[rcsaliina]

closed starter for: @milotrezza where: library of verona.

the library was more rosalina's home than the ignazio residence. in fairness, the libraries there were good too. she was incredibly proud of her own highly curated collection. tucked away in her usual spot -- a hiding place, far above the main expanse of the library -- she emitted a soft sigh as she finished another book. time find a new one and hope she could find one she hadn't already read. book stuffed under her arm, she rose to begin her descent only to jump out of her skin -- book thumping to the floor -- when another person materialised from nowhere. "oh my god," rosalina gasped, hand on her chest. "... i thought i was the only person who knew about this space." though she couldn't say she was surprised that it was milo trezza that also knew about it. she smiled at him. "here to avoid all of the blame talk, too? i do not think i have ever appreciated the escapism books provide quite so much as i do right now."

[stcrbendersgcrden-deactivated20]

Addressed to: anyone Location: the scala tombs

while a destination for some in the days before, it did feel as though more people lingered in the area around the tombs after the death...-nay, murder of lord apollo. it had people lingering on the thoughts of mortality it seemed. which was a rational through line. sibille, though, found some amounts of frustration mounting. this was her place to go after a decent score or a place to be alone to think. too many seemed to find the place creepy on nights that were not celebratory.

the thief sighed to herself, side stepping a large ornate statue to the scala family and went deeper still. no one else was usually here. actually, never here. so when she stepped into the deepest parts and heard the sound of footsteps, she froze slightly. "i could do without the fear of someone in the dark. especially in these shadowed times. who ever else is in this tomb, please make yourself known-" and she even added a little wiggle in her tone, to make it seem like fear.

[rcsaliina]

she was disappointed to come face to face with the increased popularity of one of her usually vacant haunts. it was perhaps predictable, given the relevance of death, but rosalina would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little surprised to see people dotted about the tombs. they had already driven off much of the wildlife, she was displeased to note as she followed her standard route around the tombs.

nose in a book, ros glanced up only at the unexpected sound of another voice -- half-echoed, but half-dampened by their sculptured surroundings. she bit back a quiet laugh, but halted in her path. "if you were trying to avoid the fear of someone in the dark, you have surely not picked the right place to be." offered matter-of-factly.

[gifshistorical]

PERSUASION (2022)

[alicerohrwacher]

CLINTON LIBERTY as ADDAM OF HULL

in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON S02E02 "Rhaenyra the Cruel"

[destinoinverona]

nirav was ready for a fight if needed. of course, he'd probably get his ass handed to him, but he had a little bit of optimistic hope that he'd prevail. his face remained stern, reflexes ready at the drop of a hat. though, as he was steered out of immediate danger, his shoulders relaxed. a brow raised, a smirk appearing on his face. nirav rather liked feeling like a hero. "you're welcome. you're the one who is supposed to patch me up, not the other way around."

[rcsaliina]

he was grateful to have been able to diffuse the situation. or maybe more accurately, simply escape it before he could even do so. either way, the pair of them were out of harm's way without incident for once. "i do not particularly like your odds against him either," uttered softly, half-joking and half a genuine warning should the mood suddenly strike nirav. "exactly. though i should clarify i would much prefer if neither of us had to patch the other up. speaking of, though, show me that hand of yours, will you? does it feel any better?"

[milotrezza]

closed starter with @vitclis

location: matteo's office

milo often wondered if he had, in fact, spent more of his childhood in the company of physicians rather than his own parents, or if that was simply emotion clouding such a judgment. regardless, he had developed robust anxiety - oh, all right, flat-out fear - regarding nearly every individual in the medical profession. his present company was so notable an exception it was often difficult to reconcile such deeply entrenched unease with the peaceful camaraderie he experienced with the young doctor. soon after their first meeting, milo had told his siblings that he would see no physician other than matteo vitale. it was rare for him, retiring and meek as he was, to make such a sweeping declaration, but he had faith that they would honor his request and not push the issue. so many of those doctors had done more harm than good, but matteo was different; he took his time with his patients, listened to them, and overall seemed much more interested in their health rather than the contents of their purse. yet despite milo's undying admiration and gratitude for doctor vitale, today's appointment had been quickly derailed by way of his fixation on a dying plant. "too much sunlight," he remarked, gently prodding at the dry soil in the pot he was clutching to his chest. "the golden pothos does well in environments like this, but if you would like it to thrive, it must be kept away from the windows."

[rcsaliina]

by the third meeting, matteo had come to expect any appointment involving milo would be derailed one way or another. he never minded, really, buoyed happily along by the simple knowledge that milo had chosen him to trust with his health. and if the reports were to be believed, only him, which was perhaps the highest honour someone with milo's history could bestow upon their physician. he stood to join him, careful not to crowd his space but leaning in slightly to watch what he was doing. he pulled a face, wincing slightly at the pitiful state of his poor plant. his strengths certainly lay with treating human conditions and not keeping flora alive. "oh," said softly as he turned to seek out a better place to keep the plant. "but it can be remedied? and where would you suggest i keep it?" he frowned. "i fear it is a bad sign if i am doing this badly with something that is supposedly very easy to maintain."

[barbieaemond]

CLINTON LIBERTY as ADDAM OF HULL 2.07 "The Red Sowing"

[destinoinverona]

open for 4 replies!

location: tavern or outside of a tavern

he could hear the yelling and slurred words before actually seeing who was speaking them. usually, he wasn't one for drama (that's not true), so he crept through the packed patrons to see two people. one, tall, ugly, and drunk man. the other...looked out of the place. perhaps it was the ale in his veins or perhaps he was just in a heroic mood, but he walked towards the other two and spoke. "i'm sure whatever happened is a big mistake," nadir spoke, attempting to explain to the drunk man. "this person is with me and meant no harm."

[rcsaliina]

matteo, on the other hand, was very much not one for drama. at all. well, maybe sometimes he liked to be the resolver of it, but he didn't think that really counted. to say he felt out of place finding himself in the middle of a bar fight was... accurate. matteo was tall -- well above average -- and by no means feeble, but the mountain of a man towering over him was something else. he tried not to smile when his saviour arrived and it was a familiar face and failing, adopted for an expression of innocence and apology aimed towards the aggressor. "my friend is right, i meant absolutely no harm and i apologise profusely for any offence caused." seeing a way out, he planted a hand on nirav's shoulder and gently steered him out of earshot, hurrying behind him. "i must say, i do not like these situations when our usual roles are reversed. but thank you for the save. i did not fancy my odds against that man one bit."

[rcsaliina]

{clinton liberty, 25, cis man, he/him, vitale #4} do you believe the rumors about MATTEO of HOUSE VITALE? a recent portrait of them reminds me of CLINTON LIBERTY, because HE is so DILIGENT AND THOUGHTFUL. however, whispers have been saying they’re actually PERFECTIONISTIC AND INDECISIVE. maybe that’s why i think of INK-STAINED FINGERS, HERB BUNCHES TIED NEATLY WITH A BOW, AN UNQUENCHABLE THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE.

full name: matteo emeka vitale. nickname(s): teo. title: lord vitale. birthday: 26th october. gender / pronouns: cis man & he / him. orientation: bisexual / biromantic. personality: curious, passionate, overcritical, stubborn. languages spoken: italian, spanish, english, latin, greek, arabic. relationship status: unbetrothed. build: athletic, muscular. side: destra.

the youngest child of the prominent vitale famiy in verona, nobody was surprised when matteo showed an aptitude for healing from a young age. his interest was encouraged, skills fine tuned even before he was old enough to explain what he was doing.

unlike his parents, the different sides of the feud did not a present an issue for him. he would help whoever was in need of it, regardless of stance.

matteo represented the softer side of the family, raised within the feud, yes, but never really giving it much thought. he'd rather spend his days buried in books, learning anything he could about medicine, health and the human condition.

wanting to become a physician, he went to the university of padua to study medicine under the great anatomists of the time. from there, he set out on travels -- seeking the innovators in the subject across the world to learn from.

after several years, he returned much changed, a far more confident physician and healer than he'd ever been, and more confident within himself too. he was never going to be brash, but has learned the art of standing up for oneself and his beliefs. he is still generally a little shy, never one to put himself out there without a push.

matteo can often be found in the poorest parts of town, healing and caring for those there without a single thought for lining his pocket much to his parents' chagrin. he loves his work and lives for helping people, in however small a way.

wanted connections. pinterest.

patients. new, old, short term, long term. formerly his parents' now moving to his care thanks to his preoccupation with the latest research and experiments. or maybe they've always sought him out.

childhood friends. pretty self-explanatory, they would've grown up in verona too. maybe they kept in touch while teo was away, or maybe there's been a reunion since with lots of catching up to do.

fellow academics. by which i mean nerds. those, like matteo, who enjoy learning -- and discussing what they've learned and what it means! his preferences lie mostly in the sciences, but he loves any subject and any opportunity to teach or learn from someone else.

[tragicsiblings]

Clinton Liberty as Addam Velaryon HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022– ) 2×07 • The Red Sowing

[flymarlo]

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