atalante.

con brio adv. Music (to be performed) with liveliness or spirit. independent historical roleplay blog for atalante migliorotti. singer, luteplayer, lutemaker, and assistant to leonardo da vinci.

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florentinexscoundrel:

"But I want you to keep playing now…"

{Zo pouted playfully as he lay back and rested his head on the other’s knee.}

"Keep playing."

        "You are ridiculous. Have you been          told that, lately?" 

    A hand fell to toy with Zoroaster's hair,     smiling down at him. 

        "I'm tired, Zo. Surely, there must be          something you'd rather do."

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humansubtlety:

"Unfortunately, I can’t—not yet." Leonardo didn’t look up this time, his focus on the work before him. "And it will not suffer. I am not that tired.”

    "All right —" He nodded understandingly, nothing     but concern in his gaze. "Well, is there any way I     can help?" Elbows planted on the table as     Atalante leaned forward, head cocked.

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florentinexscoundrel:

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"Keep playing, please, it’s beautiful."

        "Zoroaster,  as flattered as I am, you do realise          I've been playing for ages, right? Tomorrow I'll          play   for   you   more.   You   have   my   word."

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maliciousdelicacy:

“ Oh— oh shit. I’m sorry.. ” Amelia apologizes quickly. She couldn’t have known without him ever saying it but she still felt guilt for assuming it were anything pleasant. Bringing her gaze back up to meet his she smiles sheepishly, it was nice that he still had a pleasant attitude for a person going through what seemed to be so much. ” It’s fine, really. Sometimes it’s easier to vent to strangers than your best friend. My name is Amelia, it’s a pleasure to meet you Atalante. “

    "The  pleasure's  mine,  Amelia.  I'm  glad  you  can  tolerate     my  venting,"  He  offers a dip of his head, smile warm, even     as  he  licks his lips. "Don't worry about it, though. I wouldn't     be  in  this  business  if  I  didn't  think I could handle it. I just     wish  people  would  pay  a  bit  more if they're gonna nitpick     every  detail..."  His  voice  got  bitter towards the end, but it     was quickly shaken, his smile and focus returning to Amelia.     "I'm a musician, by the way. In case you were trying to fill in     that  missing  piece.  I  mean, I'm more than just a musician,     but that's what pays the bills. Mostly."

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maestrx:

                    “No. Because I’m not writing it for other people to read.                                 as long as I understand it, it’s perfectly fine. Yours,                                on the other hand, could use some work. Yours is                                shit.”

        "There's no denying my handwriting is shit.          I really ought to work on that, hmn?"

        "Though really, who has the time to work on          such trivial things when you've taken up so          many commissions? Do you think you'll          finish these ones?"

    He's careful with that question. There's no malice.     Whether or not Leonardo finishes his commissions     is no business of his. He'd just like to know if he     should be at work too.

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penrosexsteps:

"—No, but I’ve been told I should take up stripping."

        "Well, now you've been told. Though I seriously          doubt you'd hear any complaints if you were to          take up stripping."

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humansubtlety:

"Very busy, in fact. You know my habits—I have barely had a moment’s rest." He threw the young man a quick smile over his shoulder before returning to his work.

        "Yes, I'm rather aware of your habits..."

    The smile he offered back was soft and remained,     even as he took a seat not far from his master. 

        "You should rest. Your work may suffer if you complete it tired."

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+ penrosexsteps

        "Has anyone ever told you that you should model?"

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+ prophetofthebes

        "Your hair. It's —                                 It's stunning."

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+ humansubtlety

        "You've kept quite busy lately,          haven't you, Leonardo?"

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+ youxidiot

        "You don't think you could do that elsewhere?"

[ofthemoonandsea-deactivated2019]

I stood naked over him and took a picture

[headonyourchest]

Why do I love everything about this

[lilachour]

this is so cute

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nahseekh:

      He looked toward the building in question       then the man. “Ah.”

        “You’re an artist, then, no?”     Normally his next action would be disappearing     into the streets, but the other’s apparent spunk     kept him close. He dared move behind him, and     took a seat on the stairs.

    A soft sigh left him. Artist. Such an     obscure term, in Atalante's eyes. 

        "Something of that nature, I suppose." 

    There wasn't even much on this page of his notebook.     Rather, he was observing. It was much easier to stare     when one had the excuse of paper and chalk in hand.     A few faces had been sketched, along with a number     of studies of the building before them, but they lacked      the depth proper shading would allow. Music was his     chosen expression, after all, not the visual arts. The      commission would get done, in its own time, after he     had found inspiration once more. 

        "I'm Atalante Migliorotti. And whom have I          had the pleasure of meeting?"

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blxddetorr:

          "There are definitely stupid questions.           But if you really want to know the song           it’s called Breathe. The Cinematic Orchestra.”

        "Thank you. That's all I wanted to know.          Never heard of 'em, but thanks."

        "You're not bad, by the way. If you sing           anything like you hum, you're not bad." 

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maliciousdelicacy:

Amelia shrugged into herself while keeping her hands in her pockets, her dimples deep as she smiles back at the man. ” Well then I suppose that makes you lucky.. in some way. It still sucks that they’re being shitty to you. “

        "Yeah, if you define lucky as frustrated and abused.          I mean, I'd totally understand if they didn't like it                     — even though my work is far above par —          but they just don't offer any criticism..."

    His head shook, lips pursed as he     dismissed his train of thought.

        "I'm sorry. Here I am rantin' t'you about shitty clients          and I don't even know your name. I'm Atalante."

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maestrx:

                “No it doesn’t, you’re just shit at reading it.”

        "Isn't that the entire point, though? If I can't          read your handwriting, doesn't that make          your handwriting shit?"

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rosielives:

Rosie looked down at her jeans. “Oh, it’s okay. These are a pair of my ‘art pants’.” She blushed a little, pushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m, ah, I’m an artist as well.”

        "An artist? Well, it's an honour t'meet you, then."

    His head cocked to the side a little,     brush still in hand.

         "Would you have any pieces I'd recognise?"