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deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

"Ah, it would make sense that you eat out more often than not." He reclined against the wall, watching her, foot tapping. Il Lupo could not recall the last time he didn’t eat out; He typically took his meals in taverns and inns, with ale in one hand and a woman in his lap. What a way to live. 

"Well, tonight we will dine wherever you are comfortable, dolcezza. There is no need to put on a show for a dog like me."

"But I do need to put on a show for a dog like you”, she set both cups on the table, along with the food she had asked for. She wasn’t sure if he was the roasted chicken kind of individual, but dogs ate what they were offered, weren’t they? He could eat all if he wanted to.

"I am a woman of my word, after all, and I did said  would show you how I treat people who I consider important for me", she turned to him. "And maybe for this time I will have you decide where you want to do whatever you want to do. Make good use of that power".

         Just for one night. He made her vulnerable enough, any day regardless.

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. 

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

cruenteus:

the-prowler:

He scoffed, giving her a grin. The competition was all in good faith. “I’m a restless man, bella. I must be kept busy. Everyone knows that idle hands are the devil’s playthings, si?”

"Idle hands, idle minds, idle bodies. It does no good to keep them that way." 

The fleeting amount of irritation was gone as quickly as it had flared- The amount of available work need not be something to get worked up over. His grin seemed to signify no ill-will, and at any rate it only served to make her want to try harder. Good faith or no, competition was competition. 

A wry smile curved ruby lips, “I’ve got catching up to do, then. Think of the tarnish my image will get if you get everything good first.”

"Everyone’s image is tarnished compared to mine. I am attractive, skilled, efficient, and such a loyal lapdog, it is hard to surpass me in our Lord’s eyes," his tone dripped with sarcasm and he gave her a wink. 

"Bella, what do you say we make this a game? Whoever fills the least contracts by the end of this week has to buy a drink for the one that fills the most."

3 months ago + 15

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

 

He hummed, contemplating that for a moment with pursed lips. “Where do you typically dine?”

"Depends on what I’m sent to do", Fiora moved across the room to look for cups, thinking for a moment. "When he needs me to do some…intimate missions, I dine with my targets. Or a brothel. There are nice cooks in some brothels around, you should know. I dined once with Cesare, at one of his properties. I should take you with me once he invites me again, the food is fantastic. When I’m forced to stay on a low profile, I cook…but you are lucky you don’t have to try it".

"Ah, it would make sense that you eat out more often than not." He reclined against the wall, watching her, foot tapping. Il Lupo could not recall the last time he didn’t eat out; He typically took his meals in taverns and inns, with ale in one hand and a woman in his lap. What a way to live. 

"Well, tonight we will dine wherever you are comfortable, dolcezza. There is no need to put on a show for a dog like me."

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

He winked, took the bottle from her, and sighed, “Aah, dolcezza, you know how to treat a man. A good, strong red. Where will we be dining?”

"Only those I hold in high esteem, my Lupo", she waved her hand for him to follow her into another room. "I rarely use the dine room, but charming guests get the best of what I can offer".

He hummed, contemplating that for a moment with pursed lips. “Where do you typically dine?”

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

"No small visit, no. I will be around a while, if you will have me. I do not seem to be intruding," he smiled at her, small and fond, while she fixed his hair, entertaining how easily it would be to snag a kiss.

But she moved, and he followed behind, predatory eyes glued to her as she walked. “What did you find for us to drink, hmn?”

"Only the best I could find", she turned, holding a bottle of the red wine he fancied, presenting the bottle to him. Spoiling him wasn’t such a bad deal considering how loyal he had been to her. 
 Besides, Fiora loved to see him smile. Among other things. “A little bribe, in case you wanted to leave early. As for food, I had a cento occhi do me a favor and look for some from an inn. You are not intruding and I want you to stay for a while”.

He winked, took the bottle from her, and sighed, “Aah, dolcezza, you know how to treat a man. A good, strong red. Where will we be dining?”

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

[ w hat if i picked joker or samara back up„ ]

3 months ago + 3

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

"Well, it certainly is difficult to be as handsome as me. Don’t blame them," he moved inside, pushing his hood back and raking a hand through his hair. He grinned. "Buonasera, dolcezza." 

He was right, though. Finding handsome clients was hard sometimes, specially when Solari was out with the other girls.
Not a night to remember those days, though. “It’s quite good to see you found some time to see me, signore”, she started, pushing the door closed. “I trust it won’t be a small visit, si?”

    Moving away from the door, she moved a hand up, to his hair, fixing some strands his ruffle might’ve missed. She would’ve loved to linger nearby for a little more, yet she continued walking, searching for the bottle she had promised to find for him.

"No small visit, no. I will be around a while, if you will have me. I do not seem to be intruding," he smiled at her, small and fond, while she fixed his hair, entertaining how easily it would be to snag a kiss.

But she moved, and he followed behind, predatory eyes glued to her as she walked. “What did you find for us to drink, hmn?”

3 months ago // g omen i fell asleep - the-prowler + 27

deadly-bouquet:

the-prowler:

Knuckles rapped against her door and he spoke with a smile in his voice, “My Fiora, dearest, a client to see you.”

Swiftly, she moves to the door and opens it, concealing how glad she was that he was true to his word. “My, I wasn’t prepared for a handsome client”, she would respond, pushing the door enough for him to get inside.
 

"Well, it certainly is difficult to be as handsome as me. Don’t blame them," he moved inside, pushing his hood back and raking a hand through his hair. He grinned. "Buonasera, dolcezza." 

3 months ago the-prowler + 27

Knuckles rapped against her door and he spoke with a smile in his voice, “My Fiora, dearest, a client to see you.”

3 months ago + 27

amonsterinrome:

 

     There was that disgust he’d almost missed— the contortion of a once smug expression into that of total animosity. In reality, the disdain made no difference to his existence.

                                                 Just empty words that carried no weight.

     For a moment, Malfatto considered laughing in the dog’s face, though a wordless tip of the chin seemed adequate in the end. The Templar Order themselves had a thinning leash on the doctor, the last thread in its make being considerable payments.

Il Lupo thought it passing odd how a weapon seemed to gain weight when one was in the presence of an enemy; His hidden blade burned hot against his wrist. His fingers curled, flexed, itching to let the blade free into the doctor.

But he couldn’t. And he wouldn’t. Not until he was given the kind dottore’s name on a slip of paper. 

Malfatto’s existence made the prowler’s blood boil, but to what end? He clenched his jaw, made a sound of disgust, and moved back into the crowd. 

3 months ago the-prowler + 7