「捕まえて。」

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The Lucifenian Royal Family is visiting macchiarosabianca

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They were on what their father kept referring to as a vacation or a holiday, even though it was plenty obvious to even the small boy that they were not going to be allowed to play very much during this so-called holiday.

During the long trip there, the children were lectured about being good around the Borgia family and all others because royalty had to act in such a way that allowed them to presented with a royal air about them. While the people they were meeting were not Lucifenian, they were still important and could be really good friends if need be.

Apparently this was going to be a face-to-face lesson about international politics.

After falling asleep during one of the lectures, the young prince woke up to shuffling as they arrived. He rubbed at his eyes and moved so he could see out of the carriage, curious about the place. He wondered if he and his sister would have to be watched by a maid or if they’d be allowed to run around and have fun while their parents talked about grown up royal stuff.

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She’d been told very little about their visitors, if anything at all. To her understanding, it was the royal family of another country that was to be visiting her father; the latter of which who had been very vague about the origin and reason for the meeting, saying only to treat the family with the utmost respect.

Neither her father nor brother seemed very responsive to her questions, and she had since been left to merely wonder about the characteristics of their guests. They were royalty, it stood to assume they’d all be really quite lavish in their clothing and appearance - perhaps decked in beautiful jewels, expensive fabrics and other luxuries? 

A call from one of the maids in the mansion brought her back from her curiosities, beckoning her to the foyer of their home in order to greet their new company. She’d had time to only straighten out her dress as she was hurried from her chambers, arriving just in time to see the doors open; her father, straightening his back, adopted a smile as the family came into view, calling out with a strong, solid voice.

“We welcome you to the Borgia Mansion.”

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veleno-di-blureplied to yourpost:“Evening.”

heeeeey

AYYY

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“Evening.”

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           She gently moved a small strand of hair from the young woman’s face and nodded. “Of course, dear, that’s what I’m here to do. I help people.”

           She sat on the bed next to the young woman and took her hand. “I am a dream-eater, someone who contracts people who are plauged with nightmares or who are simply unable to sleep,” she began, keeping her expression and her touch soft.

           The baku paused and thought of the current moon. “Since the next full moon is so soon and my contracts only last until the next full moon, I will allow a small trial period for you. I take away your nightmares with no cost.”

           Again, she wiped away the tears she saw falling. It was saddening to see such a lovely girl crying.

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      Lucrezia felt oddly .. comforted. Which was strange - were she awake, she may have very well been screaming at this point, but somehow, she felt as though she could trust what this .. ah, dream-eater .. was saying.

      "My nightmares .. they'll all stop?" Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. It certainly seemed nearly too good to be true - and it probably was. Then again, assuming she was merely in a fantasy .. well, what could go wrong?

       ".. Okay."

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???:

             There was so much pain coming from a single woman, a bedroom that she could easily enter. She silently watched the girl pant and cry, letting the pain sit there and soak the girl entirely before stepping out and crouching down to wipe her tears.

           The baku smiled gently and shook her head. “Dear, don’t cry,” she whispered. “Did you have a nightmare? I’ve made it my business to chase them away and eat them up.”

           The baku figured that the girl was already scared enough to believe her in some small manner and she always had ways to convince others of what she was. “My name is Cynzia and I heard what horrible things came from your nightmare. Would you allow me to speak and explain how I can help you?”

           She tilted her head slightly with the kind smile still on her face. She had a soft spot for people who were at all wealthier than the masses, after all. “I hate seeing such lovely people crying like this.”

      She jumps slightly at the sudden voice, flinching at the unfamiliar touch upon her cheek. A burglar? Someone -- no.

      Turning her teary gaze towards the stranger in her room, she quietly nods, taking a moment to study just who it was. Even in the darkness, she could make out a number of startling similarities - perhaps she was speaking to her subconscious? 

      Ah, so she was still dreaming. How else would she be able to conjure such a ridiculous idea? Her mind certainly liked to play tricks on her.. how cruel.

     "I.."

It's just a dream, Lucrezia. There's no harm in playing along.. .. right?

    She bites her lip, turning her eyes downward.

" Please help me.. " 

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Mi annoio, haha.

"Questo è un peccato.. la noia è terribile."

"Forse si dovrebbe trovare un gioco da giocare?"

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Buona sera, Signorina Borgia! Come sta?

"Buona sera! Aah, sto bene, grazie, e lei?"

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She'd probably try to knit him a scarf.

she would absolutely knit him a scarf.

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Modern AU where Lucrezia tries to learn how to knit and even though she throws out her failures Cesare gathers them all up and keeps them.

i feel like lucrezia would be rather good at some of the things that historically nobleladies would do in order to occupy their time due to her upbringing with her mother, like needlework etc .. but the idea of cesare just keeping them somewhere i’m dying

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please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

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♆

♆ - a body headcanon.

despite her italian heritage, lucrezia has very fair skin. she can become somewhat self-conscious at times because of it, and hopes that she can perhaps tan a little by spending more time in the sun ( a plan that goes horribly awry during one afternoon when it becomes apparent that her skin is more likely to burn and eventually return to it’s original shade than hold onto any color. )

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|| tbh even after she's older lucrezia probably still makes flower crowns.

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actorxmaster replied to your post:♕

That’s adorable.

i imagine she'd be very serious about it, too. "i wonder if he likes roses or lilies more? or perhaps a poppy! oh, but this one would look good with--" until she decides to just add them all bc she can't decide what he'd like best

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♕

♕ - a childhood headcanon.

lucrezia is very fond of the outdoors, specifically the garden at the manor. if she wasn’t to be found inside, she would more than likely be discovered playing among the roses or amusing herself by making crowns out of the blossoms. 

on more than one occasion cesare has found himself presented with said crowns

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Headcanons

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Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon. Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon. Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon. Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon. Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon. Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon. Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon. Send † for a RELIGION headcanon. Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon. Send ☂;meme for a FOOD headcanon.

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|| !! there’s suddenly a lot of people - i don’t think i’ll be doing welcome starters, but if you would like a starter and/or would like to plot something, please either like this post ( for a short starter ) or send me a message!! &&thank you for following!!

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i'd like to make a wish, moonlitmurder..

      The warmth of his hand seemed almost surreal, pressed endearingly against her heated cheeks with the kind and gentle touch she'd come to know, the soft skin of his palm that betrayed his noble heritage. 

      She found herself pushing further towards him, craving more and more of that safety, knowing that just with his mere presence he would take away all of her insecurities, her fears, everything that she wanted to just disappear.

It startled her, when he drew back. Lucrezia lets out a soft whine, straining her neck out in hopes to just brush against his fingertips, if nothing more - but he was gone. 

Vanished, to a place where she could no longer reach him. Her arms stretch out into what seems like nothing but black, empty space; fingers twisting, looking for something, any part of him that she can reach--

"Ah!"

       She shoots upward, gripping at the duvet. It's dark, obviously, it must be the middle of the night. What little light the moon grants shines past her thin silken curtains, creating a haze of white illumination that merely serves to pronounce the darkest corners and crevices of her room. 

       Lucrezia herself is panting, her fair skin covered in a thin layer of sweat; tears threatening to spill from her eyes dare she remember the prelude to her rude awakening. Instead she chooses to draw her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms down her ankles in an attempt to smooth the slight tremor of her body. 

       It must be the third night at least, she reasons. That she's dreamt of the same thing, the same terrifying notion that he who she holds most dear might slip through her very fingers. 

And she hates it.

It's silly of her to allow herself to be so affected by something such as a marriage of alliance. She knows perfectly well that it's what is best for the family, and as such, she shouldn't be against it, but .. 

" ... " 

She's silent as the first of her tears begin to fall.