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Madalene de' Salviati // 19

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hclywinds‌:

“well technically assistant physician, but yes,” amice said smiling but blushing “i would say that it is rare, but i was lucky enough to find someone to take a chance of me. i work for house alberti, though i make sure to never turn down the opportunity to help those who need me, no matter their affiliations,” she knew many men in the medical field, and women were only midwives. she knew she was lucky, and was almost proud that she could make someone believe in her. 

“i do have a sponsor, but if you would like i could attend to you in your time of ill health? i know that it can be trying and having a single physician to handle your case can be helpful,” she mulled her offer over, if she did it fairly quietly it should be no issue. and besides the alberti and the salviati were not enemies, even if they were not exactly allies. “it is lovely to meet you. my name is amice,”

“You are more noble than most, Signorina,” she gushed, admiration in her voice. “My health is much better now, God willing. I had a fever is all.” It was a little easier to brush her illness aside now that it had passed. Madalene knew that she had been incredibly close to death at times. She had been very foolish, and she was lucky to even be alive. “My physician has stopped bleeding me regularly now, but he left a tonic with my handmaid that I’m to take daily. I’m not sure what it contains, exactly. He did tell me.” Wrinkling her nose, she added, “It tastes horrible, though.”

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immeasurableamaya‌:

“ You spoil me Mads,” Amaya chuckle playfully bumping the the other woman with her hip. Her eyes scanned over the rest of the merchant’s wears before her eyes widen a bit. “ and the bottle of that Vin Santo please,” clapping her hand together happily taking out her own coin purse she handed over the proper amount of coin. Asking the merchant for the matching glass to go with. “ I was visiting my Aunt in Malvasia last summer and this was all she would drink. She hates red wine and prefers the sweeter stuff.”

Taking the merchant so took the small bag from him before turning to her friend once more. “ I find it goes better with cheese, fruits and pastries. If we are going to feast there must be a bit of nectar from the gods.” he giggled entwining her arm in Madalene’s arm. Amaya found she liked both of the Salviati girls. However, why she went to Joanna for sage advise or council. She spent more of her free time with the youngest, mostly because Mad’s reminded her of herself. Amaya, though she loved her books and to learn. When she was younger she was getting into some form of trouble or the next, it was definitely happier times. “ She we sneak into the Medici vineyard to enjoy our picnic?”

“Vin Santo? I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure.” She was excited, though. And if Amaya said it was good, then it had to be. Looping her arm with the older girl’s, she allowed her to lead the way, giggling at her suggestion. There was no way her father would ever approve of it if he found out, which only served to make the offer all the more tempting. 

“Let’s,” she agreed. “There must be a break in the fence somewhere that we can sneak through.” With her free hand, she raised her skirt an inch or so from the ground so that she could examine her shoes. “Or we could just climb the fence?” she offered instead.

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themediciheir‌:

A slow grin spread his lips as he sipped his ale. He knew she wouldn’t leave so easily, but he’d do anything but gloat. An arched brow was all that was needed along with a smirk that clearly spoke, I told you you’d come. “That I do,” he nodded, “And you owe me some comfort as you drink it,” he raised his hand for her to come over, paying the wench and giving her a slight smile as she gave a kiss to his cheek. “How’s the pastry, Singonra?” He asked leaning back as he relaxed into the hardened wood bench his fingertips trailing along the lip of the tin cup.  “Have you not learned how to bribe them yet?” He asked as he nodded to the chaperone, “Some coin and an early evening, or even a lie for them every once in a while, seems to do the trick. One for them, two for you,” he smiled, “Small tips are free, you’re going to need more for me to give any more help…”

She turned, wrinkling her nose at him with playful disgust before making her way over. Catching the barmaid’s hand as they passed each-other, she said quietly, “Belinda, we must catch up at some point,” before taking the seat across from Luca. “I like my whiskey neat,” she informed him, settling her pastry down on the table and crossing her legs delicately. “Don’t bother asking them to water it down for me. And don’t give me wine, this isn’t church.” Following his nod towards her chaperone, seated at a table by the door, she gave the man a soft wave before turning her attention back to Luca. “And how do you know so much about being chaperoned?” she asked suspiciously. “Do you have a dark, secret past I am not privvy to, Signor de Medici? Do tell.”

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joannadesalviati‌:

“Oh, yes, you would absolutely hate it,” the elder sister replied without skipping a beat, her gaze ever vigilant on the crowds beyond the safety of their carriage. Perhaps it was not as bad as Joanna remembered it, but her experiences colored it poorly.

“I suppose you would be amused by the canals — most everyone there travels by gondola. I found it cumbersome. And the sea air made everyone’s dresses dull so quickly,” Joanna continued, sparing her sister a glance before her eyes returned back to the crowds.

“It is true what they say, Maddie… it is the people who make a place horrible or worthwhile.”

Madalene shifted in her seat, excitement bubbling within her. She loved tales of the places outside of Florence’s perimeters almost as much as she loved being away from home. “But where do they put their horses?” she asked. “Do the horses travel by gondola, too? Can they swim, in Venice?” While she did not envy her older sister her marriage, she did envy the fact that she’d been away. Why Joanna had chosen to return, Madalene had no idea.

“Are the people really so bad, then?” she asked, frowning. “How can bad people create all those lovely canals?”

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themediciheir‌:

“Pity,” Luca shrugged. “Could make for an interesting story, and I do quite like to add to the gossip,” his eyes twinkled for a moment before taking a bite of one of the pastries a slight groan of happiness came from his throat. It had been a slow, long ride back to Florence and, Luca wasn’t exactly happy to be back. Clearly putting off spending time with his family he shrugged to her. “Well, I’ll be in the pub should you care to join me,” he held up the basket of pastries. “Thank you for these, by the way, mother and father will LOVE to know  they’re a stunning gift from the Salviati’s,” with that the heir to the Medici fortune entered the pub. 

Madalene accepted her surprise pastry from the stall’s owner: a turnover full of berries. Standing in the marketplace for a solid minute after Luca left, an internal debate raging through her mind, she eventually gave up with a sigh and stomped after him. With luck, her chaperone wouldn’t risk causing a scene in public. She’d be in serious trouble when he told her parents of her exploits, but she could deal with that later.

Smiling at the innkeeper as she approached, Madalene leaned against the bar counter with her berry turnover. “Buongiorno, signore. That gentleman owes me a drink,” she turned to wave at Luca over her shoulder.

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immeasurableamaya‌:

Amaya eyed the pastries thoughtful, she really shouldn’t eat any of them really. However, her stomach had other ideas as it grumbled lightly the minute they had found their way to the market stalls. She had run into Madalene  on her way to look for some charcoal and paints and soon found herself spending the day with the young woman. 

They had spent the day laughing and giggling, Madalene had the ability to make everything light and fun. Amaya herself, liked that the most about her. It was all to often that a free-spited nature was promptly excised out of a woman apparently Mads was the exception. “ Well it you’re buying… I suppose I wouldn’t mind a custard tart. No… a strawberry one. You have to get them at the start of the season other wise they are a bit bitter.”

“Why not both?” she suggested, a devious smile spreading across her face. She liked Amaya. The older girl was both fun and approved by her parents. It was a rare thing indeed to find someone who fitted both specifications. The Salviati/Pazzi alliance could only be a good thing in Madalene’s eyes, although she was the first to admit that her view of such things was a little warped.

“Two custard tarts and two strawberry tarts, please,” she told the stall’s owner. “We’re going to have a feast!” Dessert was the best part of any meal in Madalene’s mind; one that consisted purely of pastries was just bliss. “Anything else?” she asked, looking over at Amaya.

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hclywinds‌:

“well in that case thank you,” amice said. “you are a much kinder person than many people in this city” 

amice pointed at a small pastry for the man to pull. “well i suppose your chaperone can rest easy in knowing that i am a physician,” amice said offering a soft smile to her kind food benefactor and the man who was clearly watching the two interact. “should your health turn for the worse i could be able to save you in a heart beat.”

“A physician?” Madalene repeated, shock evident on her face. “But... forgive me, do they let women be physicians? Where are you employed?” She was excited. The medical field was dominated by men. Her own physician had been a man during her confinement; she suspected it was one of the main reasons she had managed to keep the direct cause of her illness a secret. 

“Can I sponsor you? I’d love to sponsor you. I never even imagined... How did you discover medicine, Signorina.... oh, goodness, I didn’t even ask your name! I’m Madalene.” She smiled politely, waiting for the other to give her own name in exchange.

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joannadesalviati‌:

“The city seems so overcrowded as of late,” Joanna complained, flicking a wayward curl of hair from out of her eyes as she glanced around from the carriage her father had let her borrow. “It is still far preferable than being in Venice. Beautiful city, but what a horrific group of families to deal with.”

“Isn’t it grand?” Madalene said excitedly. The bustle of the city was one of the things she loved most about it. There was always something going on. “I cannot compare it with Venice, having never been...” She looked at her older sister excitedly. “What was it like there, Joanna? Was it really so awful?”

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hclywinds‌:

amice was usually in the market every day. there were herbs that needed to be bought and she needed to buy wine and other things that were needed to run her shop. today she also wanted to buy some food, and she saw a stand that was there. it was a pastry stall and she decided to stop at the stall and purchase a small meal. 

“oh! you’re too kind,” amice said tipping her hat down at the woman. “are you sure that you wish to do that?” she said smiling down at the woman. “i can give you something else, perhaps even just my company or a mead?” 

“Oh, I am quite sure,” Madalene assured her. “I like buying things for others. It can be my gift to you.”

Eyes scanning the stall’s wares, she picked out a few small dessert pastries for herself. “I would love some mead,” she confessed, “but I’m afraid my chaperone might not permit it.” She pointed out a formidable-looking man standing a good distance away, enough to give her a facade of privacy but still close enough to swoop in if he was needed. “I’ve been ill, and my parents are conscious of keeping me out of trouble while my health is still somewhat fragile.”

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themediciheir‌:

Funny, how the two had ended up returning to Florence nearly on the same day. There was no doubt that Madalene was gorgeous…stunning, even. His oceanic gaze lingered a bit longer before turning to dip his fingers into leather knapsack, “Now what kind of Medici would I be if I let a beautiful woman pay for me?” He offered giving her a smile. He’d intended on buying a basket of pastries to bring back with him to his mother…a peace offering, or a gift, he couldn’t decide. Either way if he were to waltz back into the lions den he might as well bring with him some offerings. Pointing at a few raspberry laden crumbles, some lemon curd pastries and a couple others he glanced at the much younger woman by his side. “You know, now, since I’ve offered you must pick out a few, and…unfortunately you’ll have to share one with me,” Luca gave her a smile. “And, perhaps a wine?”

Madalene smiled deviously. She could hear a voice in her head, sensible and vaguely similar to her father’s, warning her away from the eldest Medici. But she saw a game here, and she’d been so bored cooped up at home. She was going to seize any chance at entertainment she could.

“And what if I paid first?” she asked, already reaching to take a fistful of coins from her purse and holding them out to the stall’s owner. “Everything this gentlemen just pointed at,” she said. “And... a surprise! You pick something for me, signore. Surprise me.” She placed the coins in his hand and turned back to Luca, smiling. “I should warn you, Signore Medici, my chaperone has strict instructions to not let me do anything that might harm my health- including getting completely sozzled with the enemy.”

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newhcpes‌:

isabetta was a big fan of the market place. she became a brighter person around other people, their energy feeding hers. plus foods and jewelry were always a fun way to spend your money. today she was walking with two of her ladies, keeping an eye on her when she spotted a pastry stall. making sure she had a few coins in her pocket she smiled, and using a moment where her ladies were not focused on her she took off, running towards the stall hoping to get lost in the crowd. 

her eyes rolled over all of the baked goods when she hit the stand. she barely had the time to think before she was asked what she wanted. “that! i’ll take one of those, but only if you let me buy you something in return, perhaps some wine! to thank you for your kindness,” isabetta said, smiling at the kind woman in front of her. 

“Two biscotti, please,” she told the stall’s owner. She’d been having a difficult time picking something out for herself, and this woman seemed to have impeccable taste. 

“How would you feel about taking our biscotti and our wine, and having a picnic somewhere?” she suggested. “I can buy some bread while we’re here, and we could find somebody selling ham, perhaps...” she trailed off, looking up at the older woman with hopeful eyes. It felt like forever since she’d last had a real adventure.

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guiliaaragon‌:

Guilia had a coin in her pocket, she had always kept a few there, away from her coin purse, thieves were rampant in Florence, and it always served to have a second source of coin, just in case she needed it. That was why she had begun keeping those coins, she had continued keeping them out of comfort. The feeling of the smooth face almost flattened from so much shaving and clipping - Guilia was not one to let even the smallest value go to waste, no matter how criminal her actions - calmed her. Money was everything, and she liked to keep some close to her heart. 

She had been observing the freshly baked bread, trying to select one that seemed particularly appetising, when she heard the sound of shoes approaching her. The girl was bright, excited, and notably of a noble house. Guilia had studied all the great houses of Florence alongside the Medici Daughters. She knew a de Salviati when she saw one. “Do you not think I can afford to buy myself bread?” Her voice swelled with pride and offence. Money was everything, and Guilia always took it personally, “I may not have the wealth of the Salviati house behind me, Signorina, but the Medici family have not left me impoverished.” 

Madalene did not let her sunny exterior falter. She’d spent hours practicing her smile in front of a mirror when she first learned that she’d be permitted to leave her family’s grounds again in a few short weeks, afraid that someone might mention something- babies, physicians, death- and she’d betray herself by crying. As a bonus, it came in useful in situations like this one, too.

“Forgive me, you do not look like a Medici.” She knew not to trust her family’s rivals. She’d been told countless times by both parents. “I did not mean it as a slight, but as a gift. Today is a beautiful day. I just wanted to share some of the joy in my heart with a stranger. Is that so wrong?”

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aureliodesalviati‌:

despite aurelio’s usual calm and collected exterior, his sister’s illness had worried him a lot. it was safe to say it was a relief to hear she was actually able to leave the salviati premises for the first time in what seemed like ages. of course there’s be a guard of some kind with her, but he couldn’t resist searching her out too.

he found her at a market stand with baked goods. a gentle smile tugged on his lips as he approached. “i’ll have what you’re having.” he replied once she’d noticed his presence. “it’s good to see you enjoying yourself out here.” mentioned, shooting a pointed look at the guard who had been trying to - in elio’s eyes - ruin the fun.

“Elio!” she squealed, jumping up to wrap her arms around him in a hug. She loved all of her siblings, but she’d always felt as though she had more in common with the one closest in age to herself. “Are you here to rescue me?” she asked quietly, hopefully, making sure her head was turned away from her guard so that he would be unable to read her lips.

Returning her attention to the stall’s owner, she passed him a handful of coins. “Two bombolini, please. You can keep the change.” She knew she’d given him far too much money, but she was too excited to see her brother to waste time counting out coins.

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[maddiedesalviati]

Madalene had missed everything. It was her first day in the heart of Florence since her confinement, and every little thing was bringing her joy; the people, the noises, the sights. The scent of freshly baked goods caught her attention and she turned towards it, gathering her skirts in her hands and hurrying towards a small market stall. Behind her, she heard the bodyguard her parents had appointed yelling at her to slow down. She ignored him.

“Buongiorno,” she said to the stall’s owner excitedly. “I would like to buy something, per favore.” She was already reaching for her coin purse, brown eyes looking over the baked goods hungrily. Hearing movement behind her, she turned to look over her shoulder, smiling brightly at the person who’d come to join her in perusing. “What would you like?” she asked. “I’ll buy it for you.”

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12, 4, 1, 23

12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?

“That would be fair. It’s not really stealing if it was yours to begin with.”

4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?

“It depends. If the secret was a very… secret secret, I’d keep it. And if it was somebody important to me’s secret, I’d keep it, too. Trust is important.”

1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?

“I like to think I’m a nice person, but at the end of the day, I’d probably run to save my loved one.”

23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?

“Oh, I’m not the heroic type! I’m the… the tragic princess who gets locked away in a tower, or gets kidnapped by a dragon. I could never be my own hero, not ever.”

[rp-suggestionbox]

Interview my OC about questions that has no easy answer.

1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?

2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?

4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?

5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?

6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?

7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?

8. If you could gain as much money as you want for losing a sense, would you do it?

9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?

10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?

11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?

12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?

13. Could you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?

14. What of love? Say you discover your lifelong crush on another has finally been reciprocated… but they are currently dating a family member or a dear friend the crush feels responsible to honour. Do you force the break up? Date on the side? Bottle it up forever?

15. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?

16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?

18. Have you ever done something morally wrong? If it’s morally wrong do you regret it?

19. What is more likely a thought to you – that this world is wrong or that you are wrong?

20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?

21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?

22. How do you feel about having an intimate relationship with someone you don’t love? What if they love you in return? Does that make you feel guilty?

23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?

24. How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?

25. What is more important to you? An idea of yours being used and appreciated or the credit for that idea beings yours and yours alone?

26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?

27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?

28. How long would you wait for the one you love? A year? Fifteen years? Forever? Could you honestly be loyal to an unfulfilled love?

29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?

30. Do we live in a world of parallels? Can there be no hope without grief? No happiness without suffering? Or is a utopia possible?

31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?

32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?

33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?

34. What path appeals to you more? An exciting dream that leaves you possibly penniless and alone or a drab existence where you have steady success.

35. Is every person in this world wholly unique or can they be categorized? Can they be grouped and mentally dissected? Are you just another sheep in another flock or are you the sole unique soul?