vengeance

DEIANIRA BORGIA Remember, boys, I poured forth tears in vain To save your brother from the sacrifice, but fierce Andronicus would not relent. Therefore away with her, and use her as you will; The worse to her, the better loved of me. penned by tilda for ilmagnificorp

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo borgia timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @socracitiies​

The two girls prowl the expansive boarder of Florence, making their marks with perfume, dancing steps or romantic looks. The two of them meet across a faction of ladies and chamberlains, two ladies from rich and prosperous families Within seconds, they meet toe-to-toe, their skirts almost brushing together, meeting against the stepping stones as Deianira brings her nose up towards the hailing autumnal sun. “Isabel Valois, what a wonderful opportunity we find ourselves in,” she called, proud even of such a meeting before bowing her head in faux respect, lifting herself back to meet her height with a smile that seemed almost all-knowing, as if Deianira held a secret he did not know off. “It is a pleasure to come together...” 

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo borgia timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @bonaorsini​

Deianira Borgia never had found herself reserving a fondness for anyone. For even the affection beheld by the youngest Borgia for her older brothers was hidden beneath duty, routine and reputation. But there was a sense of respect that lingered toward the famed Bona Orsini - her beauty alone was enough, tipping the scales for the Borgia’s interest as she approached her elder. Two goblets of cherry coloured wine heavy in her hands, before gesturing for her to take one. “Madame Orsini, have you tasted this collection of wines yet? It is simply heavenly, and as a Roma child I must admit that we do not cultivate such bounty as this,” Her eyes alight with interest, Deianira bowed her head before returning to Bona’s gaze, watching her with intent, like a toddler trying to make out a face it had once known in passing. “You are a sight to behold, your husband’s eye must never leave you.” 

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo borgia timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @renatodiippolito​

Deianira’s relationship with the Medici was.. complex to say the least. A daughter was her sister-in-law, a friend and a close knit confidante. A son was her lover and apparent biological father to her new-born child, Sandro. That, and the allegiance that blossomed between the Medici and Borgia was essential to the survival of the Spanish-originated family that was doomed with whispers, poisons and midnight beasts. So her approach to Renato, who boasted the same beauty as the rest of his siblings, was familial - kissing each cheek with a giggle of laughter that erupted from wine-stained lips. “Renato de Medici, what a joy to see you once more, when was the last time? At the wedding? Why! That was two years ago, or more. You should beg my forgiveness with sweetened fruits and kisses or I must go to Ippolito to complain!”

[deianiraborgia]

location: piazza della signoria timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @elisabetta-colonna​

The two women prowled around one another as if they were little more than feline creatures. Stalking one another into the night, neither seemed to give way for either a victory or defeat - it was a dance, a performance; and everyone stood by to watch. Only when Deianira was offered another goblet of aged Florentine wine, did she give way. Approaching the matriarch of the Colonna House with a poise that made it appear as if she was rather a Princess, a Queen or perhaps a celestial being. Deianira even managed a smile, a forced little thing hidden behind her golden charm and plump stained lips. “Elisabetta Colonna, of my own name, did you know my middle name is shared with your own? Perhaps that makes us equals, twins, sorelle. What do you think?” 

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo medici timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @cesaremedici

She takes his hand between the various drippings of velvet, satin and silk - keeping them hidden to the keen eyes of the elders. After all, it would be frowned upon by both Borgia and Medici to see the young souls flaunt their affection and admiration together. Without a word, she leads him beyond the crowds but towards the balcony, closing the ornate doors behind them, to isolate them to the cooling breeze. Creating a solitude that was only ever made for stolen kisses and hushed sweet nothings, Deianira threw her arms around his neck, embracing the man she had loved a few times before, crossing the boundary reserved for the married or betrothed, before pressing her lips against his. Her tongue hot, her skin urgent with a dying need, Deianira looked to the handsome Cesare and pressed her hands tight against his cheeks, holding him within her palms. “You look ravaging tonight, better than when I last saw you,” with a flutter of eyelashes, Deianira turned and went back towards the balcony, staring upon the stars that seemed woven into the midnight blue. “I tease you, handsome. You were pretty then too... How fortunate that I return to you a widow rather than a wife.” 

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo borgia timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @niccolodeborgia​

“Zio,” she calls, before looking to him, holding her chin upwards as if she were higher than the daughter of the late Ignacio Borgia. “I am glad to finally see you, how do you find Florence?” But without waiting for an answer from her Uncle, the lady smiled and looked to the side instead, eyes hooked upon the visage of a nearby statue; something carved from marble, the very curves and sheen appearing like skin itself. Almost impressed, Deianira turned back to her Uncle and took to tilting her head to one side, her heart slowing to it’s usual rhythm before rolling her lips together. “I find the air fresher than it is in Roma, do you?” With the quick of her brow, she crossed her Zio to reach a basket of placed fruit, rolling a plump apple within her grasp with the slightest hum exposing her tune. “Roma may be the heart of Christianity, but it is certainly ahead in all things culture... You must propose that Piermaria brings back a few things; an artist or two!” 

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo borgia timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @piermcriabcrgia​

“Caro fratello,” she called, taking her brother aside from duties and routine to her breast - stopping his crossing with an extension of her arm. “I fear that you are avoiding me,” she sneered, lifting her head so her nose tilted towards the decorated ceiling; a ceiling dedicated to the clouds, the gods, the higher heavens that the Borgia may certainly not ascend to. With her hair coiled and soft, Deianira smiled and allowed her teeth to rest upon the soft pillow of her bottom lip. “I wondered if we may discuss what I could do for the Borgia name whilst we stay in the beauty of Florence, or rather, who I should befriend. You know I was born with a silver tongue, Piermaria.” 

[reemiin-deactivated20210104]

— and every way leads me back to you...

[deianiraborgia]

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH :

palace of the borgias, roma

RESIDENCES :

palazzo dei borgia, roma, italy (1454-1476) villa barbaro, venetia, italy (1476-1478) palazzo della cancelleria, roma, italy (1478)

RELIGIOUS VIEWS :

roman catholicism

EDUCATION :

for the first few years of her life, deianira was looked after by her mother and governess in the countryside apartments owned by the borgia family. but, she was soon desperate to join her older brother in the heart of rome where she would grow to become a loyal member of her household. with her proximity to the city and her brother’s own education, deianira leached off them and sought a tutor that would offer her an education that’d rival the ones offered to the young princesses of neighbouring countries.

LANGUAGES SPOKEN :

italian, latin, french 

ALLEGIANCES :

the house of borgia

roma

FAMILY :

father : ignacio borgia. 🕇 mother : eleonora borgia. 🕇 older brother : piermaria borgia. older brother : giuliano borgia. older brother : unnamed borgia. son : sandro barbaro

OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONS :

uncle : niccolo borgia sister-in-law : maddalena de medici (married to piermaria) aunt : unnamed farnese  deceased husband : marcantonio barbaro 🕇 lover : cesare de medici ( & tba, there are many )

[deianiraborgia]

location: palazzo borgia timestamp: october, 1478 status: closed to @medici-maddalena

She walked along the arching halls with a pep in her step, swaying from side to side as to leave her skirts to drawl against jagged stepping stones. “You see, I thought it best I bring the boy with me... I cannot trust such Aunts, Uncles and strangers to care for Sandro - he is to become the jewel of Borgia; I cannot trust such a legacy to people who only speak two languages..” Deianira moaned, before reaching forth to take her sister-in-law’s arm. To the naked eye, perhaps it would seem like any other day beneath the Florentine sun, but it had only been a month’s turn of the moon since the untimely death of Marantonio Barbaro, Deianira’s husband and apparent father to her new-born son. “I am sure you miss your babies terribly, Maddalena. I will offer you Sandro if you wish for a child’s embrace; he has a Herculean grip.” 

[mostbeautifulgirlscaps]

Sandra Julien, Marie-Pierre Castel, Kuelan Herce, Nicole Nancel, Dominique

[aesza]

Rembrandt Van Rijn

[echiromani]

Detail from the vaulted nave ceiling of Santa Maria Maggiore. The coat of arms is that of Pope Alexander VI Borgia, using the first shipment of gold brought by Columbus from the New World.

[deianiraborgia]

PERSONALITY

TROPES :

and i must scream asshole victim laughing mad attention deficit... ooh, shiny! the smurfette principle

INSPIRATIONS :

Tamora (Titus Andronicus) Atalanta (Greek mythology) Lady of the Lake (English folklore) Midas (Greek mythology) Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body) Claudia (Interview with a Vampire) Deianira (Greek mythology) The Hyena (Lion King) Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) Lucretia (Roman folklore) Medea (Greek mythology) Lucrezia Borgia (Italian history) Penelope (The Penelopiad)

MBTI :

entp-a - the debater. (is a person with the Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Prospecting personality traits. They tend to be bold and creative, deconstructing and rebuilding ideas with great mental agility. They pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter.)

ENNEAGRAM :

type 3 -  also known as the achiever. threes want to be successful and admired by other people, and are very conscious of their public image.

ALIGNMENT :

chaotic evil.

TEMPERAMENT :

choleric.

HOGWARTS HOUSE :

i took a test, she got gryffindor. i would’ve thought slytherin. 

HOBBIES :

hunting needlecraft (embroidery, lace-making) cards harp

[the-lost-lamb]

[deianiraborgia]

BASICS

FULL NAME :  

deianira elisabetta giuliana borgia

MEANING :

deianira ─ ancient greek origin ( Δηϊάνειρα, Dēiáneira, or Δῃάνειρα, Dēáneira ) that translates into “man-destroyer” or “destroyer of her husband” elisabetta ─ italian form of elizabeth,  from Ἐλισάβετ (Elisabet), the Greek form of the Hebrew name אֱלִישֶׁבַע ('Elisheva') meaning "my God is an oath", derived from the roots אֵל ('el) referring to the Hebrew God and שָׁבַע (shava') meaning "oath". giuliana ─ feminine form of giuliano which is the italian form of the roman iulianus (julian) which was derived from julius which comes from a roman family name that was possibly derived from greek ἴουλος (ioulos) meaning "downy-bearded". Alternatively, it could be related to the name of the roman god jupiter borgia ─ surname from location, italian form of the spanish borja. originally indicated a person from the spanish town of borja in aragon, derived from arabic بُرْج (burj) meaning "tower".

MONIKERS / NICKNAMES :

deia (childhood name, reserved for family) lady borgia (acquaintances, formal) husband slayer (venitian moniker)

TITLE :

lady borgia of house borgia (from birth)  lady deianira of house barbaro (from marriage, discarded)

GENDER, PRONOUNS & ORIENTATION :

female.

she or her.

bisexual biromantic.

DATE OF BIRTH, AGE & ZODIAC :

april 1st, 1454

twenty-four

aries

MARITAL STATUS :

widowed

[speciesbarocus]

Stefano Folchetti - Madonna between Sts. Roch & Sebastian (1492). Detail.