#fintare

[artantique-blog]

[blesseddexth]

             Romans. Ugh. Perhaps Macaria shouldn’t judge others by their nation, but when it came to beings that had been around since the creation of a certain empire that had wiped out what had been her people, she was biased. This one may have been half Greek — half divinely Greek to boot — but still... So very Roman. 

This was why she sighed whenever a pope was chosen for the fields, because that meant she had to go to Rome.

“I’m just doing my job, okay? Any chance I can just slip in and out without a word?” Probably not, now that she had been spotted, but it was worth a shot.

@fintare // call

[animusviincit]

@fintare

“So this is what truly happens in this room? You reveal yourself to the new pontiff?” Alessandro’s gaze remained on the young woman, still trying to figure out wether she had lied or not. Of course he had often seen Vittoria in the Vatican, but until now only mysteries had surrounded her. And certainly this wasn’t the explanation he or his sister had expected.

[amourdaughter-blog]

( Closed starter for @fintare )

❝ So I have to sleep HERE. ❞ Valentina WRINKLED her nose in DISGUST as she was shown the BARRACK that would be her home for the duration of her stay at CAMP JUPITER. ❝ Can’t I get an UPGRADE ? ❞ Valentina pouted && started to flutter her eyelashes, trying to get by with her CHARM like she was used to. The ROMAN bunks were horrible in comparison to CABIN TEN, she was starting to seriously REGRET leaving Camp Half Blood to participate in the exchange program. 

[buriedson]

@fintare.

     the  tender  drags  a  rag  over  his  shoulder  and  stacks  a  few  freshly  cleaned  glasses  on  a  shelf.  he  turns  towards  her,    flicking  some  water  droplets  from  his  fingers  before  he  pats  his  hands  on  the  rag.   “  i  have  to  do  inventory  after  the  shift  tonight.  so  i  figured  we  could  just  grab  pizza  on  the  way  home  when  i’m  done?  “

[shiokataru-blog]

@fintare​

               “... ---- I would be careful about handling that blade, if I were you.” He leaned forward and propped his chin in the palm of his hand. “Legends say that that weapon in particular was used to cut all eight heads from a fearsome and powerful demon, so... Unless you’re just dying to have your flesh shrivel up and turn pitch-black due to the leftover venom of his blood, I’d suggest keeping it in its sheath.”

[indispensablx]

@fintare liked for a thing.

      it was almost a TRADITION for a bride’s new mother-in-law to be some degree of difficult with her, as if it were an initiation of sorts, and yet contessina had been unable to remind herself of that before cosimo’s mother and her words sank under her skin. he had a mistress somewhere in rome. the thought of her husband already having another woman made her uneasy but when piccarda came to her a second time, purposefully mentioning a woman among the guests from rome, the bride was made to feel almost on edge. in a bid to be polite, also wanting to see if her suspicions had been correct or simple paranoia, contessina made her way over to the other woman once she had seen her husband drift away from her and offered a polite smile. 

❝ cosimo is glad you could join us, signora, you are a friend of the medici i believe? ❞

[maniacollisionarchive-blog]

@fintare liked for a starter 

“There --- there are a lot of ghosts here.”