#antonio 1

[nevofdreams]

written for: @saltandstatic set: masquerade ball

She’d been too lost in her thoughts to hear her name uttered until she almost ran into him. Heat rose to her cheeks immediately and she apologized for her distraction. “  I didn’t spill on you, or anything, did I?  ” Nevin glanced at his attire, letting a breathe of relief out when she noticed no damage. “  I guess I must have zoned out. What were you saying?  ”

[ilserafino]

@infanteantonio

Francesco was not particularly... strong. And so he had stepped aside to take a directory role, commanding others to place the remnants of sculptures and paintings against the still standing castle wall. And so despite the fact that he did not lift a finger except to inspect what remained and declare what could be retained and what he recommended be thrown out, it was mere misfortune that he had stood under the wrong spot, that chunks of rubble had fallen down on him — fortunate he was still, for it had missed his head, but a large chunk of rock had hit shoulder and arm, that it had caused him to fall and hit his head. The peasants assisted him immediately, but he was complaining in murmurs about the pain and the fact that blood was seeping through his silks. He was fine, really. And when on their way to the tent they encountered Antonio, Francesco waved him over. “I’m going to die,” he informed him, his tone dramatic and final. “Tell my siblings I love them deeply. Give my good paintings to the Church; the rest you can burn.”