*andrea;;

Love your life, and do have fun

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andreamullins:

andrea was so deep in this thoughts that he couldn’t even think straight, it is sad that he totally forgot that his friend is in the a situation like his if not worse;; he shook his head and gazed at her eyes; “i.. apologize lis… of course you do know how i am feeling… i’m just.. extremely sad;” he sighed heavily his eyes watering; “well, no sign of him.. i’m just feeling like.. he is trying to be distant on purpose; i do not know why..” the greek blond said in a quiet manner he sighed again and took a strong hold on his sleeve in order to wipe away his tears; “i am mumbling again.. sorry..” a pause of silence for a couple of seconds before he spoke; “shall we talk of something else?” he said with a small smile gracing his features;;

Her heart softens at the sight of his face quivering with grief, and she looks away for dignity’s sake, not wanting to wound neither his pride nor his manhood by staring upon him as he wipes at his eyes, half wet with a collection of tears; oh, had Adam, then, felt so, when he could not take his own lover in marriage, resorting to sneaking about the castle in secrecy, seeking out his affections? No, she silently reproaches herself; it had not been so with him. He had often vulgarly flaunted his lovers in her face, lavishing them with affection when he had had not a word of sympathy for her, neither any care for the distasteful rumours that trailed her person–he had been a vile, selfish man, seeking not a thing but queer, sinful pleasures; Andrea is not at all like him, softer and kinder in all matters, with no wife nor lady to pine away in vain for his love; not that she had ever longed for the baron, either–she had not once in all their years together yearned for him. She had only craved for his protection, wishing he would still malicious tongues that spewed horrible gossip of her, and even that, he had selfishly kept from her.

With such thoughts, she sighs, a flash of compassion sweeping through her, and peers once more upon him, her blue eyes rounding with understanding.  “You need not rebuke yourself so…I know you meant no true offence,” says she gently, and moves to link her delicate arm through his, saying, after a moment, “think you not, you have suffered enough? He has been gone for such long a time now and has not once written to you! How awful! – If Leonard does not long for your companionship, it is not for you, either, to do so…Surely, you deserve better than such cruel a treatment…” she muses softly, thinking it horribly cruel of Leonardo to mistreat his special friend so, disappearing from his life with no word of his return, neither of his plans. “–I must ask…” a brief pause as he suggests they change the subject, and then, “have you no desire for a woman’s company, Andrea?” she asks curiously, half in jest, with a playful little smile, meaning to lighten the mood.

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andrea sighed heavily and coughed a little, using his sleeves again to wipe away any tears from his face and sighed once again; "yea.." another deep breath, "I'm better now, I mean yes, you are right you do speak the truth but, i do have hard feelings for leonardo.. and i do not think that I can move on..." a mere second of silence between amphelice's words and his answer; "no, i am absolutely certain that i cannot feel any attraction for a woman;'

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andreamullins:

 andrea laughed so much it was easily noticeable that he was making fun of others; several sights turned to look at him; but he didn’t care a bit, he was with his friend charles, what would anyone tell him; “do you see any teeth falling out?!” he said and laughed again; several seconds later he managed to calm himself a little; “how wonderful would it be to have a toothless woman please you ey?” he chuckled and made eye contact with his friend;

—the question prompts the Dauphin to break into another fit of laughter. “I see no teeth….” he gets out through his giggling. but soon, the both of them fall quieter. his stomach hurting from all the intense laughing to such an unusual scene; the poor girl though, he thinks, she surely will be in trouble with the Quarters Master. his train of thoughts is interrupted, however, when his friend speaks again. the questions finds the young prince unprepared, and for a moment he simply stares at his older friend, holding his gaze. but then he is laughing again. hard. “man…no…” he shakes his head, laughing almost hysterically. “I don’t want to think of such a thing…” he shudders.

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Andrea nodded in manner of agreement, there were no teeth falling out indeed; "maybe there aren't any teeth falling cause she already is toothless!" andrea said in a friendly and cheerful tone; "well, you know about me so, i don't know much about things like this, you know? at least not with a woman;;" he said in a quiet tone and chuckled a little, grabbing some wine to wet his mouth; "want some wine?" he said, raising the empty goblet a little higher;

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andreamullins:

     /what kind of a ridiculous wardrobe this person must have/

his facial expression gave away his thoughts but it was no issue, they couldn’t know what he was thinking about, only that he is thinking something which isn’t nice at all; at any rate, they cannot tell him a thing, he said no word and he didn’t gaze right on them;      “my friend;” the greek blond said and bowed slightly before them;;    “a great pleasure it is to see you again, indeed;” he smiled a little

Today just wasn’t Emone’s day. She’d somehow managed to trip over a bucket full of soapy water whilst mopping the floor, and the head maid had insisted she get changed into a spare uniform while hers dried. Which was annoying because the spare maid’s uniform was designed for someone twice as tall as Emone, and almost twice as wide. It all seemed rather ridiculous to her, because surely a long skirt just gave her something else to trip over.

She decided to avoid stairs as much as possible until she had her own clothes returned to her, and was hiding in the kitchens helping to prepare dinner. There was dough all over her skirt where she kept stopping her work to hoist it back up again, and she’d “borrowed” a men’s tunic from the laundry pile (a servant’s or a guard’s, she thought; nothing overly expensive) to hide her modesty; this bodice really was showing more of her chemise than was appropriate. Upon hearing her friend’s voice, she abandoned kneading the dough and wiped her hands on the tunic, moving around the table to greet him. “Please do not laugh at me, Andrea,” she said seriously. “I am aware I look ridiculous.”

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andrea nodded lightly as his friend spoke, he couldn't help it but smile widely at the blond friend of his; he politely cleared his throat and placed his left hand on her shoulder for the time he was speaking; "may i help you with some clothes? I mean no offense my dear friend but it is not proper for you to walk around in such a disguise, is it?" the greek manservant, spoke in a friendly and warmly manner to her; andrea looked around the room, noticing some scratches on the wall just a few steps from where they were standing, his gaze turned back to look at his friend; "are you busy now? would you mind getting these rags off, dressing properly and accompany me for a walk?" mullins said and once again smiled gracefully at her;;

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Claude was really glad to be back home, though maybe things could be better in some ways and she was still concerned about someday entering another betrothal, but for now she was just enjoying being back home. especially being able to walk around the castle gardens which were probably her favorite thing in the whole castle. She stopped when she spotted someone else there and smiled kindly “Good day, I didn’t think there would be anyone around.” 

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andrea smiled politely at the princess and he bowed respectfully as he saw her walking closer; “your highness, a pleasure to see you;” the greek man said in a light manner; “may i be of service for you? is there anything i can do princess claude?” the young blond asked and looked in her eyes warmly;

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charlesixdevalois:

—Charles settles beside Andrea, watching at the woman he points out to him. a muffled laugh escapes him, and he covers his mouth with his hand. he keeps from laughing at the handmaiden’s clothing, but he cannot suppress the smile that forms on his lips. “poor people are tiring me…” he muses as he bites into another tart, and he almost spits it out at the sight of the woman tripping over herself and falling, the contents of the flagon for a pool on the floor, leaking to every direction. his laughter matches that of his friend’s. lively and fresh, a lovely sound it would be if it wasn’t for finding joy in another’s person’s misfortune. “flat on her face!” he tells Andrea, turning to look at him, his laughter having died down a little by now. “oh, the poor thing…” he mocks.

 andrea laughed so much it was easily noticeable that he was making fun of others; several sights turned to look at him; but he didn’t care a bit, he was with his friend charles, what would anyone tell him; “do you see any teeth falling out?!” he said and laughed again; several seconds later he managed to calm himself a little; “how wonderful would it be to have a toothless woman please you ey?” he chuckled and made eye contact with his friend;

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dufort:

“I am…quite well, I suppose. I, too, have often felt quite lonely of late…” she smiles over at him, her liquid eyes round and glittering with some kind of unuttered sentiment as they begin to stroll through the gardens, a cool, moist breeze sweeping through the trees and making her shiver; and then, he says he misses Leonardo, and she glances at him with compassion, feeling a little astonished at his very last words, “oh, Andrea!” she begins in a fierce little voice, her cheeks stained red with a mixture of sympathy and annoyance that her friend should forget that she, too, knows well that feeling of longing and yearning for your beloved; for she does know it all too well, and surely, tis even worse for her, for her love has gone not to pleasures, as Leonardo has, but to war. “oh, you don’t mean to tell me you suppose I do not know this feeling?” unutterable amazement expresses itself in her voice, but she sighs and gives him, a sad, half-smile, knowing that, no doubt, he means no true offence.  “–It seems to me master D’Este has quite disappeared from our lives…Have you no word from him? Has he not written to you?” she asks with real concern, her voice soft and tender.

andrea was so deep in this thoughts that he couldn’t even think straight, it is sad that he totally forgot that his friend is in the a situation like his if not worse;; he shook his head and gazed at her eyes; “i.. apologize lis... of course you do know how i am feelings... i’m just.. extremely sad;” he sighed heavily his eyes watering; “well, no sign of him.. i’m just feeling like.. he is trying to be distant on purpose; i do not know why..” the greek blond said in a quiet manner he sighed again and took a strong hold on his sleeve in order to wipe away his tears; “i am mumbling again.. sorry..” a pause of silence for a couple of seconds before he spoke; “shall we talk of something else?” he said with a small smile gracing his features;;

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charlesixdevalois:

—his eyes fall on the older man, and god, he wonders, how freaking tall is this guy? makes him feel like a midget in comparison. “it is always a great pleasure to be seeing me, I know…” he jests and he offers a smile and comes to stand beside him, curiously looking at the direction the blond man was looking at. “who are we looking at?” he then inquires, in the mood for some gossip and making fun of other residents at the French court. he reaches over and takes a few strawberry tarts from a servant carrying a tray full of them, offers one to the man he is speaking to as he bites into another one, making a low, appreciative sound.

   andrea smiled at the french prince and patted him lightly at his back; “hey there little fella;” he teased him and laughed; “this handmaiden, right there; she looks like she is wearing rugs! god bless her sight;” he laughed again and took the received tart; “thank you charles;” the blond ..servant.. took a generous bite of the tart and laughed again; as he saw the handmaiden mistepping and falling down while holding a flagon; out of laughter, andrea pushed the younger prince; “s- SHE FELL!!” he said, some tears over his eyes;

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dufort:

A coy little smile that denotes amusement plays around her lips as she takes note of her friend’s expression at the sight of the Duke swathed in thick furs, and she is laughing, quiet and sweet when he turns to her and greets her properly, “oh, you are not a bit refined, Anrdea,” she smiles, her cheeks rosy, “One would think you are truly a servant!” she teases him good naturedly, and with a delicate flick of her wrist, invites him to walk with her, not wanting to attract unwanted attention; for she well knows not many a soul know of his true identity, and she would be loathe to somehow expose him to curious ears and malicious gossip, or, mayhaps, even become the subject of ill-talk amongst the ladies of the court by being seen in the company of a servant– for that is what the world knows him as, and she idly wonders if he ever intends to reveal the truth about him.

   andrea, smiling still; chuckled a little while his dearest friend spoke; “they better do believe it for my owns sake;” he said and gazed at her eyes for a second; “how are you fairing?” he said and began walking by her side as she gestured; the young man was sad, his baby boy wasn’t there to keep him warm at nights and he missed his extremely cute face so much; he waited a little, till they walk far enough so there aren’t any gossp seekers to hear him; “leonardo is not here and i am freaking out..” he sighed heavily; “i miss my little baby so much.. you don’t know..” he said and looked at her with sad eyes;

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     /what kind of a ridiculous wardrobe this person must have/

his facial expression gave away his thoughts but it was no issue, they couldn't know what he was thinking about, only that he is thinking something which isn’t nice at all; at any rate, they cannot tell him a thing, he said no word and he didn’t gaze right on them;      “my friend;” the greek blond said and bowed slightly before them;;    “a great pleasure it is to see you again, indeed;” he smiled a little

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ariannedangelis:

“The seamstress? I believe she is away, getting new fabrics…”

“Of-Course.. I sincerely thank you my fair Queen; I apologize if my manners were not appropriate a second ago;”

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crownmemary:

She laughed and nodded but she motioned to her King. “Have you seen the King dance?” She asked softly and shook her head. “Maybe once I have the child I will be out there, I still love to dance.”

Andrea lightly laughed; “My Queen, truthfully I have not seen the King himself dancing;” He paused for several seconds; “We are all anxiously waiting the King’s heir my Queen, it will be a blessing day;”

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dufort:

Amphelice gave him a cordial, sweet smile, delightfully pleased with his manner, for many a servant would often improperly snap at and talk ill of people of noble blood, and she found their bitter and hostile manners and moods intolerable,  “Oh, no need to apologise!” she smiled, happy for any little assistance she may have conveniently rendered him, and bidding her ladies work without her, for she longed to converse with the young man, hoping he would have knowledge of her dear friend’s whereabouts; setting the laces aside, she gracefully moved toward him, urging him to sit with her at the fireplace, “you can save yourself the trouble and wait here; tis far too cold in the hallway to stand there for an hour and I should like to have a word with you if you would indulge me…” she offered, and sat down in the little chair by the fire, taking care previously to lift up the satin skirts as she dipped her waist, for fear she should crease it. 

Andrea’s slight smile remained on his youthful face; a light node with his head and a smile brighter than before appeared on his face; “I thank you my Lady; I would be most honored to accompany you may you wish;” The Greek manservant said in a neutral manner and took a few steps closer; “It is cold outside indeed my Lady;” The blond Greek said and paused for a slight second; “What is that you would like to speak of?

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thekingsbashtard:

A smile forms on his lips. “Come, Andrea, sit with me.” He prompts, finding himself in need of a pleasant company because of late he has been rather saddened with happenings of the past, and his arrival made things worse than he anticipated. “I can tell you of my trip to Hungary…” he adds, as if it will be a privilege to hear of such a travel, and laughs at the thought which crosses his mind. “The Great Adventures of King Bash…” he tells him with a laughter.

Andrea nodded at him lightly; smiling back to him; yes my lord;” he said and went to sit near the King of Hungary; “I would be most pleased if you could possibly share this story with me;” The Greek manservant said; laughing a little;

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unscrupulousthespian:

“And why would I know what she looks like? Do I look like a woman in need of tailoring services?”

“now i find myself wondering, my lord; how you managed to have clothes if you are not interacting with seamstresses; the bazaar did not seem much supplied with such fancy clothes as yours;”

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Mary smiled and nodded looking to the foreign man before she looked back to him. “I used to dance at the convent, or well a fiddler would come in from time to time and it was the best days when he did. He could sit by the fire and fiddle into the early hours of the morning.” She truly hadn’t dance like that since her days at the convent, my how things change.

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 andrea smiled politely as the queen spoke; “my queen, thank you for sharing this with me it sounds really pretty; i hope you still have the spirit you once had for a dance;” the greek manservant said with another smile ending his words.

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royalenglishthings:

“Does the castle house one?”

“for as far as i am concerned it does; i suppose your royal highness didn’t happen to face her?;”

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unscrupulousthespian:

“Why on Earth would a seamstress cross my path?” 

“because she has the ability to walk, the castle’s seamstress seemed to have a pair of legs the last time i met her;”