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-…-she narrows her eyes, slightly, her arms at the side of her hips, arrogantly- Hallo- she greets, quick, coldly polite.
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Viveka knocked softly the door of Giselle’s house. Crossing her arms on her chest, she stood there, trying to keep patient. She was angry with Giselle; angry for leaving her for months, alone, without barely knowing anything from her; angry for missing her birthday, all the important dates in her life; angry because she thought she would never come back, and she had to deal with everyone’s ‘I told you so’. But still, she couldn’t be angry with her for too long. Because she was happy. Happy to have her again with her.
“Giselle? Are you at home?”
The knocks last a couple of minutes for her to realise of them. She has been half sleeping over the sofa, the slight heat of midday tiring her. There have been confusing days, lately; her return of Berlin… Viv’s anger. She sights, standing up, and stepping to the door. She understands her, she understands her so well… But somehow she expects to be given the apologize she doesn’t deserve. Widening a little her eyes when she notices her figure out, she kicks a brow.
-…Hallo
“… hallo.” she replied back, raising an eyebrow. She wanted to act like she didn’t care, like she could go away from there anytime she wanted, but the truth was that she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t. Sighing, she wrapped her arms around the other’s neck, pressing her lips softly against Giselle’s. After a few seconds, she took her distance, letting her arms fall on her sides again. “Don’t think I’m not still angry.” she warned. “I still want to hear a reasonable explanation for your absence.”
Now she’s surprised. Kicking both of her brows back, a little blush appears on her cheeks because of the sudden kiss. She observs the austrian a little closely, thinking in that the other doesn’t have changed so much, afterall. She expected that question, of course. She only could hope to be believed. Giving her a little smile, she makes a movement with the arm, pointing down to the corridor.
-… Wanna come in? That’d be awesome- she offers, a little awkwardly.
@Giselle
Viveka knocked softly the door of Giselle’s house. Crossing her arms on her chest, she stood there, trying to keep patient. She was angry with Giselle; angry for leaving her for months, alone, without barely knowing anything from her; angry for missing her birthday, all the important dates in her life; angry because she thought she would never come back, and she had to deal with everyone’s ‘I told you so’. But still, she couldn’t be angry with her for too long. Because she was happy. Happy to have her again with her.
“Giselle? Are you at home?”
The knocks last a couple of minutes for her to realise of them. She has been half sleeping over the sofa, the slight heat of midday tiring her. There have been confusing days, lately; her return of Berlin… Viv’s anger. She sights, standing up, and stepping to the door. She understands her, she understands her so well… But somehow she expects to be given the apologize she doesn’t deserve. Widening a little her eyes when she notices her figure out, she kicks a brow.
-…Hallo
proudprussianmocker replied to your post: She knocks at her door, grabbing a chocolate bag in her hands, packed in a beautiful color copiying the austrian flag She’s pretty nervous.
*She puts the chocolate bag over her hands, expecting the reaction but trying to make it up* Tut mir leid, sweetie. *she pecs her lips, slightly*She stepped back, groaning in frustation when the other girl kissed. “N-nein! You are… YOU DISAPPEARED. FOR MONTHS. And you expect me to be here like anything happened?!” she yelled, throwing the bag back to her.
She rolls her eyes, quietly hurted by her words, trying to have patience with her.
-I…I… I had things to do. Und Ich bin…-not being able to continue, not being able to find a good excuse she ends up with a- Oh Gott, I’m so s-sorry.
“You missed my birthday. My birthday, Giselle.” she groaned, her voice shaking. “You didn’t even leave me a message. Do you know how I felt? How I felt when everyone told me to forget about y-you because you… you… you were not going to come back?” she murmured, her eyes suddenly really interested in her shoes.
Feeling her cheeks burn in embarrasment, she approaches, doubtly, feeling her voice trembling a little.
-Aber… I didn’t know if I were going to be able to come back. Truthfully.
She looked at her, suddenly really angry again. “WHY?! YOU SEE?! This is what I was referring to. What if you never came back?! I would have been here, ages, waiting for you!!”
-… I-I’ve never pretend you to get worried because of me! I didn’t think… -she passes a hand throught her face, getting so nervous, her voice getting so doubtly- I wasn’t expecting… I thought you’d move on -she apparts her look- I… tut mire laid, Viv, can’t imagine how much sorry I am.
*She puts the chocolate bag over her hands, expecting the reaction but trying to make it up* Tut mir leid, sweetie. *she pecs her lips, slightly*She stepped back, groaning in frustation when the other girl kissed. “N-nein! You are… YOU DISAPPEARED. FOR MONTHS. And you expect me to be here like anything happened?!” she yelled, throwing the bag back to her.
She rolls her eyes, quietly hurted by her words, trying to have patience with her.
-I…I… I had things to do. Und Ich bin…-not being able to continue, not being able to find a good excuse she ends up with a- Oh Gott, I’m so s-sorry.
“You missed my birthday. My birthday, Giselle.” she groaned, her voice shaking. “You didn’t even leave me a message. Do you know how I felt? How I felt when everyone told me to forget about y-you because you… you… you were not going to come back?” she murmured, her eyes suddenly really interested in her shoes.
Feeling her cheeks burn in embarrasment, she approaches, doubtly, feeling her voice trembling a little.
-Aber… I didn’t know if I were going to be able to come back. Truthfully.
*She puts the chocolate bag over her hands, expecting the reaction but trying to make it up* Tut mir leid, sweetie. *she pecs her lips, slightly*She stepped back, groaning in frustation when the other girl kissed. “N-nein! You are… YOU DISAPPEARED. FOR MONTHS. And you expect me to be here like anything happened?!” she yelled, throwing the bag back to her.
She rolls her eyes, quietly hurted by her words, trying to have patience with her.
-I…I… I had things to do. Und Ich bin…-not being able to continue, not being able to find a good excuse she ends up with a- Oh Gott, I’m so s-sorry.
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* He crossed his arms, looking away and not sure what to say. Not that he wanted to say something. He actually wanted to leave and be alone for some time after THAT. But he could stand some more minutes. *
* Nothing that cigarettes couldn’t fix. And he searched for some in his pocked. And found them *
The mocking smirk gets a little tirant, turning into a long sight. She rolls her eyes, softening as she can, a little her tone.
-…You know I was just joking, don’t you? -she hesiatately says.
* He took a drag from the cigarette he just lightened, looking away to the buildings (?) *
- ‘Course. * He lied *
Noticing the lie, she pats slightly his shoulder saying a little ”Oh, come on… ” with a smile to make up. Sighing again, she ends up deciding to change the issue of the conversation, in order to forget it.
-Und… how have you been lately? England must be nice nowadays…
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* Grins * Well hello there, beauty…
-…Hallo? Awesome to meet you too! -she tilts his head to the side, curious, giving him a smile- I’m Giselle. Also known as the great nation of Prussia- the smile turns slightly cocky, not serious- Und du?
* He bowed his head, smiling * You can call me James.
-Mmmmm… an english, ja? -she seems pensive for a moment, her hands putted on her hips, an elegant movement- I knew that your face rang me a bell -she chuckles a little.
* He pouted a bit, still watching her body. Every single movement and every single curve * There’s nothing wrong with my face…
-I didn’t say such a thing. It just… too much time with english to not recognise one when I have him in front of m…- a slight blush coming to her face as she notices his check, she approaches a little, taking his chin, upping it till their looks match- Ey, I’m up, here, ja? -she makes the other notice, half-joking.
Hm? * He suddenly widened his eyes, as if “waking up” from his thoughts, then smirked * Sorry for that.
You don’t seem German at all… * He suddenly says, without even thinking about his words *
She raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised, and she looks down to her body, as just to check if there’s something wrong with it. She makes a face, as she looks back to him, pulling away a little.
-…Dunno where you got teached, kid, aber, gut, actually, I’m german.
* He bit his lips * … I wasn’t supposed to say that. Forget it. I wanted to say you were nice.
* He shook his head * Not that Germans aren’t nice oh my God what am I doing…
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, biting her lower lip to not chuckle at the other’s confussion, a little try to prettend that she’s annoyed just for tease.
-Come on, lad, think before speaking. You’ll seem nicier.
* He grunted lowly. Of course he had some reasons but mentioning that would only make things worse. No. He could think before acting pretty well most of the times * Forgive me.
She can’t help but chuckling a little at him, hearing his words, patting slightly his shoulder, in a joking manner.
-You know, I wasn’t about to kill you neither… All people have mistakes -she doubts a moment before adding- you seem nice too…
* He frowned a bit…… A lot. *
Thanks… But… The killing part… What was that again?
-I meant that it wasn’t such a big offense...-she explains, a bit like he’s explaying it to a little kid. Then, she tries to soften her words, making up a little smile, thought her cheeks are still slightly red- Despite of all, I’ve just… well, ”just„ -she puts on air the quotation marks- being german some years. Before it, I was prussian, thing much more awesome…
* He breathed slowly, calming down *
Got it.
It was no offense, actually… I just act retarded sometimes. * Smirks *
-You really got scared because of that? -she asks, unbelieable, her voice slowly addopting a mocking tone- Such a weaker that you are, so -she half jokes, teasing- I expected something more from an english… kesesese
* He crossed his arms, looking away and not sure what to say. Not that he wanted to say something. He actually wanted to leave and be alone for some time after THAT. But he could stand some more minutes. *
* Nothing that cigarettes couldn’t fix. And he searched for some in his pocked. And found them *
The mocking smirk gets a little tirant, turning into a long sight. She rolls her eyes, softening as she can, a little her tone.
-…You know I was just joking, don’t you? -she hesiatately says.
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* Grins * Well hello there, beauty…
-…Hallo? Awesome to meet you too! -she tilts his head to the side, curious, giving him a smile- I’m Giselle. Also known as the great nation of Prussia- the smile turns slightly cocky, not serious- Und du?
* He bowed his head, smiling * You can call me James.
-Mmmmm… an english, ja? -she seems pensive for a moment, her hands putted on her hips, an elegant movement- I knew that your face rang me a bell -she chuckles a little.
* He pouted a bit, still watching her body. Every single movement and every single curve * There’s nothing wrong with my face…
-I didn’t say such a thing. It just… too much time with english to not recognise one when I have him in front of m…- a slight blush coming to her face as she notices his check, she approaches a little, taking his chin, upping it till their looks match- Ey, I’m up, here, ja? -she makes the other notice, half-joking.
Hm? * He suddenly widened his eyes, as if “waking up” from his thoughts, then smirked * Sorry for that.
You don’t seem German at all… * He suddenly says, without even thinking about his words *
She raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised, and she looks down to her body, as just to check if there’s something wrong with it. She makes a face, as she looks back to him, pulling away a little.
-…Dunno where you got teached, kid, aber, gut, actually, I’m german.
* He bit his lips * … I wasn’t supposed to say that. Forget it. I wanted to say you were nice.
* He shook his head * Not that Germans aren’t nice oh my God what am I doing…
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, biting her lower lip to not chuckle at the other’s confussion, a little try to prettend that she’s annoyed just for tease.
-Come on, lad, think before speaking. You’ll seem nicier.
* He grunted lowly. Of course he had some reasons but mentioning that would only make things worse. No. He could think before acting pretty well most of the times * Forgive me.
She can’t help but chuckling a little at him, hearing his words, patting slightly his shoulder, in a joking manner.
-You know, I wasn’t about to kill you neither… All people have mistakes -she doubts a moment before adding- you seem nice too…
* He frowned a bit…… A lot. *
Thanks… But… The killing part… What was that again?
-I meant that it wasn’t such a big offense...-she explains, a bit like he’s explaying it to a little kid. Then, she tries to soften her words, making up a little smile, thought her cheeks are still slightly red- Despite of all, I’ve just… well, ”just„ -she puts on air the quotation marks- being german some years. Before it, I was prussian, thing much more awesome…
* He breathed slowly, calming down *
Got it.
It was no offense, actually… I just act retarded sometimes. * Smirks *
-You really got scared because of that? -she asks, unbelieable, her voice slowly addopting a mocking tone- Such a weaker that you are, so -she half jokes, teasing- I expected something more from an english… kesesese
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* Grins * Well hello there, beauty…
-…Hallo? Awesome to meet you too! -she tilts his head to the side, curious, giving him a smile- I’m Giselle. Also known as the great nation of Prussia- the smile turns slightly cocky, not serious- Und du?
* He bowed his head, smiling * You can call me James.
-Mmmmm… an english, ja? -she seems pensive for a moment, her hands putted on her hips, an elegant movement- I knew that your face rang me a bell -she chuckles a little.
* He pouted a bit, still watching her body. Every single movement and every single curve * There’s nothing wrong with my face…
-I didn’t say such a thing. It just… too much time with english to not recognise one when I have him in front of m…- a slight blush coming to her face as she notices his check, she approaches a little, taking his chin, upping it till their looks match- Ey, I’m up, here, ja? -she makes the other notice, half-joking.
Hm? * He suddenly widened his eyes, as if “waking up” from his thoughts, then smirked * Sorry for that.
You don’t seem German at all… * He suddenly says, without even thinking about his words *
She raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised, and she looks down to her body, as just to check if there’s something wrong with it. She makes a face, as she looks back to him, pulling away a little.
-…Dunno where you got teached, kid, aber, gut, actually, I’m german.
* He bit his lips * … I wasn’t supposed to say that. Forget it. I wanted to say you were nice.
* He shook his head * Not that Germans aren’t nice oh my God what am I doing…
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, biting her lower lip to not chuckle at the other’s confussion, a little try to prettend that she’s annoyed just for tease.
-Come on, lad, think before speaking. You’ll seem nicier.
* He grunted lowly. Of course he had some reasons but mentioning that would only make things worse. No. He could think before acting pretty well most of the times * Forgive me.
She can’t help but chuckling a little at him, hearing his words, patting slightly his shoulder, in a joking manner.
-You know, I wasn’t about to kill you neither… All people have mistakes -she doubts a moment before adding- you seem nice too…
* He frowned a bit…… A lot. *
Thanks… But… The killing part… What was that again?
-I meant that it wasn’t such a big offense...-she explains, a bit like he’s explaying it to a little kid. Then, she tries to soften her words, making up a little smile, thought her cheeks are still slightly red- Despite of all, I’ve just… well, ”just„ -she puts on air the quotation marks- being german some years. Before it, I was prussian, thing much more awesome…
(Source: getoutofmygoddamncity)
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Hallo, Leute!
I´m Giselle, the awesome nation of Prussia!! I´m a really kick-ass and I´d looove to seize your vital regions... *puppy eyes* even you want it or not. e____e
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Hallo, Leute!
I´m Giselle, the awesome nation of Prussia!! I´m a really kick-ass and I´d looove to seize your vital regions... *puppy eyes* even you want it or not. e____e
Follow me and I´ll be gentle!! kesesese. xDDD
Personal account: littlecampbells.tumblr.com
