Amadeo Carvalho

[amadeocarvalho]

trigger warning: many eyes

It is not in Amadeo’s nature to share his heart, and even to himself he would deny the emptiness that Julian left behind. To acknowledge that it is his desire to fill the void would unleash the sweetest and pained laughter from his lips. Throughout his life, love and hate have come hand in hand, and so he’s come to find the joy in both. Secretly, these intimate feelings weave through his yearnings, making him play games even with his own desires. Amadeo could very well become his own rival. After all, the light to his darkness is no more. For five years its absence twisted further what had deformed those years in Verdamme. Let there be dark. 

BASICS: Name: Amadeo Paulo Carvalho Age: 27 Pronouns: he/him (cismale)  Birthplace: São Paulo, Brazil  Occupation: writer & vineyard owner. 

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[amadeocarvalho]

Location: Library Date: The morning of Thursday July 1st @andlilith @hadrianvilliers

It was utterly predictable that he would walk through the de Cervantes library doors first thing in the morning. It had once been part of his summer routine, and the place where Julian always came to find him - or anyone joining the summer fun for that matter. There had been a time during his peak hermit lifestyle that he’d resigned himself to the idea of never again being able to step on the impeccable floors he now strolled.   Yet there he was, making echoes fill the vastness of his old friend’s home. “Hello again,” he told the books he’d devoured in the past, touching their spine lightly as he walked by. Without selecting a book, Amadeo took a seat at his favorite spot. He closed his eyes and let the memories flood back; the good, the bad, and the ugly. This would always be his library, every book he’d borrowed held his memories. From the one he struggled to finish between his and Julian’s fit of laughter, to the one Julian had thrown out the window in a fit of anger. 

It hurt to sit there, and Amadeo wouldn’t have it any other way. He let the hurt seep into him and boil in the pit of his stomach. And from his lips sprung forth Segismundo’s monologue with tones of pain, anger, and pleasure. Amadeo took a deep breath then, and addressed the approaching steps before his eyes opened:  “In some things, I allow myself to be predictable. Good morning Jaya.”