#w/ Giselle;

[eirwenxmp]

sweet, sweet little lies

[mpxayden]

Giselle never saw this side in her; she wasn’t one to feel compelled to offer acts of kindness, ever. She knew better than anyone not to trust people, and she also knew to only ever trust what she saw. “You’re fucking crazy,” she therefore bursted into a series of chuckles, waving a hand as she turned away with a flick of her hair in the wind, before turning back to stare straight at him with a pointed look. “It’s not a favor, nor an agreement.” This part was where she didn’t want to be looking at him when she spoke, because she might just end up being the one read from front to back. “All your plans, your intentions,” she began, flicking the cigarette butt from her fingertips down the balcony, watching it flitter in the wind. “They’re acts of love.” Love was such a cheap word. People used it and abused it, until the world no longer could define it within a universal meaning, universal feeling. “I wish I had someone who’d do that for me.”

The scowl on Ayden’s face twitched in a thin layer of confusion at Giselle’s alleged insult and the sound of her laugh. 

He blinked, once, twice, intently seeking explanation in her hands’ movement, in the ash of her cigarette, in the gaze that seemed to pierce through his soul. A big gulp of air rushed into Ayden’s lungs when she showed some mercy, letting him know through words the thoughts that were circling her mind. 

At first, he was half convinced that he had stepped into some sort of bizarre trouble, in the form of a Psyche’s daughter who enjoyed smoking and could gain free access to others’ brains with a touch. But it seemed like the universe was trying to prove to him that genuine kindness from strangers still existed, just often hidden behind a deceitful facade. 

“I guess that’s the point of our soul contract, if you ever believe in that. My sister helps me see the future, I help her banish her past, and we both help each other live a better life.”

He stubbed out his cigarette into the small astray on the coffee table, no longer interested in playing around with nicotine puffs. His curious gaze landed back on the side of Giselle’s face, refusing to leave. 

“Since you’ve seen a piece of my mind and accepted it,” he started, the journalist in him was itching to jump out and pull a whole interview. But Ayden refrained from his eagerness, not wanting to make Giselle think that her story would make headlines tomorrow. He leaned slightly backwards, his back facing the sun, elbows resting on top of the balcony, his smile soft like a breath of spring.

“It’ll only fair for me to lend you my ears, don’t you think? Your secrets are safe with me.” 

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

“Whatever,” Giselle waved, letting the other invade the space that was originally hers on that balcony. She liked this cafe, and she’d come early to snag this only table on the tiny balcony. Felt like France here, and perhaps she only let him smoke there and share her space because cigarettes were so… Parisian.

Well, what the fuck did she know about Paris apart from what a spoiled brat who went only for shopping sprees would, anyway?

“Can I have one too, then?” She decided to stick to the Parisian theme, getting up from her seat and approaching, pushing her newly-colored dark blonde locks behind her shoulder.

[lvioung]

　　　　　　　　　　　Strawberries　　 &　　 Cigarettes.

[mafleur]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚⏤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦.

no alto daquela caverna, bem no topo, havia uma passagem estreita por onde um caloroso raio de sol penetrava, iluminando uma única flor que ali havia florescido.

[meladores]

you are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen @miniepsds

[a-state-of-bliss]

W Magazine June 1999 - Gisele Bundchen by Michael Thompson

[facefullofsadness]

insanely designer!aeri coded

first photo is eating her out, having her laying back against her desk, relaxing against ur tongue after being stressed w work all day, letting you help her get rid of her worries in her office 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

(second photo is js hot; end of notes)

(also this entire photoshoot is so.... 🫠 saving the flowers in a sweater pics for future fic though, but the uhm, lack of bra is quite intriguing!!! I'm totally normal about her and these pics!!!)

[zegalba]

Gisele Bundchen for W Magazine (2001) Photography: Michael Thompson

[elfyourmother]

the fruits of peace

[dumpitos]

random 🎨 icons; like if save or use

[larvitas]

🪦

[eirwenxmp]

✯ Sᑘᘻᘻᘿᖇ ᘜᗩᒪᗩ 2023 ✯

For her first summer gala in Mount Phoenix, Eirwen goes moderately bold. Designed and crafted by talented hands of For the Fairest, her black and blue gown is inspired by the set of sapphire necklace, ring and earings that she is wearing to the event. Accompanying Eirwen is her Gigi @mpxgiselle - the sponsor of her bakery chains, the pain of her butt and the gifter of the aforementioned jewelry set. She is anticipating lots of fun, new friends, and probably chance to promote her bakery at the gala.

[ohhalazia]

WHERE DID WE COME FROM?

[feminineflavors]

@GiselleMontes18 (on left)

🍭🍬🥮

[orangadore]

[redlyriumidol]

forgot i had this little pavellan sketch knocking about. anyway i love their flirty era