#fiammina

[hippography]

FIAMMINA, 2 1. kl. gn. (Bafur — Elwira po Sly Fox) ur. w stadzie Alfr. hr. Potockiego, własność Konstantego hr. Zamoyskiego, wygrała w r. b. na 7 startów pięć gonitw wartości 25.000 zł. (żok. Magdaliński).

(Fot.: N. Pełczyński —Warszawa).

Jeździec i Hodowca, Nr. 51, 19 grudnia 1931

[thelonelypianist-blog1]

@fiammina

Rehearsal was going... well, Roderich didn’t want to say it was going poorly, for it wasn’t, but smoothly certainly wasn’t the right descriptive, either. He supposed, for a rehearsal with Lorenzo, it was going as smoothly as it possibly could go. Antonio luckily wasn’t present for that day’s practice, so admittedly, things could be worse. 

But, as much as he hated to admit it, any bumps in the road were entirely Roderich’s fault this time. His hands were shaking, causing him to mess up his cues, his mind foggy. 

They’d already stopped many times, but once again, Roderich halted at the piano, the music coming to an abrupt end as a wave of dizziness washing over him. Coughing into his sleeve, he grimaced, waiting till he caught his breath to speak. “I-- I apologize. This must be frustrating for you.”

[breathingstarliight-blog]

@fiammina asked:  "I’ve got a headache, that’s all."

“Oh, don’t play it off, Lorenzo,” Josephine begged, “everyone is coming down with a cold or with the flu, it’d be best to get some help now before it gets worse!”

With a fond roll of her eyes, mostly at the other’s stubbornness, she couldn’t help but be somewhat amused. It wasn’t often that Lorenzo really opened up, so for her to find out it was a headache at all was surprising! 

She was glad, though, she couldn’t bear to see a fellow performer go without care. 

“At least let me take care of you for the day, or something?” 

[florecitx]

fiammina asked “ 🌸 :3”

      It didn’t take long for the news to reach Antonio, but truthfully he wasn’t sure what to do with it. He certainly wanted to go and at least visit, but would that come off as too forward? And should he even bring flowers? In the end he figured it didn’t so much matter if he did or didn’t, certainly he would get some snarky remark. So he strummed himself up a couple of flowers and tied them together with a ribbon he had lying around. Once he made his way down the halls, he lightly knocked on the door and waited for a response. 

[theimmortalshowman-blog]

@fiammina

“Ah, Lorenzo, I was hoping to speak with you,” Arthur motioned towards the other, thankful that he had caught him when a free second had been bestowed upon the showman. It was with a short smile that Arthur continued, “I just wanted to let you know that tomorrow, although a week day, you can take the day and night for yourself. I hope to get around everyone at some point, to let them know they can rest, but...”

He gestured to the papers in his hands, then to the operations happening around him, “an event won’t run itself.”

[theimmortalshowman-blog]

@fiammina asked: ❛ i don’t mess with spirits. ❜

“Hm, neither do I,” Arthur admitted, “at least not in a way that would provoke them without reason.” 

He was not going to lie, but he had his fair share of experience with spirits - some good, and some considerably more annoying. As of late, however, he hadn’t really paid such things any mind. A shadow might dive past his peripherals every-so-often, but nothing much. 

But this time of year? Whether it be ghouls and ghosts that are genuine or not, the activity seemed to heighten. 

“Why don’t you, for a better word, provoke them?” 

[thelonelypianist-blog1]

A certain Italian doesn't look very happy. "Why the hell is Antonio in my new performance?"

Roderich didn’t even look up from what he was doing, simply continued writing down his notes. “Because, as much as I am loathe to admit it, he is our best guitarist.” He looked up with a pointed gaze. “Don’t you wish for your performance to be nothing short of perfection?”

[lili-takes-flight-blog]

☽

my muse’s reaction to yours:☽ = wandering alone at night

@fiammina

Lili was hanging from the banister of a fire escape that led down from her fourth-floor apartment space when she saw Lorenzo walk by below. Her feet made some noise as they made contact with the metal when she clamored back to her feet. ‘Why is he all alone?’ She asked herself.

Then, resolving to remedy that matter, despite not knowing this man well, she quickly made her way down the steps and after him. “Wait!”