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Post by Gabrielle Russo on Jan 21, 2023 9:58:58 GMT -5
swimsuit . sunglasses
Being back in Spain for part of the summer was not something Gabby had envisioned the previous year, but she certainly was glad that it had happened. For one thing, the fact that she was terrified of flying had at some point come up with Sebastien, and he'd convinced her she should talk to a doctor about getting something to ease the stress when she flew, which had been Godsent. Whatever the medication hadn't helped with, he had compensated for, and she could honestly say it had been the best flight she'd ever taken. Seeing Manny again had also been really fun, and just in general she had found herself enjoying the experience a lot more from being more secure in her relationship and its future. They had arrived to the family home a couple of weeks ago, joining the rest of the family, and they had two more weeks before they'd be flying back to the States to visit her own family in Kansas City, so she was in that comfortable spot of being well settled in and knowing there was still plenty of time to enjoy it all before they had to leave.
It had felt a bit more quiet since Charlotte's recent departure, which was a bit odd as the younger girl was actually on the quiet side for the most part, but she certainly had a gift for ensuring no conversation she participated in was boring. Today was even more so, as her boyfriend's moms had taken Eliza to the city to do some shopping, as the young girl kept springing up and outgrowing her clothes. For their part, Gabby and Sebastien had elected to stay at the house, where they were currently lounging by the pool in the backyard. He was being somewhat productive, idly sketching what she assumed to be bits and pieces of various designs going through his mind, but she was happy to just lay in the sun, confident in the fact that she had conscientiously applied sunscreen, soaking in the warmth.
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Post by Sebastien Hundt-Rivero on Aug 26, 2023 13:16:27 GMT -5
There was a peace to the house in Spain that Sebastien didn't have at home in New York, nor even at the beach house in North Carolina. Maybe it was the knowledge that most of the real world seemed further away here, or maybe it was just that the property was set up in a way that gave a bit more privacy. Either way, Sebastien was happy as he sat by the pool, sketching out a few different design ideas that had been bouncing around in his head. Things were quieter than usual right now, with his family gone for the day and Charlotte having left all together for her trip around Europe, leaving just him and Gabby to themselves. He glanced over at his girlfriend, smiling a little as he did at how relaxed she looked and at the telltale sheen of sunscreen on her skin. He'd put on some himself, because he didn't want to burn, but already he'd developed a tan from his time in the country. Maybe he should design her a coverup that would help with the sun but would be lightweight enough that it wouldn't be hot. Maybe he could do a whole swimwear collection. "What do you think about high waisted bikinis?" he asked, trying to imagine what she'd look like in one.
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Post by Gabrielle Russo on Aug 26, 2023 16:01:12 GMT -5
It was fairly rare that Gabby allowed herself time to fully relax as she was doing right now, which certainly wasn't to say she was productive at all times. But usually, even if all she was doing was scrolling through the internet on her phone or sending text messages to three different people at once, her mind was somewhat occupied by the stimulation provided by whatever activity she was doing. Right now, she was making an effort to not let herself think, instead focusing on sensations and the sounds surrounding her. The water gently lapping at the sides of the pool as the breeze caused ripples on its surface, the quiet whirring of the filter, the rustling of leaves and the distant noises of suburban living. As it was, she was getting dangerously closed to dozing off when Sebastien spoke up out of the blue with a question that undoubtedly had something to do with what he was planning on designing next. Pushing herself up slightly onto her elbows she looked over at him, her brain needing a moment to catch up with what he had said as she tilted her head. "I don't have a strong opinion about them," she told him. "They're usually pretty comfortable, but I feel like the styling of it can be hit or miss."
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