Dov'è il tuo Dio?

𝓲𝓵 𝓬𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓲.

[crownofhollows]

{jack o’connell, 35, cis male, he/his, trezza #1} do you believe the rumors about FABRIZIO of HOUSE TREZZA ? a recent portrait of them reminds me of JACK O’CONNELL, because HE is so DETERMINED AND PATIENT. however, whispers have been saying they’re actually COLD-HEARTED AND PRIDEFUL. maybe that’s why i think of A HEART WRAPPED IN WINTER’S GRACE, ASHES WHERE DREAMS ONCE RAGED & A CANDLE FLICKERING IN EMPTINESS.

full name: Fabrizio Ludovico Trezza alias: Fabo, Fabri title: Ruling Lord age: 35 y.o. date of birth: January 16th gender: cis man; he/him romantic status: married languages spoken: Italian, Latin, German, French, some English and Spanish birthplace: Florence current residence: Verona side: Mezza

Some said that the burning vineyards had destroyed not only the family's pride and prosperity, but also the heart of Lord Fabrizio Trezza himself. It was as if the great misfortune that had struck Trezza had transformed the heir in just one day. But this was a mistaken conclusion made by those who had never truly known him. His change had begun long ago with a story as familiar and fateful as any tragedy, yet still cruel and hurtful. It had forged the man everyone knew - the proud and determined Fabrizio, who was willing to sacrifice everything to restore his famous family's position, even though he was in the eye of the storm in Verona, balancing between families who were ready to do anything to destroy each other, burning like the endless vineyards - destroyed in just a few hours.

Fabo's story began many years ago in a family that had high expectations for their firstborn son. His father, overjoyed that fate had smiled upon him, began shaping his heir from an early age. And while the other children were playing outside, the boy had to attend lesson after lesson, exercise after exercise. And as we know, the forbidden is always the sweetest. Fabrizio grew up rebelling and wanting what he didn't have - freedom. His temperament often betrayed him, disappointing his parents and planting in them the doubt that he might one day ruin the family. Their attitude hurt and disappointed him, causing him to seek solace in everything else but conversations with those who were truly important to him.

And then he met her…

Their love was worthy of the greatest tragedy known in literature during that period. It was grand, passionate, and beautiful, but impossible. Fabrizio loved so deeply, burned for his beloved, and was ready to abandon everything and everyone to be with her until his last breath. The Trezzas would have been relieved if he were gone. His brother, more gifted and intelligent, would have carried the burden far better. The plan was perfect, and everyone would have been satisfied, but life decided otherwise.

Fabo's heart was left in ruins.

Another disappointment pushed him into the arms of work, and before long he proved to his father that he was ready to fulfill the mission he had been born for. There was no trace left of his boisterous character, and his adventures were no longer of any interest. Over time, he withdrew further, distancing himself from the world and hiding his true self. But the last straw - the thing that changed him, turning him from a beautiful spring day into the fiercest winter day - was the sight that turned his blue eyes red: the burning vines.

Their lives, completely shattered, had to go on far from the memory of the tragedy. Someday they would return home again. When the time was right.

[crownofhollows]

with: Viviana (@vivianapalazzo)

He raised his hand, indicating to Viviana that it was indeed him. Lord Trezza didn't want to startle her at such a delicate moment for the people of Verona, unsure of how she had taken the devastating news and unwilling to stir painful memories. He would choose his words carefully, hoping not to harm their conversation. Fabrizio did not find her weak, on the contrary, but perhaps deep down he wanted to protect himself, using her as a justification.

"You're alone again," he said quietly. "Do you like being away from people, or do I always catch you at times like this when no one else is around?"

He tilted his head to one side, fixing his gaze on her face, as if trying to study her every reaction. He knew their families were in a far from favorable position. After all, Dante himself wrote that those who did neither good nor evil were destined for no place at all, and it seemed that this was exactly what awaited those caught in the middle in Verona.

"Do you mind if I keep you company for a while?"

[crownofhollows]

with: Milo (@milotrezza)

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Milo at the end of the corridor, but his heart was slower to settle than his mind. He needed a minute or two to regain his lost composure.

Finally, Fabrizio allowed himself a few steps toward his brother. When he reached him, he placed a hand on his shoulder, as if to convince himself that his brother was real, not a ghost.

"Have you heard what happened?" Fabo asked, pursing his lips and lowering his gaze to the floor. "It's a real tragedy."

He didn't tell him the truth - that one of the servants had misunderstood what had happened and mistakenly told Fabrizio that his younger brother had fallen by another's hand. He would never forget the initial shock and horror he had experienced upon hearing the news. God had taken pity on him, giving him the opportunity to see with his own eyes that Milo was still in their home, and the truth had quickly come to light, sparing Trezza from a far greater disaster.

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Addressed to: @crownofhollows for lord fabrizio of house trezza Location: piazza delle erbe

the streets seemed both quieter and louder. people seemed to have found their missions on this day and were not shy about going about them. but there was not the same amount of pleasantries. sure, it did ring in the corners of the small crowds, but nothing like normal. lady emeline stopped at the side of one of the vendors, arms filled with papers to listen and watch. to see what sort of changes people were going through after the incident.

but distraction took her quickly after that. head sort of moving from the sound of buzzing. and then her features furrowing at the sight of some sort of large flying insect. her half free hand swatting at it. and then she's stepping away and the blasted thing is following her. and emeline is taking another step and then, to add to the luck of the moment, running right into someone sending the papers scattering.

"go-odness!" followed by a dramatic and unladylike roll of the eyes.

[crownofhollows]

His hands caught the woman as she rushed toward him, steadying her so she wouldn't fall to the ground. His blue eyes flicked over her face, then the insect that was still hovering around her, most likely drawn by her sweet scent. A broad smile lit up his face, and Fabrizio took a step back to allow the lady to regain her composure, then waved his hand, chasing away her intrusive pursuer.

"It seems we are destined to meet in such interesting ways, signorina," murmured the lord, trying not to laugh. "Apparently, it's not only animals that are drawn to you, but I myself, since I meet you again in such a curious situation and once again find myself playing your savior."

He was exaggerating, of course, but he was also genuinely amused by their new encounter, which was just as memorable as their previous one. Still, a quiet laugh escaped his lips, and Fabrizio offered his arm so that Emeline could lean on him.

"Shall we take a walk?" he suggested, tilting his head slightly toward her. "That way I can be sure nothing unfortunate happens to you."

His gaze sought that of the lady next to him, as if he meant to challenge her with the hidden meaning behind his words.

[unvertuous]

open to: everyone

location: his cabinet (room)

"no. i know him. he's many things, i won't deny it, but he is no strangler." his gaze held on his companion's, a little pleading and the thought ran plain beneath it. if the name had been turned the other way, if it were this friend being hauled out for blame, aryan knew he’d have spoken just the same. "it might have been any passer. a man in his cups, or some petty tyrant. there’s naught to say it must be one of ours."

[crownofhollows]

Fabrizio tilted his head to one side and ran his fingers over the cover of a book as he listened to Aryan's words. He remained silent, his thoughts racing as he wondered what to say and how to assess the situation. Their lives were about to become far more complicated - as if they weren't already.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and the young lord finally turned, seeking the other man's gaze. He slowly approached and sat down opposite him, hoping to draw his attention.

"There will be many more suspects," Lord Trezza said in a cold tone, thinking about all the problems that would arise from this despicable act. "Someone will suspect me, you, our loved ones. It will turn into a hunt, with everyone eager to accuse their enemies."

He leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and the other man, as if expecting to hear confirmation of his words, but in reality wanting to make sure that Aryan was himself and and wouldn't spiral into a darkness he couldn't escape.

[destinoinverona]

location: anywhere

"it was horrible," she murmured, lips barely moving. "i thought maybe, i thought maybe he was just drunk." chiara looked over at her companion. "i was going to help him home, but he was dead. apollo was dead." she didn't know the man very well, but they were close to the same age. chiara wished she had stumbled upon him sooner, or perhaps she didn't, who knew what could have happened?

[crownofhollows]

He reached out to take his sister's hand and pull her into his arms. His heart was racing in his chest from the shock, but Fabrizio hoped it would remain his secret and not echo like a bell in Chiara’s ears. He had to be the strong one, her support in this dangerous and unexpected moment.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, wondering whether he had checked her carefully enough to be sure she wasn't hurt. The shock and adrenaline rushing through her body would dull any pain she might feel. "Everything will be fine. Don't worry."

His words were a lie, and yet what else could he say at that moment? Apollo would not be returning to them. God had taken him to himself, and the living were left with the difficult task of coping with his absence and finding the one who had taken his life.

[peacekeepcrs]

His strides were clumsy. Admittely he was thinking of a certain gentleman from event before. Every stride affected by his own emotions. And it gave his rival the upper hand.

Ouyang looked up at the new voice panting. There was a hesitance, almost a silence. Intially he shook his head. "Only a bad day, I'll get better next time." Ouyang lied quickly.

After a few moments, and maybe a gentle look from the older, Ouyang did relented. There was a slow nod.

"I do need help." He admitted. "I have been sloppy because of my own mind." He kneeled down on one knee respect. He held both his hands in front of him.

"I will take any guidance sir." he said with a small smile."Please lead the way."

Ouyang is willing to do anything to improve, even if it meant blind trust. Anything to be a warrior after all.

[crownofhollows]

He narrowed his eyes, studying the stranger before him. There was a clear determination in his gaze, like a raging flame that could not be easily extinguished. He wanted to know more about him, but there was no way he could gain his trust so quickly. For now, he could only help him and try to understand what had brought him to this state.

It didn't take them long to reach his home. Fortunately, there was no one in the garden, so their arrival would not raise concern in his family. The newcomer probably didn't want to be the center of attention and arouse the interest of strangers. Fabrizio let him settle on one of the benches near the barn where they kept some of the training weapons, then went inside to bring him a glass of water.

"What is your name?" Lord Trezza asked as he sat beside him and fixed his blue eyes on the stranger's face. "And will you tell me what you’re trying to achieve, so I can see how I might help? It is clear that you have passion and talent, but they need to be nurtured."

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Emeline took to the handkerchief and did her best to do away with the water without lost decorum. A pass over her face, neck and hands was quick but still with a modicum of posture and needed regulating. She is listening to him as she does, the smile that pushed onto her face towards him wide and impossible to hide and smattered with red blush.

Quite the scene from a love story. No wonder authors wrote of such things.

She was not to jump into that head space with this other so quickly. Of course. She would never (something said in her mind multiple times and yet-). But she could enjoy the moment, right?

"My lord. It is a...a great pleasure to meet you as well. Given the strange circumstances. I promise you I did not do anything to said bold criminal before I asked for help. It is not in my bones to be cruel to fish.

"Seems as though he took particular umbrage with me." The already awkward, but large smile grew at his bow and Emeline hesitated in herself to hand back the handkerchief from surprise. Quickly though she realized and pushed it further out as she took her skirt into other hand and greeted the other in return. "Lady Emeline De Santo. "

[crownofhollows]

Fabrizio tilted his head to the side, recalling everything he knew about Emeline's family. He found it amusing that he kept meeting families who weren't part of Verona's warring factions. It was as if he was receiving a sign from God not to abandon the stance he had taken so far. He would never risk his family's safety, so he avoided drastic decisions.

He smiled at the lady in front of him, holding back his laughter. After all, they had met in an unusual way - and not everyone was granted such an amusing encounter. The world they lived in did not offer much freedom.

"Perhaps this audacious criminal envied you and and wished to draw attention to himself," Lord Trezza said with a soft laugh.

He didn't want to sound as if he was mocking the lady in distress, so he tried to compose himself - even though it wasn't easy. It seemed that moving to Verona and meeting new people had done him good, even if few understood his odd sense of humor.

"Shall we step aside so there isn't a second attack?"

He raised his hand, inviting her to step back so her gown would be spared a second time.

[knights-of-the-glittery-table]

Jack O'Connell in The North Water (2021)

[knights-of-the-glittery-table]

Jack O'Connell as Roy Goode

Godless (2017)

[destinoinverona]

she wraps her arms around herself for a moment, perhaps to keep herself warm, perhaps to keep herself secure. chiara patters into the room towards the other, a light, sleepy smile in her room. "here you are," she whispers.

chiara sighs and nods her head. "i had a bit of a nightmare, but i couldn't fall back to sleep." she frowns. "i did try, believe me." she sits besides the other and glances at him. "what about you?"

[crownofhollows]

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Chiara's shoulders, pulling her into an embrace. He knew he would never be like their parents, but he wanted her to feel safe with him. Neither nightmares nor people would ever hurt her because he would always protect and shield her.

"Everything will be okay," he whispered reassuringly and rested his cheek on her head, hoping that this would help her at least a little. "You can always tell me if something is bothering you."

He had heard that people's worries were disguised as nightmares, but Fabrizio rarely dreamed and had no idea if these stories were true or not. His punishment was insomnia - the same torment that plagued him tonight, but he wasn't going to bother his sister with his own problems. He wasn't important.

"I had a lot of work to do during the day and I can't sleep. My mind refuses to rest," he muttered, smiling slightly. "We can let ourselves sleep in tomorrow."

[vivianapalazzo]

perhaps the time since the two had been acquainted had hardened viviana, for it took several more moments for her to even begin letting her guard down. "of course," she replied, her voice quiet but earnest. this was fabo, after all - she knew what a good man he was. her gaze dropped to his proffered arm, and after a moment she slipped her own through it. "i am afraid i do not much to report; likely you already know that i am yet a spinster," she said with a wry smile. she hesitated at his next question, unsure of how much he knew about piero's accident, vito's broken engagement. "recent events, my lord?" she prompted, needing him to clarify before she shared anything unnecessarily.

[crownofhollows]

He turned slightly toward Viviana, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. Fabrizio tried to keep up with what was happening in the city, even though he wasn't into gossip at all, but he felt like there were too many things he didn't know about, and it made him uneasy. Verona and all its dramatic stories unsettled him, and an analytical man like him couldn't accept the chaos that had overtaken them after the fire. Sometimes he felt like he was on a battlefield, and now it was no different with the question the brunette had asked him. Was there more to her question than met the eye, or was there nothing to it?

"The usual - the great feud that the town is so famous for," said the young lord with a faintly amused tone, shaking his head slightly. "I heard there was some kind of quarrel, though I might have been misled. Is everything all right with your family?"

He tried not to pay too much attention to the two sides in the conflict, even though they were trying to draw their family to one side or the other. But this was becoming increasingly difficult with time, and the Palazzos were in a similar position. They just had more experience in maneuvering between the two sides.

[crownofhollows]

with: Milo (@milotrezza)

He walked quickly down the hallway, realizing he was late for his meeting with Milo, who didn’t deserve such neglect from him. Alas, sometimes his tasks didn't go according to plan, and he had to deal with unpleasant moments that left his family waiting. He stopped before turning down the hallway to his brother's room and ran his hand over his face to smooth out all the wrinkles that had formed on his forehead. He didn't want to upset his brother or make him think he was angry because he had taken up his time. No, he would do anything for his family.

He took a deep breath and, once he felt ready, took the first step that would lead him to Milo - the brother whose brilliant mind he truly admired. Sometimes he worried about him, thinking he was too progressive for the times they lived in, and that people who refused to step outside the boundaries of what they knew might hurt him. He would always protect him, but unfortunately, he couldn't always be there for him.

"Sorry for the delay," Fabrizio said with a smile, reaching out to squeeze his brother's shoulder. "What do you want to show me?"

His eyes swept across the room, taking in each curious object that was entirely unfamiliar to him.

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addressed to: @crownofhollows lord fabrizio trezza where: public gardens

the chaperones for lady emeline was off a little ways, speaking to one another while she had sat herself by the waters edge and merely watched reflections in the waters. maybe at one point had been something of an inspiration, now she was merely people watching and seeing how the sky reflected its colors in the clear pond. her mind could wander, her thoughts could-

there was the sound of splashing just before the water hit her. it was not a large amount by any measure but it still got right on her.

emeline gasped and then sputtered and wiped away the pond water from her face and some of it from her dress. "go-od-ness!" the syllables stretched as she got her bearings once more. "pardon. pardon, my lord!" her voice still soft and quiet. "do you happen to have something that could help? i believe a fish just splashed me."

[crownofhollows]

He wiped away the few drops of water that had landed uninvited on his face with his fingers, then shot a displeased look at the lady next to him, whom he was about to accuse of carelessness. However, her words managed to calm his rising discontent, and Fabrizio gave a wry smile, understanding all too well the situation they both found themselves in. But could one speak of thoughtlessness when it came to a simple fish? No. So lord Trezza decided not to dwell on what had happened. Instead, he hurried to help the lady in distress.

He took out a brand-new linen handkerchief with his initials embroidered in one corner and handed it to the stranger, who was fretting over her wet dress.

"I'm sure the drops will dry quickly, milady," he said seriously, although a smile played on his lips. "The day is warm and the sun will be on your side. But first, step aside so that you are not attacked again by the bold criminal."

Fabrizio had seen the lady at previous events, but they had not been formally introduced until now. For this reason, he bowed slightly, giving the lady the respect she deserved.

"Lord Fabrizio Trezza, it is a pleasure to meet you."

[alcssandro]

he liked to drop in on fabrizio, usually at least once a day. not for anything specific -- or at least, not since the move to verona -- but just to lay eyes on him. make sure the other hadn't retreated too far into himself that alessandro couldn't simply take his hand and pull him out again. undoubtedly, the impetus to make sure fabrizio was still there had increased since they'd left home, the trauma of what they had been through planting irrational doubts that would only settle with cold hard evidence. it could be worse, the younger trezza told himself over and over. if his brother was there, everything would be just fine.

pleased to be invited in, the smile already curving lips brightened. entering, he shut the door after him ; an old habit imbued by their father that would likely never leave. he strode over with confidence, taking up a chair and emitting a soft, satisfied sigh. "i have no complaints," responded emphatically as he accepted the offered drink. a highly typical alessandro answer if there ever was one. "just one pleasant thing, brother? i have a myriad i could provide you with." chuckling, he stretched slightly in the chair and took a sip of his drink. "i hope you have some to offer me in return? otherwise this would be a very unfair deal indeed."

[crownofhollows]

His laughter echoed through the room and he shook his head slightly, hoping that the younger man really had plenty of things to talk proudly about.

"My life is so boring that I don't even know what to brag about," replied Fabrizio, staring at the glass of wine in front of him. He reached out and ran his fingers across the desk, as if it would help him choose his next words. "I have something work-related, but I'd rather not start with that. After all, it’s much more important to me to know what's going on with you."

It was much easier for him to listen and talk to others than to bother them with himself and the obstacles he faced in his life. The young lord was not the type of person who liked to open up, and this probably made it difficult for all his loved ones, who never quite managed to get through to him. The good thing was that the others were not like him, and this helped him try to be useful to them at all times.

"Do you like this wine?" asked Fabo, raising his eyebrows, the curiosity already burning in his eyes.

The thought of using a local grape variety for their wine seemed great to him, but he still wanted to hear what the other members of the family thought about it. Fabrizio valued Sandro’s opinion particularly highly because he continued to believe that the two of them should be in each other's shoes.

[knights-of-the-glittery-table]

Jack O'Connell in The North Water (2021)

[crownofhollows]

𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress?

Fabrizio prefers to be alone when he is stressed or angry, because that is when his grumpy side is most apparent. He likes to go for walks, covering kilometers to feel better and clear his head of all heavy thoughts. Silence is the best remedy for him.

Thank you! <3