#giodmarco

[alystudor]

@giodmarco​

He looked so familiar to her. He had kind eyes. A familiar twinkle about them, and for the longest time, she hadn’t been able to place it. But the way he laughed and his smile had haunted her. She had dwelled on who he could possibly be for days since she first discovered him in Khatanga, and then, as she lay in bed wide awake, it hit her...Italy. He was the ambassador for the Italian government. Giovanni De Marco. He had shown her brother, his fiancé, Alys, and her fiancé around. Had told them of the best cuisine and sights to see. He was kind to them, but he was followed by a shadow, at least in her eyes, that would linger every where he went now that she had recognized him.

“Excuse me. Your name, is it Giovanni? Were you an ambassador in Italy not too long ago?” Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She longed to know more about this man, if only to cling to the last good memories she had of her brother, all while trying to stave off the worst one of all. She knew he probably didn’t have answers to her brother’s last moments. Something she hadn’t cared to know anyways. But she did want to hear anything about Alwyn that he could remember. And maybe, just maybe, to find a friendship, or at least connection, to someone who knew her brother and was currently residing in the middle of a frozen hell she didn’t particularly want to be at.

[aurorawalker]

💫 a late night text (Gio)

💫 a late night text.

text ;; gio: i download an app to mashed up some music. text ;; gio: want to help me figuring it out? i lowkey suck at apps.

@giodmarco

[axelle-cappelletti]

@giodmarco​

Axelle woke up a little late in the morning and cursed when she forgot that she needed to do some shopping for Christmas since it would be coming up soon. Getting dressed in warm clothes, she headed down to the kitchens first to grab a bite to eat before going to where the guards normally hung out off duty. She always felt bad about asking them to escort her to the village, and would usually make it up by buying them some snacks or sweets while shopping around.  When she got to their usual hangout, she noticed Gio there and gave him a smile. “Hey Gio, do you think that you can escort me to the village today? Sorry it’s such late notice,” she replies and taps her fingers against her forearms out of a nervous habit, which he was probably used to already. “I-I just need to do a bit of Christmas shopping so I dont get stuck doing it last minute, b-but I’ll make it up to you,” she says to him and clears her throat. 

[andyghaziri]

“I am completely stumped, if I’m being frank with you,” she huffed as she tossed down her napkin and looked at the unfortunate soul that got saddled with sitting next to her for dinner when she was in one of these moods. Andréa looked down at the sudoku puzzle she had been working on while eating, “I was pretty sure I had this down pat, the forst four were a synch, but I can’t figure this one out. You look like an attractive yet intelligent man, perhaps you can help me?”

@giodmarco

[ladyamela]

[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. (From Gio)

(text): Best offer I’ve gotten all night

(text): Or not but it is the only one I’m going to take.

[forgottenjosie]

🍸 (Gio)

🍸  FOR A DRUNK TEXT

[Text]: walking straight is spppp hard[Text]: mybe if i clpse my eyes[Text]: whrrr did ypu gp

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[huntercrawfcrd]

@giodmarco​

The Canadian prince. It had to be the Canadian. Gio sighed softly as the other answered him, the voice instantly recognizable. It wasn’t as if the two had interacted before but ever since the announcement of Mia’s engagement to him the Italian had tried to keep an eye and an ear out for the man despite not wanting to know him at all. He seemed like a nice guy but Gio couldn’t help his slight irritation. “Right, I’m sure you can’t see from all the way over there.”

A nearby rag was picked up from one of the counters and he did his best to determine whether it was clean or not but something was better than nothing right now. Wincing, he placed it against the wound that had been formed before he took a breath and continued. “Careful of the walls, it seems the avalanche might have shaken some things out of place. You see any first aid kits just let me know.”

It was a good thing that Hunter wasn't fazed by much. Or that he seemed to miss most social cues. Although, given the circumstances, no one would blame anyone else for sour comments. How could they? And the man was right. He couldn't see from his vantage point. He doubted he would be able to see it if he was standing right next to him, and it was when something occurred to him. "Okay, hold on," he outstretched a hand in a motion for him to remain still, even though it was pointless.

Fumbling through the bag that slung across his torso, one could hear a rustling sound and pieces clicking into place. "No medical kit," from his examinations thus far. "But I've found something that might help," it was a shame they might have to use the bottle of whiskey for something like this, but alcohol was still a great antiseptic if that's what he needed. Soon, a light flashed across the room and the shutter of Hunter's camera made a sound. Then, they were engulfed by darkness once more, except for the small screen on Hunter's hand. "You'll... Definitely want the whiskey," he announced after checking the picture.

[ofbuchananisms]

open starter for group 1: @miaadley || @giodmarco || @saigepattel​ || @huntercrawfcrd​

Okay, think. How can we keep warm?

Poppy’s mind raced as she paced through the small chocolate shop. Phone lines were down and the sunlight was going to do little for the subzero temperatures and thawing out the snow enough to get out. There wouldn’t be enough salt to dig them out and it was entirely likely the palace was aware of the problem. If royalty was stranded all over, then priority number one would be to pave the way to town. 

The generator could work for a short time, but with the fumes, it was a deadly disaster waiting to happen. Carbon monoxide poisoning wasn’t a joke. 

“I think we can make a fire if we have some metal bowls to keep it in. Add some wood chips from the pile just inside in the back and some paper from one of the offices. Would you mind helping me?” 

[bccbaldacchino]

@giodmarco​

The movie night hadn’t been his cup of tea so far as horror movies weren’t really his thing. But he’d come to keep an eye on things, Mia mostly, and had chosen a blanket not too far away from the princess and her friends so that she could have her privacy. The first movie had kept him bored, the guard mostly focusing on the popcorn in hand until he’d run out, but the one that was currently on the screen wasn’t bad. It certainly kept his attention. The familiar voice wasn’t even enough to make him look up. That was until she effectively gave away the ending thus ruining the rest of the film playing on the screen. “Dammit, Bee, why do you always do that?”

A moment later Gio realized that the girl was actually there, now sitting next to him, and his head jerked in her direction. “Bee? What are you…what are you doing here?” Could this really have been a surprise though? After all, it was Bee’s father that had given Gio the information about the fortress in the first place. The shock came with having one of his oldest friends so close to the people he had worked so hard to keep out of his personal life, and that friend being considered one of the biggest gossips he had ever met. “Oh shit….”

Bee heard her nickname coming from a voice she knew entirely too well. She should have noticed him before. Bee chuckled and plopped down next to her old friend without waiting for permission. "You know I don't do it on purpose, Gio," she defended herself and her ways. Unlike what Gio might have thought, Bee didn't walk around wondering what she might say to ruin someone's pastime. "They just crawl out of my mouth before I realize what I'm saying. Besides, we have already watched this movie two hundred times when we were kids. It's not news to you!"

Bee grabbed a handful of popcorn, and her blue eyes moved over to him. "After Leo, Axelle, and Aurora all left Italy, there wasn't much to do there," she admitted, eating her snack. "So I applied here. And they hired me!" She was enthusiastic until his last sentence rang in her ears. "Oh, I'm sorry for assuming you'd enjoy seeing me after our long hiatus," she snorted. The comment stung just a little. Especially considering how close her family and his family had been while growing up. But Gio had been distant even before he left.

[fromdusk-toausra]

@giodmarco​

It had taken Ausra nearly all day to get ready for the fashion show she’d promised Gio. Not because she had to look perfect, though she absolutely did, but because the damn dress weighed twice what she did and getting into it was an endeavor. She’d even had to ask a maid for help, which sparked questions about why she needed to put on such an extravagant look. Thankfully though she’d easily brushed them off by simply saying she needed opinions and advice on the outfit. By the look that the maid tried to keep hidden from her, Ausra could tell she felt the same way about the over the top gown that the princess did. How people wore these kinds of things for hours on end was beyond her. Still, she’d promised him, and so, she was doing it. Complete with nails, make-up, hair extensions, and even her tiara. 

It seemed like she finally had time to rest, plopped down in the middle of her floor, skirts spread out around her because she couldn’t fit on any sort of chair, she mindlessly played a game on her phone until a knock came from the door. “It’s open,” she called, not sure she had the will to stand and lift the dress quite yet. A grin spread on her face as the door opened and she looked up to see Gio. “You’re going to have to help me up, I don’t think even my powerful thighs are enough to lift this thing. ...Or you could just stand there and let me admire you from the floor, I’m okay with that too,” she added, kneading her bottom lip as she looked him over. [xxx]

[widcwed-rasa]

@giodmarco​

The silent agreement of the woman’s hand slipping into his own was all he needed to lead her onto the dance floor, a smirk pulling at his lips as he gently pulled her close to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. He wasn’t always the best dancer and Gio usually preferred something less formal, but the man had picked up a few tricks over the years after working for so long with royals and the people who led their armies. There was something about the girl, though. Something that seemed so familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place her especially since she hadn’t said anything. “Have we met? I get this odd feeling that I know you somehow.” He was telling the truth but the sudden realization that his words could be taken as a ‘line’ hit him. He did nothing to correct it though. If she wanted to take it that way he certainly wouldn’t mind, especially if it brought out a flirtatious side of the girl. 

Rasa set her right hand over the man's left shoulder and clasped their hands together in a dancing stance. They swayed with the music, and although the Lithuanian tried to relax, the shoes biting into her feet left her tense. She closed her eyes, firmly willing herself to continue until his question rang in her ears and she moved her head to face him. The man had expressive brown eyes behind the mask in a somewhat fair complexion with what seemed like a dark shade of brown hair. It wasn't impossible for their paths to have crossed before, though it was hard for Rasa to tell. "I don't know," she admitted with a shake of her head. "Knowing me, we might have slept together down at some point," she offered a nearly contrite shrug. "There's a lot about the past seven years I don't remember," she mused, though it wasn't an acknowledgment that troubled her in the least.

[klcusvonbulow]

@giodmarco​

He was in his element. Giovanni had never been one for the fancy things in life and had never wanted for anything that resembled high class, unless the girls counted, but during this so-called celebration as he took in a night in a Royals shoes, he could see how the lifestyle could appeal to certain people. He still wouldn’t choose to do this all the time but there was something magical going on in that ballroom and not even he could deny it.

How he had gotten the night off was a mystery to him. Or maybe Alexander was just hoping to integrate some of the guards so that they could be around if something happened but still give the illusion that they weren’t there. Either way he was happy to move through the different entertainment that had been offered for the evening while eating his weight in canapes. But there came a point where exhaustion was starting to hit after he’d danced for at least forty-five minutes straight, different partners winding in an out of his arms in between songs. He needed to rest up for a second wind. So, he found himself off to the side with a cocktail in hand while he took in the rest of the guests, almost scanning the place as if he were on duty.

“You could say that again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.” Sure, he’d been invited to dinners when he’d visited other countries with his job but never had he been invited to a ball, much less a masquerade. Recognizing the voice as his fellow guard’s, Gio grinned over at the man. “How much do you think they spent on this? Enough to feed a country?”

Downing the contents of his drink, Klaus thought about the question and his mind raced through the math, adding up average prices as the idea of a budget began shaping up. As someone who had struggled through part of his life, he had a rough idea of how much it might take to purchase the items to make the canapes, to stock the seemingly endless rows of shelves with beverages, flower arrangements, tablecloths, candelabra. The list grew inside his brain, only contemplating cheap things he might have had access to. This party was the very definition of ostentation, where one would see only the créme de la créme. After deliberating, Klaus finally shook his head and admitted defeat. "On a quick survey, I would say it could fit a small country for a year, at least," he mentioned. "Without even factoring in the attractions hired for entertainment and clothing, because I'm sure the clothes we're wearing didn't happen out of the goodness of the seamstresses hearts," he drew another negative gesture. Even if they had agreed to work for free, they would still have to acquire fabrics, threads, needles, and other tiny technicalities Klaus couldn't pretend to fathom.

Finally, he took his time to analyze the fellow guard and regarded him with a smile. Judging by the sheen layer of sweat in Gio's face, it appeared he was taking advantage of all the evening had to offer. "Looks like someone's having a good time," he pointed out.

[sahir-al-nahyan]

Beep (Matty, Sari,Gio, Alexi, or Rosa)

A wrong number text → @giodmarco

[TEXT]: Internet is being shit again and I’m bored. Are you in your room? I’m thinking about paying you a visit, dear. Clothing optional. [TEXT]: Oops, hey Gio. [TEXT]: I mean...same offer?

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

[auroracappelletti]

Beep (Matty, Sari,Gio, Alexi, or Rosa)

Gio: Random Number: 14 (A text that wasn’t sent)

Aurora: I’m struggling... I want to tell you what’s going on in my head, but I’m scared to even say it out loud, let alone to another person. (DRAFT)

@giodmarco

[sereniisms]

☆ ---Gio

His first night off in quite some time was being spent drowning himself in aged bourbon. He usually would work through his problems by running, the activity allowing him to think more clearly, but tonight the goal was to forget everything and just relax. Alcohol cleared his mind, allowed him not to think, and tonight he was grateful for that. But a voice pulled him out of his mindless stupor and that blank stare turned curious as he turned to look at whoever was calling to him. “It happens sometimes. Bad pay weeks are a common thing in the village and a lot of people can’t afford multiple nights out. Fridays are probably your best bet for a rambunctious crowd.” Recognizing the guard in the corner, he raised a hand to wave at him before his attention was brought back to the princess. “Wales, right? Seren…if I’m not mistaken. Pretty name.”

A pout took over Serens features at his mention of the villages money issues. She didn’t care about that though, only that it effected her ability to have a good time. “How inconvenient,” She hardly acknowledged the young man who brought her drink, taking it from the spot he’d set it down on the table and raising it to her lips. She stopped when he mentioned her home country and gave a smirk at the compliment paid to her. “Very observant, I see. And you’re Gio. My cousin just raves about your service.” It may have been an exaggeration but this was potential for conversation, something she lacked since arriving. “Come and sit, I could someone to wallow in my sorrows with.”

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[madlenakovacic]

Jack O'Lantern: For a drabble of our muses carving Jack O'Lanterns (Matty, Sari, Alexi, or Gio)

~ ft. giovanni

Her green eyes were narrowed spitefully as she peered at the curly-haired Italian. Her action of stabbing the top of the pumpkin by the stem with a knife hadn't stopped, despite her gaze refusing to part from the guard. And the silence...the silence didn’t help the situation either as the Croatian sat there on the ground across from Gio and adjacent to the abandoned pumpkin and knife where Mia’s place was beside Madlena. Had it be up to her, Mia wouldn’t have been the one to go find cookies but Gio would have brought back the wrong type that didn’t have the chocolate sprinkles, and then Madlena would have also had to abandon her pumpkin in search of them...it would have been an ordeal. No, this was much better...one final stab of the orange pumpkin flesh, and the knife was pulled along with the top of the pumpkin which Madlena flung towards the guard. With the tip of the knife as a pointer stick, she directed his attention toward his own untouched pumpkin. “I want M and M carved in that with a heart around it and then write ‘ friends don’t lie but boys do because they suck. ’ ” She stated nonchalantly as the blade of the knife was plunged into the side of the pumpkin where the eye would be carved. She wasn’t so delicate with the sharp object. “Then give it to me and I’ll write your Croatian name on it. Understand?”  

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