Sep 23, 2021
“these are all my recipes.”
@inprometheanfire
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“these are all my recipes.”
@inprometheanfire
it’s the last thing she wants to ask. there are far too many reasons for her to not to. to simply want to forget it. the main one being she loves him, she really loves him, doesn’t she? but the absence is too strong, isn’t it? at the last three parties, the talk around town was that he had made some trouble for nik. george had always been a big talker. and she wonders. of course she does. because the talk about nik has never been good and she’s always known who he is, hasn’t she? always. does it only matter to her now that it’s because george was someone she knew? what sort of person does that make her? he’s just come into her room now but she’s up quickly. she almost feels dizzy with the motion. “i have ask, nik...i have to ask about george.”
@anditsxsorrows
“what makes you think i wasn’t listening?”
@ofimaginarybeings
“well, this is certainly upsetting.”
@everflaming
she should probably hate him. down right despise him. her whole life feels so terribly like a mess. every morning she looks around at her situation and wonders what had she gotten herself into. two years ago she had been too young and too stupid to not know that love cannot conquer all. no matter how badly she needed it to. he was dangerous. everyone knew that. who didn’t know the name Cesare Borgia. all who heard it trembled in fear. all who heard it knew just as she did. the only difference was she wasn’t afraid. no, she adored him. she loved him. she was devoted to him with every fiber of her being. he meant more to her than anyone else ever could. nothing could have changed her devotion to him. nothing could have altered her love for him. she was able to turn a blind eye to everything that he was, everything he did. she knew but she didn’t care to hear about any of it. some nights she would watch him sleeping thinking no demon could love her as thoroughly and completely as he did.
it was the baby that made her change her mind. made her say that the life of violence had to be kept apart from them. it was the baby that changed her. a love even stronger than the one she had for cesare. which was insane. she was filled with so much love she felt as if she might die from it all. but she had survived. with her baby she had survived away from cesare for some time. a little over a year but then he was back in her life again. not changed, not that she would ever hope for him to be a changed man. he was something better left unaltered, so beautiful in his darkness that she was certain that she would be forever captivated, forever imprisoned. he told her that it wasn’t safe for her here or the baby.
and now here they are, hidden away from the world. she doesn’t ask too many questions. but she does watch him. wondering what’s caused him to seize her like this. as if she’s someone’s property, to be carried around without explanation. but looking at him now she feels this unrelenting pang, she is someone’s. she’s his. the baby is asleep, the world feels gray. but he’s a streak of darker color running through her. her cesare, the fire inside her that would not die no matter how much she ran. he’s come back to her. but she can’t bask in it. she resorts to anger. because anger is easier than falling into all that love again. “will you be staying with us? here?” and she finds that she wants him to. in spite of everything she knows she wants him to. so willing to give herself over to him all over again. she’s hardly even ashamed of it.
@ofimaginarybeings
“i don’t know. i’ve had better.”
@inprometheanfire
things had taken such an unexpected turn. when the saxons had arrived she had expected a war. something short though with niklaus coming out with the victory. she had expected so much and yet all faltered now. there was an unsteady peace, with the two kings left in a standstill to simply keep themselves alive until this one fight was fought. and then what? the hostage, the future queen was returned safely. and she wondered if she would truly be let go. niklaus was not entirely a man of his word. she knew she cared enough for him to point out the obvious brutality of his faults. and yet she didn’t think they should let anne go to be queen of the saxons, to live a life that she could see now would not fulfill her. something was changed in her. and it had to do with the path that had to be taken. she was sure of this. her visions were cloudy but she knew what she saw at the end of it all. she knew what points were most vibrant. there was anne and her soldier, there was the bright saxon king and a child. everything was different now. and she feels so weighty. only now she feels she must steady herself. she told anne to stay with her, to keep sheltered away from the men and their planning, from the battle looming, and whatever came next. she reaches to lightly touch her hand. she’s washed and clean now but there’s sadness to her that lingers. “i wouldn’t worry about it so much. i’ve seen you, in my visions i’ve seen you.”
@ofimaginarybeings
“just let me finish this.”
@everflaming