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[flaviusofantioch-blog]

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So many--good afternoon.

[nobilis-flos]

+4 have knocked on the Door.

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eaglesdance

"Ciao... I'm sorry but Signore Lupo isn't in... Is there anything I can do to help you?"

[thyhumbleservant-archive-blog]

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Oh? Hello.

[bloodstainedcherub-blog]

arcadiocarzone replied to your post:♗ Aw thanks~!

//It's fine, I don't know why but yeah, have fun with Armand as your adopted dad :')

[redeemedsatanist-blog]

I want the K.

2. Cheek Kiss

While some ancients had the custom of biting their own lip or tongue before kissing a stranger to signify peaceful intentions, the younger ones adapted the mortal habit of kissing the cheeks upon meeting someone. The pretty vampire boy who introduced himself as Arcadio was one of these people who had the (questionable) joy of being affected by this new habit Santino took up in some eagerness to imitate mortals. 

"I am pleased to meet you," he assured, his hands on the shoulders of the sweet boy when kissing first the right, then the left cheek, delighted by the smooth softness of the white skin. "You're Italian as well, aren't you?"

[everlastingporcelain]

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[littlelostauditore]

♗

Ezio paused a moment, immobile. The boy had apparently drifted to sleep beside him, and had ended up on his lap.. He looked around, no one was exactly paying attention, but he couldn't really let the young one sleep on him like this...

"Signor.. Signor." He tried to rouse him with his voice, not daring to touch or shake him. He didn't want to risk being stabbed by a startled awake person, if they were anything like him.

[everlastingporcelain]

Signora Solderini, when and where were you happiest?

There’s a sort of modern phrase that says ignorance is a bliss, and sometimes innocence is a form of ignorance. If I were to pick a perfect time of my life to be happy then I’d say my childhood in Florence. I grew up nearly genderless, religionless, and I mean this because I saw myself no different from my brothers, I could run, I could jump, I could get dirty…I knew nothing about hate, despair or hunger. I lived happily with my brothers, I accepted and loved my mother as she was, there were happy times in the darkness of society. 

As time went on and I started and recognize this world I realized being happy wasn’t a blessing, but a challenge. I have always done my best to continue smiling, to find a new reason, our human souls are so powerful that we can create when we are lacking of something, happiness being one of those beautiful creations we can make having a little will.