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[ hopefully i’ll wheel around to replies sometime in the foreseeable future- both here and as angel; things have just been a little messy for me personally lately hhhh]

2 months ago

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

"Not all of them are ugly or old, dolcezza. Why, I believe a good many of your sort end up there. Young, nubile, rears ripe for pinching beneath those robes," he offered her a languid smirk and set his cup down.

He pushed himself away from the table, stood. “Believe I’ve had my fill for now.”

   If she could roll her eyes a little more, she would. Ah, that ego of his. Never knew an end to it, or when to be pushed aside. All in the world was good for his eyes, and nothing else mattered but his wine and a pair of tits to grab.

   Fiora felt a little envious about that way of living. But she wouldn’t tell. To be able to live without a care in the world, what a wonderful thing.
She frowned after he pushed his plate and stood. “Already? And here I got you so much food thinking you would want a feast!” she sighed, shrugging. “You’ll drink the wine at least, won’t you?”.

"Of course, Fiora. I said I’d had my fill. I did not say that I planned on leaving. Unless, of course, that’s what you would rather me do?"

He picked the cup back up, finished what was left in it, and went for the bottle himself. 

3 months ago // sobs srry this is short im working - the-prowler + 27

mariabarring:

Assassin’s Creed Multiplayer Characters | 1/?

↳Fiora Cavazza, Hellequin, Dama Rossa, Il Lupo, Harlequin and Teodor Viscardi.
3 months ago mariabarring + 1640

deadly-bouquet:

 

"I can but imagine you surrounded by ugly, old women, charming them to get some more wine or food…."
It made her laugh. And by laughing, she was leaving the former conversation behind. Maybe for other moment, when they could both ask the questions they both wanted answers for without feeling as if one would judge the other.

Because, the way he looked at her while explaining why he didn’t thought he would accept his proposal was a little…uncomfortable.

  Fiora always wondered about his reasons to do what he did things. Why, if he could walk away from all before it started, why did he stayed? Why is he still there?

"Not all of them are ugly or old, dolcezza. Why, I believe a good many of your sort end up there. Young, nubile, rears ripe for pinching beneath those robes," he offered her a languid smirk and set his cup down.

He pushed himself away from the table, stood. “Believe I’ve had my fill for now.”

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

 

"That is no solace at all. We would be hunted. We would never be able to enjoy all of your plans for us", she shook her head, her eyes dropping for a moment. 
                       Who do you serve, then, Lupo?
It was not the first time he said something about his opinion of the Order. He was careful when he needed to be, and knew best than to let his mind wander too far.
Yet he was safe in her house. She would defend him against anything and anyone that came for his head for having a thought about what the Order represented.

      Why do you do this to yourself? For me?
                       I’m but a courtesan, a highly paid one, yet still….

  Everything she had done was to further Cesare’s plans -only to kill who he wanted to be killed, to blackmail who he wanted. If it was in the name of the Templar Order or not, it was never clear. The only mention of something done to further the order’s plans sat right in front of her, and he had no love lost for either side.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t imagine you joining a convent”, she moved up, to grab the bottle of wine and walk towards him to refill his cup. “You, giving up the good wine and the greater company, living only to do what God commands you to do…not possible, isn’t it?”.

Il Lupo was as careless with his thoughts as he was aloof and it had always played out in his favour; Show no particular passion for your work, and it will not be misconstrued as compensation. Show no disdain and you will not be seen as a traitor. He worked efficiently and quickly and asked nothing but decent payment.

Il Lupo had always seen himself as a traitor, though. To what or to whom, he had no idea. 

He watched her fill his cup and smirked. “No, no, I doubt it’s possible. I like money and whores and wine far too much to live any other way. Corrupting nuns with my lecherous ways is not something I’ve prioritised.” 

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

I serve myself. I always have. I always will. 

3 months ago + 1

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

"You will not agree," he said tersely, shoulders shrugging. "You have too much common sense and place too much value on responsibility to do so."

He took another few bites, dabbed his mouth with the cloth napkin. Reclined in his seat and folded his hands in his lap. His gaze was hard and cut the air like a knife. “And the dog is not stupid, Fiora.”

She was glad to be able to hide her disappointment, and any other emotion.
He was right, of course —she had common sense and values responsibility greatly, but she wanted what he offered, and to that moment, she wasn’t aware she wanted it badly.

But, if she did so, she would lose everything she had fought to obtain. Everything she deserved, everything she gained. All, for nothing. For a moment of freedom. For an emotion she wasn’t sure if she should indulge in.

She didn’t deserved what he offered.

"Maybe, maybe not", she sipped from her wine, reaching for another bite of cheese. "But I will keep your desire in mind. Maybe one day we will earn a break, and the thought of you locking me away in a safe and private place sounds perfect".

Vicenzo leaned forwards to fold his arms atop the table, his eyes still hard and locked on her. “If you and I survive the Templar Order,” he began gravely, “Then neither of us will see the filth of this city again, not the filth of the Borgias nor the Order as a whole. We will run far away from here. Unfortunately, the only safe way to do so is take solace as traitors. I think you and I both know that.” 

He shifted, eyes drifting away from her face. “And I, for one, think both the Templars and the Assassins are hopelessly misguided.”

He picked up his glass of wine and swirled what remained inside of it. A small smile tugged at his lips; he needed to lighten the mood. “Alas, I’ve no interest in biting the hand that feeds. I’m a loyal dog. Perhaps the answer lies in joining a convent.”

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

He trained his eyes on her again, a brow still quirked. He leaned back in his seat after finishing another bite and brushed his hair off of his forehead. 

"Dolcezza, I would take you far away from Rome. I would lock you somewhere that only Il Lupo knows, safe, private, and I would keep you as mine like the selfish, greedy dog I am," he paused only to give her a wry smile, "And I would do all manner of sinful things with you, my dearest Fiora. I am quite the lecher, or so you’ve claimed from time to time." 

Do so. Do so right now.
Cesare wouldn’t let her live, wouldn’t let them live if they disappeared like that. Maybe tell him a careful half lie, a mission, something that would keep him away from them. A safe, private place far from home, far from missions, and only with him.

   Do so right now, Lupo.
She remained silent for a moment, thinking, observing his face. “Sounds quite tempting, my Lupo”, she took a small sip from her wine. “What if I agree?”.

"You will not agree," he said tersely, shoulders shrugging. "You have too much common sense and place too much value on responsibility to do so."

He took another few bites, dabbed his mouth with the cloth napkin. Reclined in his seat and folded his hands in his lap. His gaze was hard and cut the air like a knife. “And the dog is not stupid, Fiora.”

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

 

   Tempting, truly. She had to drown her words with wine, or it would be too obvious.
Fiora was not sure how he did it, but he made her feel desired without feeling repulsed by the thought. The closer they grew, the more time she wanted alone with him, the badder she wanted him to touch her. It was quite tempting to let him take control and so whatever he desired, for better or worse. It took her an incredible amount of will to not let her feelings for him do the talking.

     But, god, she wanted him. Not just for sex.

"How so?" she asked, genuinely curious. "What would you do with such power?"

He trained his eyes on her again, a brow still quirked. He leaned back in his seat after finishing another bite and brushed his hair off of his forehead. 

"Dolcezza, I would take you far away from Rome. I would lock you somewhere that only Il Lupo knows, safe, private, and I would keep you as mine like the selfish, greedy dog I am," he paused only to give her a wry smile, "And I would do all manner of sinful things with you, my dearest Fiora. I am quite the lecher, or so you’ve claimed from time to time." 

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

He considered that power, a small smirk slowly spreading across his lips. Sinful thoughts bred quickly in his mind, and he had to remember where he was. He shook it away just as quickly as it had appeared and took a seat at the table. 

The food made his mouth water- he’d been on a diet of bread and cheeses and wine lately, for convenience sake- it had been a long time since he’d been presented with good meat. 

"You may regret giving me so much power, dearest," he mused, diving into his meal. 

"Will I?" she moved to fill both cups, setting one next to him and carrying the other over while taking a piece of cheese with her.
  Would she truly regret giving him any power to decide what to do? She doubt it. What could he do with that power? Many things. That smirk on his lips prove as much. Lustful things? She would be disappointed if he didn’t saw her like that. Then again, she didn’t wanted him to look at her with that kind of purpose.

 Thoughts she had to push behind. No, no closer connections, no matter how much she wanted to sl—
"I think I might have some fun as well with that power, wouldn’t I?". 

He looked at her while he chewed, reaching for his cup. Raised a brow, shrugged. “I would trust such power more in your hands than I would in mine.”

His thoughts and ideas were sinful, lustful. Thoughts that endangered their work. He harboured a careless sort of love for her though, and it was a love that pierced him to the bone. He cared about her, violently, far beyond any physical urge. It overwhelmed common sense. Il Lupo did not much care. 

He took another bite of his food, chewing quickly. 

3 months ago the-prowler + 27