a maid. She could perhaps pick up any other small job or move to a smaller town to teach but had no money, not without that remaining unpaid debt looming she would surely be hunted for.

If she complied with de Beaumont, perhaps there could be a silver lining to it. Giselle found Albert's name was among her clientele ledger, and it could seem the perfect revenge against him to blackmail. But GiGi could not bring herself to do this. Perhaps it was not Albert's life she wanted to protect. Perhaps she would sacrifice her revenge for forgiveness. Protect her own and what remained of her dignity. But still her desire for freedom, if not justice and revenge, was insatiable.

Spitefully, Giselle would climb out of this picadillo one way or another, and so came up with a plan.

Specifically, an escape plan.

Seemingly relenting, Giselle negotiated that if she was going to meet the Madam’s expectations and earnings and pay off the burdening debt without accruing worse interest, she should have no client but one - and only one of her cochons. A more reputable life of a courtesan than a mere tainted dove. De Beaumont surprisingly was amenable.

That fateful night Giselle was to be carted off, her life would never be the same.

She did not know what lay before her. Only perhaps it was better this way back to those lower rungs again. She came from the gamin and gutter, and knew it best to navigate in this dance of survival.

Giselle played along and played the part well for as long as she could, following de Beaumont’s orders and guidance for a successful and pleasurable business venture. Finally, De Beaumont arranged her with an Englishman named Edmund.

Here Giselle enacted her calculated escape. After beckoning the Englishman to the comfort of her room before their departure. For a toast, Giselle insisted. Or rather, ensuring he had enough to drink to impede his full senses. At the opportune last moment, Giselle sprung to the action of attack. She knocked the Englishman unconscious and tied him to a chair, before making a mad dash for the window to flee through the Parisian rooftops.

Fortunately, she managed a successful flight.

Unfortunately, someone had caught on to the odd commotion too quickly and alerted de Beaumont. Giselle had no time to finish changing before Madame de Beaumont's staff could break the door down.

In nothing but her shift, drawers, corset, and with whatever she had in her pockets, Giselle draped the bedsheet over her in some form of makeshift covering and like a runaway fled into the night.

The carriages of de Beaumont and the now conscious Edmund chased after her. Yet the trail ran dry and they could not find her.

Like a ghostly Willi, she had vanished.

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OC Cameo - (Criminal!AU) Madame de Beaumont :: @reverdies ;)

And whom she crosses paths with that night, a certain Jean, again things would never be the same... ;)

[jaillir-des-etincelles]

"I managed to evade you, didn't I? Not entirely an empty-headed princess, wouldn't you agree?" She looked curiously at the knight. "How did you know where to find me?" Giselle knew of Charles' reputation. The maids would whisper by the cauldrons when the young girl snuck down to the kitchens. Like a hound dog. They used to say. He could find anybody. Maybe he could even find who giselle was looking for. If he could assist with the quest that the princess was on...But the small voice in her head cast doubt. Why would one of the most esteemed royal knights entertain this farcical idea? No, she'd have to find this medicine woman by herself. The rumoured nomad moved from dinghy village to village like a spectre. They said she could bring back somebody from the dead. Giselle needed to know whether such a thing could really exist in this world. No one could believe this insanity, of course. More likely a beggar spinning stories, but the girl needed to satisfy herself of that.

With no where else to go, the two found themselves in a shabby room. Charles' insistence that he was to stay by her side had changed her entire demeanour. Gone was the devil-may-care smile, replaced by something more severe. A desperate fervour. With her back to the man, tense and straight, she poured two goblets of mead from the pitcher they'd requested before offering one to the man. "Were my father and mother worried? I imagine they believe I did not want to suffer before the suitors." Or simply out boredom. "You must think I've run away for some silly reason."

Now that he found her, he would be remain by her side until she decided to return to the castle. Or until he found a way to get her there even through protests — whichever came first. He could remember how it had happened when she'd disappeared, wondering how long she'd been planning it for. He still cursed himself for allowing himself to be distracted even for a moment, especially when it resulted in her escape. Her parents hadn't been very happy with their knights, but Charles had been spared from any punishment since he was the one best suited for finding her. Finding people used to be his main calling, though he'd given it up to take his oath as a knight. "I should have known you had something to do with that. You think you're pretty clever, don't you?"

He had tied up his horse out front before following her into the tavern. Brows arched at her suggestion, though he was still getting over the knowledge that there was only one room available. "Please, I'm smarter than I look. The second I take my eyes off you, you're going to disappear again," he said, shaking his head. "No. Like it or not, you're stuck with me"

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[jaes1lvr]

our very sweet escape 𓆹 ﹕ ◝ ◜ ✶ 🪴 ‘ॱ

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[strange-sight]

"Jingles that's great! Justice for the little guys! Oh man, I - wait, oh! Greg! Show her your tattoo!" "What? No--" "--Oh come on." Fawn easily rubbed back, giving the much taller man another shove (to which he again, didn't move at all at). "He has a rat tattoo. It's so cute. He also has three rats! Also very cute - and so talkative. They'd probably be so excited to gossip with you! You know, I bet it's because they're so social in general. Rodents, you know? If they sense a person they can befriend, they won't hesitate." Fawn huffed, glancing to Gregory who was just staring at her with the flattest look he could manage.

"...what?" She huffed, turning back to Giselle. "...are you going to Pride U? Is that where you're studying Beast?"

Isn't It Romantic? | Open

[leaving-fragments]

also mona lisa smile was sooo gay like i cannot believe there was not a single canon lesbian couple in this movie, it was barely subtext

[wmu-cedes]

Mercedes! I don't care what else you're planning to do while we're in Mexico, but we're gonna shake ass and get drunk in some bar together at least one of those nights!

Baby yes. I've already bought one of those obnoxious Stanley cups so that my drink can stay filled while where there. You tel me when you wanna go out and I'm all yours.

[wmustaceevans]

Hey, cutie. I was keeping tabs on stuff during the blackout and I didn't see you kissing anyone. Was my dare too much for you?

I wont lie to you Giselle, I chickened out. Mainly because there was like one person I reeaaallly wanted to kiss but she stunned me. i was gooped. i was gagged. So I went and ran around to find some candy instead. My mistake was going to her first. I should have hit you up first. Would you have let me kiss you Sweet sweet G?.

[hrts2isa]

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[c-amizita]

winter & giselle lockscreens !

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