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{to ayan from viviana} “ Maybe he just isn’t the right one for you. ”
"i...i can't fathom that being the truth. it's all i've held onto. no one...no one has ever looked at me the way he did. lady palazzo, what if i'm unfit for human companionship? wh-what if in another universe i am easier to love?" hands rubbed roughly over his eyes, "perhaps, uhm, it is time for me to give up on romance."
closed starter continued from here : ( luciano & alessio )
"not once...not once did you think of marriage with me?" voice soaked with melancholy, his lower lip quivering as if the words hurt to speak aloud. this had quickly become their new pattern, it was the same old dance, the one alessio always initiated and the one luciano always bowed out of. "fairytales are not always perfect," he shook his head, taking a step closer to luciano, "we could rewrite our story if you'd let yourself feel something. a beautiful, flawed story...a complete story." a hand reached up to cup luciano's cheek, lashes wet with tears alessio was trying to blink away. "why do you run from me so?" he was breathless, terrified, "what is it about me that makes you despise the thought of love?" his thumb trailed to luciano's lips, "and what of that kiss? was it nothing...just as your empty words of love were nothing?"
❛ The world is hard on ambitious girls. ❜ (Aylin & Giorgio)
with a soft smile, eyes flickered with something that was not quite pity, but more so sadness. "let's make it not so, then." it was far easier said than done, but if giorgio would advocate for aylin. as a fellow lover of academics, as well as for the lovely woman he was meant to be courting.
closed starter for : @blccdhurts location : the stables on the romano estate
it was a rarity for gianni to be out of his bed before the sun hung halfway in the sky, early mornings often spent pretending he was ill in bed to catch a few more hours of sleep and a few less hours of responsibilities. but, there was a storm brewing on the horizon. gianni could smell it and he assumed the talent came from the fact that he’d been adopted by the romano’s on a stormy afternoon, changing his fate in the most beautiful of ways. and there was nothing he loved more than a horseback ride in a storm. the feeling of rain in his hair, battering against his skin made him feel alive. he’d ( rather obnoxiously ) knocked on james’ door urging him to join him at the stables. he was in the midst of brushing brushing bruno, his beloved horse, when he heard the familiar footsteps of his brother. “james!” his voice boomed with excitement as if he hadn’t seen his brother no less than ten hours prior. “i assume your arrival means you’ll be joining me?”
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BRIDGERTON (2020 - ) | s01 ep06 'SWISH'
it takes every ounce of strength in her being to stay as still as she is, fingers itching to loosen the collar of her gown, to pry the chain from 'round her neck, jewels suddenly feeling as though they're digging into her throat itself. she can only hope that the discomfort stretching up her spine does not translate to splotches of heat climbing up toward her cheeks, as it once did in her girlhood. of all the people in verona that could have bumped into her, did it really have to be giorgio? his words—no, his admission—throws her for a loop, so much so that her gaze snaps toward him, a trace of vulnerability etched across her face for a mere moment before it shutters into cold neutrality, defenses lowering once more.
"yes. i have no more meetings for the rest of the day, and supper is a while off. i thought it wise to take some fresh air before then." and to escape the chaos that always seems to emanate from the orsino manor when her siblings are home. once again, maddalena is left to curse their parents for leaving her in charge of their house so prematurely. "is that quite alright with you, lord zetti?" there is no need for her tone to be quite so short with him, and she knows this, but it's a compulsion she has not been able to beat since their courtship crashed and burned.
how was it that she was so composed while he was praying the earth would swallow him whole at any given second? to spare giorgio the shame and to spare maddalena from the displeasure of having to see him. gaze lingered perhaps too long on her lovely features and, oh, how he could never find the right words to tell her how he felt. giorgio silently cursed himself for letting her slip through his fingers, for the way his cheeks were undeniably painted a bright pink, and for how fast his heart was pounding in his chest. surely maddalena could hear it, surely maddalena could feel it shaking the ground beneath their feet. giorgio had never been the best with people, he couldn’t read them and often couldn’t converse with them. but even he could tell by the look on her face that maddalena was, indeed, not pleased to see him.
“it seems you and i were of the same mind,” giorgio cleared his throat awkwardly. he’d needed time to think, to enjoy nature, to breathe. but maddelena had made it hard, no, impossible to breathe. he was taken aback by her tone, one that his younger sisters had used with him in the past, yet he didn’t fault her for it. “i…of course, lady orsini,” he took a cautious step closer. his next question burned on his tongue before he could stop it from spilling from his lips, “might i…might i have the honor of promenading with you?”
chiara smiled in gratitude. she supposed she could have requested a step ladder, but knowing her, she would end up falling and injuring herself. "thank you, my lord." once the book is in her hands, she feels the weight in her arms. it was a history book, she supposed history had a long story to tell. "i have not. i have been eyeing it for awhile, however. have you read it? i believe it is on the history of vikings."
“you may call me giorgio should you desire, my lady,” he’d never quite liked the reminder of his title ; it tended to make him recoil, much like the responsibilities he bore on his shoulders. his brown eyes grazed over the title of the book before he shook his head, “i have not. but do let me know if it’s worth a read. the vikings carried a deep respect for the stars and used them to guide them on their journeys.” cheeks blushed pink when he realized he’d likely shared more than the young lady cared to hear. “my apologies,” giorgio offered the brunette a soft, sheepish smile, “i find the stars to be fascinating and can speak too much on them.”
closed starter for : @cardvcci location : the foyer of the carducci estate, near midnight
shoes in hand, rosalia took each step down the long staircase with care ( she didn’t remember the staircase being such an odyssey ; perhaps it was the late hour, or the knowledge that she really ought to have been in bed ). aiming to remain as quiet and stealthy as possible, she took a sigh of relief as she hopped from the last step onto the floor of the foyer. leaning against the railing, rosalia slipped her shoes on only to hear someone clear their throat behind her. “rats,” she muttered before spinning on her heels to flash her brother an innocent smile. “luciano,” rosalia hummed, “are you alright? surely you ought to be resting.”
closed starter for : @stcrbendersgcrden ( sibille ) location : a tavern, nearing dawn
perhaps rosalia had told a tall tale, excusing herself to her chambers early in the evening, claiming she needed rest. and subsequently sneaking out of the carducci household towards a tavern on the outskirts of town. perhaps. drinks overflowed all night, rosalia danced like no one was watching, and her laughter filled the tavern with a warmth that rivaled the crackling fireplace in the corner. as she spun from another dance partner, her brown eyes met a dazzling pair and a coy smile curved onto her ruby lips. the young woman was seated alone, nursing a cup of ale and rosalia was drawn to her, heart skipping a beat as she made her way towards the woman. “i don’t think i’ve seen you dancing yet,” she mused, twirling a curl around her finger, “the night’s almost over. is there anything i can do to entice you to a dance?” rosalia’s lashes fluttered as she drunk the woman in, trying her level best to not get flustered.
{ alisha boe, 26, cis woman, she/her, carducci 4 } do you believe the rumors about ROSALIA CARDUCCI of HOUSE CARDUCCI ? a recent portrait of them reminds me of ALISHA BOE, because SHE is so EFFERVESCENT AND CAREFREE however, whispers have been saying they’re actually RECKLESS AND AVOIDANT maybe that’s why i think of RAIN SOAKED CURLS, MUD ON THE EDGE OF PRETTY DRESSES, & CHARMING GLOSSY SMILES.
eleonora swiped at a tear on her cheek, alessio's words touching her more than he could ever know. the two of them had been particularly close to their mother, and her loss was undoubtedly the most devastating of the three. to know that alessio, who had known the late lady pelliterri four years more, felt as if eleonora carried on her spirit, meant the absolute world to her. "you cannot leave us like they did," she entreated quietly, her hand once again securing its grip on his as if by doing so she could ensure longevity for him. alessio was mortal like any of them, of course she knew that, but she also believed that the man would find a way to cheat death if his younger sister asked. "petrifying," eleonora breathed. "i would marry him in an instant, were he to ask me, and it would make me happier than i could even fathom in this moment. how daunting, for one's own happiness to depend upon someone else." loving aryan came as naturally as breathing, but the facility of it was what frightened her most. it was as if she had an extra sense - and what would become of her, if it were suddenly ripped away? she considered her brother's words a moment, turning over her interactions with aryan in her mind. there were times she thought she had seen a glimmer of something in his eyes, but convinced herself that she was only seeing what it was she wanted to see. "i - i truly do not know. he is not very close with his siblings, you see. they do not understand him." not like i do. she managed a slight smile at alessio's brotherly protectiveness, knowing that he meant those words in earnest; he was one of the kindest and gentlest souls she had ever known, but she had no doubt that he would do absolutely anything for his family. "i do not think he is capable of hurting me, dear brother," she assured. not intentionally, at least. she sighed, then attempted a smile. "but even if he does not return my affections, i promise that i will never join a convent."
eleonora furrowed her brow as she looked up at her brother. "you are my hero, al. you have made sacrifice after sacrifice in order to care for our family, and you have never uttered a single word of complaint. we are constantly coming to you with our problems, and you always do absolutely everything in your power to solve them. you love us, provide for us, listen to us when no one else will. if anyone deserves love and happiness in this world, it is unequivocally you." she worried for him almost as much as he for her, though she knew she would never entirely understand the unique burdens placed on the shoulders of an eldest sibling. "you care for everyone, but who will care for you? your heart is a special thing, and it is not to be trusted with just anyone." she felt close to tears once more at alessio's beautiful words, too overwhelmed to speak. she wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her face into his shoulder, to comfort both of them and to block out the injustice of the world if only for a moment.
with every breath he took, alessio ached for his late mother. he was certain that a piece of him died on that day, that she’d carried it with her to return to him once they met again. and it brought him comfort to know that she could still hold him close. just as eleanora carried a piece of him, that no matter where his beloved sister was, he was in her heart. eleanora was a jewel, one of their mother’s crafting, and with each laugh and each smile, alessio could see the beauty of their mother as well as the beauty of his sister. his thumb gently traced her cheek, catching every tear that fell. her words, so vulnerable, so frightened struck a chord in his chest ; one that ached, one that he tried to bury. alessio feared leaving his siblings and vice-versa and as he squeezed her hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss he couldn’t help but wonder if he was about to die of a broken heart. it certainly felt that way, but alessio would never burden his sister with that worry. “who knows,” his voice aiming to sound mighty and laced with jest, “perhaps the elixir of life shall be discovered soon and you won’t have to worry about anything but putting up with me for the rest of eternity.” alessio gave her a lopsided grin, reaching over to poke her nose. her musings resonated in alessio’s chest, deep beneath his ribs in a place that ached to be healed. how terrifying, indeed. to place one’s happiness, one’s heart in the hands of another was both a brave, but most frightening surrender. to bear one’s entire being before another had a twisted beauty to it, one alessio knew all too well. and he’d hoped his siblings would find an easy love, someone who wrapped them in adoration that spilled from their chests. that they’d never doubt their worth. perhaps it’d been wishful thinking, mindless dreaming. “love is frightening,” he nodded, brushing a stray curl from eleanora’s face, “it is us surrendering, like a candle in the wind. with one single gust all can be gone.” his gaze softened, “but love is also the bravest act in the world. and i believe it can make us stronger, burn brighter.” thoughts slipped to luciano, as the often did, his expression falling for a split second. no, he had to compose himself and be present for his sister. a soft smile pulled on his lips as he gazed down at her, “it seems to me that he trusts you. that he lets himself be vulnerable with you.” as much of a pacifist alessio was ( and to a fault ), he’d fight tooth and nail against anyone who dare hurt his family. and if anyone were to break eleanora’s heart, they’d have to face alessio. gaze softened and a laugh spilled from his lips, “you promise? because i simply do not think the nuns would appreciate me popping in every day to say hello to you.”
no, it couldn’t be so. a hero alessio was not. he’d failed the pelliterri name in an attempt to get them back on their feet, he’d dug them into a bigger hole. “el, i fear i’m not made for this. to be the ruling lord,” it was a shaky admission, one he’d uttered plenty of times to himself but never aloud. “i will do everything i can to do right by my family, but i fall short. i always fall short.” eleanora’s words tugged at alessio’s heartstrings. was his heart really a special thing? as battered and bruised as it was? “perhaps my heart wasn’t meant to be cared for,” his voice shook, “and i must accept that.” as she leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around her protectively and sheltered her from any storm that threatened to blow their way just as he had when they were children.
closed starter for : @destinoinverona ( aylin ) location : a study in the yavuz home
it hasn’t been the most conventional way to spend an afternoon courting the woman one’s parents had matched you with, sitting together in a study ( with a chaperone, of course ). the roses giorgio had picked for aylin sat on a nearby desk almost mocking him for sitting on the opposite end of the couch from aylin, his nose buried in notes he’d taken on the stars’ alignment the night before. giorgio had snuck a few glances at aylin, admiring the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders and the way her nose scrunched up when she was focused on something she was studying. she didn’t seem the least bit interested in this match and he couldn’t blame her. clearing his throat awkwardly, giorgio gave aylin his undivided attention. “what, uhm, what are you studying, my lady?” and the roses across the room seemed to scoff at him once more.
THEO JAMES as SIDNEY PARKER Sanditon 1.02
this was a terrible, terrible mistake. possibly the worst he'd ever made -- possibly even the worst he would ever make. luciano had seen alessio and known instantly what it was he had to do ; draw a concrete line between what had been, then, and the present. they were to be two entirely different things. he had toyed with the concept of them being friends, but had pushed the idea away about as quickly as it had appeared in his mind. he was not strong enough for that. he had to ensure the implementation of, and then maintain, a clean break. he was almost impressed with just how badly he had managed to fuck that simple plan up. the less logical ( and lesser listened to ) side was becoming increasingly desperate in its pleas to ignore that line of thought and replace it with the oh-so-simple idea of falling back into their old ways. it was hard to ignore when alessio's touch alone melted the years worth of tension weighing down his shoulders like the softest candle wax under a measly flame. the other's insistence that he was good cut through his mind, landing like blows instead of reassuring. he did not want to hear it. he could not understand how alessio could even still think that after what had transpired.
"you are not listening to me," mumbled in frustration, half at alessio for that precise issue and the other half at his own pathetic lack of fortitude. "i have so much to be sorry for. you should not even entertain giving me the chance to put you back together," oh, but how much he wanted to now he'd seen him. "i have not earned that privilege." the softest sigh escaped slightly parted lips, eyes swimming with tears but nonetheless fixed intently on the beauty before him. fingers traced soft brown skin, "a most beautiful mosaic you are, but i cannot fix you." voice lowered to a whisper, edged with pure sorrow. "i have always been too broken to do so ; i was put together incorrectly in the first place, and now the pieces are so chipped and irregularly shaped so that there is no hope of cohesion. i cannot piece myself into something you deserve and so i cannot offer the same to you." perhaps naively, luciano hoped that answered alessio's questions. it was an explanation for what had happened, for how he was -- but crucially, not an excuse. "you deserve someone who will make you happy. somebody that you will not have to worry about fixing." still, limp and pliable like one of his sister's dolls, luciano let himself be handled, pulled ever closer to the very person he was trying to separate himself from. "i am afraid it can only ever end in heartbreak. we have already flown too close to the sun, our wings are long melted." silently content to be silenced by another kiss, luciano pressed his back against the wall. a hand fell to alessio's waist, tugging him ever closer only to break the kiss for a split second to announce "this has to be the last time," the other hand cups his face, holding him close despite the statement.
this was heaven. this was all he’d wanted. just to be in luciano’s divine presence and, oh, how he’d missed it, how he’d ached for it. the man he’d grasped for in every dream, the man who had his heart in the palm of his hands. all those soliloquies and declarations of love alessio had longed to spill from his lips, to wrap around luciano like a steadying embrace, like something that might finally make him feel whole. no, there was no chasm alessio wouldn’t dive across to be with luciano. and how he wished luciano would catch him, would keep him beneath his ribs and hold him there forever. alessio wouldn’t have to think about the years of heartbreak he’d endured away from luciano, he could stay there until the end of his days and never spend another from the only one he’d ever love. if the cosmos had brought them together once more, then surely the clouds themselves were holding them. and then he caught a glimpse of it, the walls that luciano had so meticulously built around himself came down, if only for a moment. alessio saw the pain that had buried its way into luciano’s brow, the agony that afflicted him was palpable. and, rather naively, alessio thought himself to be the one who could heal the hurt. in alessio’s mind’s eye, luciano’s heart was a beautiful star that had imploded and he could be the cure. he could remind luciano of his worth.
with a hand over luciano’s heart, alessio gripped at his shirt, fingers grasping for all he wanted in life. the pain that soaked the other’s voice threatened to engulf alessio and he could only imagine that luciano was drowning. why could alessio not be his salvation? and he could not bear it, he could not bear for luciano to feel any guilt or shame. “you do not have to earn anything when it comes to me,” his voice trembled, fingers delicately stroking luciano’s cheek. “you can fix me," his voice a whisper, desperation laced every syllable. his lips brushed against luciano’s skin to catch the tears that fell, nose nudging against the other’s. "you did not deserve to be handled so carelessly, so cruelly by those who were meant to love you," alessio's touch ghosted across luciano's features, his thumb imprinting upon the lips he knew so well. "you were mishandled and it is unfair." the blood beneath alessio's skin boiled at the very thought of luciano being treated poorly, but he drew a trembling breath and steadied himself to the moment. "might i be able to mend you? can my love please be your remedy? you don't have to be whole...i'm not asking for that." even in the bloodshed, even in the ruin, even in the great war, luciano was all alessio reached for. “you make me happy, luciano. you,” brown eyes met the pair that fate had bound to his, the force enough to knock the breath from alessio's lungs. “do you regret it? do you regret me?” the question had echoed in his mind, carving its way into his every thought. had alessio been a mistake? alessio's hammering heart buried against luciano’s for him to keep. he was laid out before luciano like wreckage and the only salvation was his embrace. alessio's hand claimed luciano's back, splayed across it as he held him in a tight embrace. "no, no. it doesn't have to end in heartbreak," he tilted luciano's chin up, "how can you speak of melted wings when you are carved from marble?" when luciano's hand found his waist, a shiver ran up alessio's spine. a sigh fell from alessio's lips they read the sacred language he and luciano had created for themselves. he took luciano in like the air he needed to breathe, breath uneven and heavy as his tongue brushed against luciano’s if only for a moment. he felt greedy between the racing beats of his heart and the fingers that gently dug into luciano's waist. his body was flush against luciano's and he could feel every heartbeat from the other's chest. 'this has to be the last time.' the words punched his stomach, and all he could do was shake his head. it couldn't be. "i love you, luciano. i will spend my entire life fighting for you, fighting to hold your heart,” lips traveled to luciano's jawline as he murmured, “and i swear i’ll hold it so carefully, luc. so carefully.”
viviana beamed, tapping a finger on the artist's nose before returning to her task. ayan was adorable, there was simply no way around it. he was also genuinely good and kind, and though his appreciation of her had been rooted largely in aesthetics, he also seemed to respect her as a person with thoughts and feelings of her own. it was something she clung to more and more these days, with most men viewing her as nothing more than a source for a single evening of amusement. "you are simply too sweet, cucciolo," she replied, touching a hand to his shoulder. "but i insist. really, when was the last time you ate or even took a break?" she reiterated, looking him over with a concerned eye.
a fierce blush took over his features, nervous laughter filling the space between them. viviana was exceptional and ayan was still finding it difficult to truly capture her in his art, a challenge he’d admittedly never faced before. the lady palazzo was more than just outer beauty ( and trust, she was captivating ), she had a spark inside of her that lit the world on fire in the most magnificent of ways. and her touch, ever so gentle, to his shoulder sent a shiver up his spine, the pet name drawing a shy smile to his lips. “i’m…i’m not sweet,” ayan shook his head, gaze drifting to his feet for a moment. at her question, he shrunk into himself and scrunched his nose up, well aware he was about to get a scolding. “well, i got up before the sun rose and…” he shrugged slowly, “i’ve been working ever since.
emeline was used to the riders moving past her. it was not a comment on her ability to catch the eyes of others, but more so that she was not a loud individual. the loudest part of her was usually her style of dress, in the colors and the constant flowers arranged in her dark hair. so people may glance, but that was usually it. so when gianni spoke to her in such a way, emeline could not help but check to see if there was someone else nearby. when it became clear, she could not help but giggle- red dusting her cheeks.
"am i-...oh, goodness. no, no, i was here to do- well, i was here to see how it was here. i've got an idea for a story i am in the middle of and was trying to make sure it was accurate." there was a pause, curiosity overtaking. "do you think it would behoove me to get a ride with you my lord?"
had he known he’d be running into someone so delightful, gianni might’ve cleaned himself up a bit. might’ve. oh, he had to know her name. gianni was certain it was something lovely like - suddenly he realized his jaw was agape and a rather uncharacteristic blush tickled his cheeks. her giggle drew a bright laugh from his chest, his gaze lingering unabashedly.
“a story, you say? color me impressed, my lady,” a hum as gianni ran a soothing hand over the horse’s neck. “and are you the main character in this story? i’d love to give it a read and memorize it front to back,” brown eyes flickered as a coy smile played on his lips. gianni straightened his back up as if he were trying to impress her as he nodded, “i do think it would behoove you. bruno here, and i would be smitten to give you a memorable experience.”
