#lagarrote

Send me “INTERRUPTION” I’ll randomly generate a number to see how your muse interrupts mine!

18. Your muse walks in on mine watching porn

A secure internet connection had only recently been established in the house and, of course, it was Emma’s duty to see how the outside world was reacting to the recent events. It was supposedly to calculate when would be the right time to make their next move, but she couldn’t help but read up on what these news articles had written about her — often scoffing at their misconceptions. It was easy for Emma’s mind to wander when there was very little going on around the house, especially during the day when there was no need for all the occupants to be in one room. Emma in particular liked to keep herself away from most of the family.

☎ : For a drunk phone call.

"Giselle, I really— really, really…really miss you. I— Mark, shh please, I’m on the phone—" there is muffled background speech from Mark, before she can hear Luke’s voice again, "—with Giselle. Giselle, Mark says hi and he misses you too. When are you coming back? Giselle, when. When. Giselle. Wow I think I’m a little drunk right now. I’ve gotta go, just come home soon okay?"

∞ : A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

German was a language that Giselle didn’t know, and it was a language that Luke would switch into when he’d flirt without wanting her to know he was flirting. "Du bist so schön. Deine Lippen sind eine Versuchung. Weißt du, was du mit mir machst?" And it worked wonders to frustrate Giselle as well as tickle Luke pink. Until Giselle learned German.

♛ : King Luke

"You know,’ Luke whispers as he stands behind Giselle, ‘I’m rather getting used to this whole…king idea." He places his hands on her shoulders and presses his face into her hair. Breathing in the scent of her shampoo and daily perfume choice, he focuses on that more subtle smell— the smell of her skin, peppered with sun. The way sunshine smells on her skin is intoxicating, to say the very least.Moving his hands down her slender arms, he grips her wrists and lifts one of her hands up to press a kiss against her palm. “There is one problem though…I don’t seem to have a queen. Every king needs a queen, you know?” Nuzzling into her hair again, he sighs out against her ear peacefully. "Soyez ma reine, ma Giselle."

✦:My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?

"Si vous n’étiez pas venu quand vous avez fait, je l’aurais … Eh bien, je vous remercie. Je ne sais pas comment je peux jamais vous rembourser."

Who’s the messiest one:

Luke, but neither of them are that bad. He has a habit of throwing his clothes everywhere, but other than that he’s a rather tidy beastie. 

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA:

Giselle would have to win by default, because Luke likes the idea of an audience. He’s fond of showing off his possessions.

Who’s the funniest drunk:

"Definitely Giselle. Get half a bottle of french wine into her and she is a sight."

Who texts the most:

Definitely Luke. He needs constant attention.

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

Neither of them, unless it’s embarrassing that a grown ass man still listens to disney soundtracks. Then yeah, Luke.

Who reads the most:

Giselle. Out of the two twins, Mark is the bookworm— though Luke never turns down an interesting read.

Who’s better with kids:

GIselle. She’s a woman, and most women have at least a few maternal instincts.

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house:

Giselle is probably decent at fixing a few things, but Luke will toss a broken thing out and buy another. He has no patience for busted things.

Who’s got the weirdest hobby:

"Is being French considered a hobby? If so, Giselle." Luke grins, making no sense what so ever— but he thinks he’s funny, so.

Who cooks and who cleans up:

Giselle rolls her eyes before looking over her shoulder at Luke, but she’s grinning right back. She can read his tone. He’s teasing her, obviously. She turns back to the mirror, straightening her clothes. “Je ne veux pas avoir du sang sur mes beaux vêtements, Luke.” She doesn’t like it either. She prefers loose and flowing clothes. Nice, but comfortable. She likes to look lovely. Maybe for someone… “Je ne voudrais pas gâcher ce chemisier vous aimez …”