DAYLIGHT

lord orazio farnese of italy and everything enchanting feels as if you are falling through the sky like a wounded god.

[lordorazio]

ginevrademedici​:

“I find that hard to believe,” Gin chuckled. Their little dog was almost as much as Ginevra themself was, only falling short because he could not answer back. Still, they would not change him - nor would they change Orazio, despite how far things between them had shifted. He was still their friend, after all, and perhaps things had changed since last they saw him. While a part of Ginevra still wanted to run a mile, they weren’t the type to be rude without cause, and technically, he had done nothing wrong. 

They shifted Enzo, moving him slightly so that Orazio could better reach him for fuss. “That was kind of you. I’ll make sure I repay you, I promise.” It was pennies compared to everything they had, the fortunes of the Medici and Farnese families, but they didn’t want to be beholden to him, even for something as simple as a cut of lamb. “I am well,” they answered, a short bob of their head providing confirmation, despite the shortness of the statement. “And… you?  I have not heard news from Sicily for a while.” They had been avoiding it at every turn, but Orazio need not know that. 

“RIce cakes?” They bit the corner of their lip, unable to deny their own curiosity. “Perhaps if we get Enzo to bark loud enough, the crowd may disperse a little? Then we could enjoy all the rice cakes we want.” 

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"Your company for the rest of the afternoon is more than enough,” he assured, lessons of charm returning as naturally as his tendency to run from the responsibilities that laid before him. “I would value your opinion. Some people need to be knocked from their high horses,” he added with a slight grin, as he turned around to examine the row of booths surrounding them. Regardless of the awkwardness between them, he acknowledged how telling the Gin’s absence in his life had been. “I am fine. Agenesia delivered her litter and Vincenzo is being himself,” he answered, more excited about news regarding the tiger he owned back home than his brother. So much sorrow hung in the air of the Farnese estate and Orazio worried about his eldest brother. Hopefully, Rome would treat his family well.

“We could,” he nodded, a mischievous spark in his eyes. Relived he was able to step onto familiar ground with them again, he studied the crowd again. “I just worry someone stepping on him. As loud as he is, some people are careless. I seen how some of them treat their horses.”

[lordorazio]

ginevrademedici​:

Where Ginevra went, Enzo followed. It had been that way since the day the Pope had gifted him to them. For much of the day, he had trailed happily at their heels, only pausing when he caught whiff of a particularly interesting scent, but always finding his way back to their side.

It was with a start that they realised they didn’t know the last time they saw him. Enzo was well trained, not one for wandering off, and the two of them must have gotten separated by the crowd. Panic rose in Gin’s chest. Had they been at home in Florence, they didn’t think it would bother them quite so much, but Enzo didn’t know Rome, didn’t know his way home. Gin fought her way back through the crowd, retracing their steps, doing everything but screaming Enzo’s name. 

A happy bark drew their attention, and their head whipped around, a look of relief spreading across their face. “Enzo!” They cried happily, crouching down and opening their arms for the small ball of fluff to barrel into. Scooping him up, Ginevra tucked him under their arm, where he would stay until they saw him safely home to the Medici Villa. 

It was only then they turned to look at his companion. Orazio. They should have known. They were fond of Orazio - he was a lot more fun to be around than most Italian lords, but lately, things had been weird. Perhaps that was Ginevra’s fault, but today, the bit her tongue, and offered him a smile. 

“And what have you two been up to? Causing trouble, I hope?” 

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"Enzo has been an angel. Like always,” Orazio defended his companion with a wink, before he resumed petting him. Although he left the servants in Sicily detailed instructions for his pets, the young lord continued to worry about his menagerie. Seeing Enzo again had only reminded him of what was waiting for him back home. For as much as he worked against Vincenzo’s plans for him, he acknowledged the responsibility he had. His father would scold him for valuing the lives of the animals over his familial, but Orazio was familiar with the sentiment.

“He looked hungry, so I purchased a cut of lamb for him before you found us,” he elaborated to ease Ginevra’s nerves. Based on how clean Enzo was, he assumed the duo hadn’t been separated for too long, but he still empathized with her remembering panic he felt when his owl had escaped. “How are you?” he asked, unease wrapped itself around his heart as he accepted the reality of the matter. Seeing Ginevra in Rome was eventual, an outcome he had hope to delay until he understood the situation better.

“If you haven’t yet, you must try the rice cakes. I would return for a second helping if it wasn’t for the long line,” he added, a feeble attempt to avoid discussing the issue. Despite the rivalry between their brothers, he admired Ginevra. Maybe this was karma for disregarding the status quo.

[lordorazio]

date & time: january 3rd, 1570, midafternoon location: winter carnival (vendors stall) availability: closed @ginevrademedici​

With a trained eye, Orazio perused the stalls in search of gifts for his older brothers. Both who would be frustrated at his frivolous spending, but the young lord was a firm believer in starting the new year with good luck. Misfortune was discarded along with the clothes he requested the servants to donate as part of his annual ritual. He had been in the middle of examining a first edition text from a Turkish merchant when he was greeted by the sight of an old friend. Well, correction, he heard the familiar bark warning him.

“Enzo? What are you doing here?” he crouched down to talk to the pet like he would talk to a peer. Wherever Enzo was, his owner wasn’t far away. Yet, based on his quick scan of the area, Orazio didn’t see the young Medici in the vicinity. “Let’s get you a treat and then we can start looking for Gin,” he told the dog as he joined the line in hopes of securing a bone for his companion first. Looking down to check on his friend, he saw him waiting by his feet in the line.

“I missed you too,” he grinned as Enzo accepted the bone he purchased. “Let’s find Gin before they start to worry about you.”

[lordorazio]

ofcampania​:

starter: @lordorazio​ location: winter carnival, january 1570

they’ve met before, countless times and countless different occasions, and funnily enough, his is not a face that brings bianca to scowl ( internally, of course, she must not risk her disdains becoming public knowledge ) upon mere sight. lord ozario farnese, although an unlikely one, is considered a friendly acquaintance nonetheless by the lady of naples. she remembers the first time she ever saw him - a ball hosted in sicily to which bianca had the honor of accompanying her client ( the word feels weird to her - she considers agatuccia a friend, after all ). orazio has, over the years, become a person she not often has the pleasure of being around, but every few years they come to meet again, and this time, god only knows how long it will be before both of them are heading home once again. 

roman winter is not any harsher nor calmer than florence’s, and so bianca finds herself in one of her beautifully decorated coats, prepared to roam the stalls and find the most luxurious ( and expensive ) items she can, only to pester antonio to get them for her later. she eyes a particularly delicate board of draughts, intrinsic and carefully made, and it doesn’t take her long to spot the familiar face she’s been coincidently wondering about. “lord farnese, what a pleasant surprise. perhaps not a big one, as i did know you were to be in the eternal city, after all.”

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rome never changed, orazio thought to himself as he surveyed the grounds. the city could boast its status as the world’s greatest outdoor museum, but he would remain loyal to sicily. as expected from the gossip he overhead, the winter carnival was delightful - the sort of event that could had only existed in a fairy tale. however, there was always room for improvement he pondered as he admired goods being sold. ideas flooded his mind as he thought about how he would had done the layout for the carnival. nonetheless, considering the visitors that the city currently entertained, the young lord had been ordered to be on his best behavior. such thoughts would be saved to share with his older brother.

looking up from the table holding an extensive collection of books, he was greeted by the sight of an acquaintance. one he once considered as a match for vincenzo till deciding they were ill-suited for each other. “lady bianca, your company is always a pleasure,” orazio responded with a warm grin. while all the unfamiliar faces gathered in rome wasn’t unnerving for him, he found some comfort in bianca’s presence. finally, someone who knew how to have fun. “how are you? have you met any of the visitors yet?” he asked, giving the noble his full attention.

[lordorazio]

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