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- text to [ CESARE ];; But the monkey. how? why?
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▲ @idiosynchronics II
- text to [ CESARE ];; But the monkey. how? why?
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- text to [ R. BORGIA ];; If they’re inappropriate, maybe you should delete them.
❝ i NEVER said that i want this. this burden came to me. ❞
@idiosynchronics // liked for a lyric starter for lucrezia
wolsey has been summoned. the journey has agonized thomas’ mind and he can’t help but see the worse case scenario: it is a death sentence. wolsey seems willing to go, but thomas cannot understand why — how can a man walk to his own death? but thomas will not allow it. so he has made alternative plans. he knocks on his chamber door in the middle of the night; this is the only way. he has deliberated enough, trying to will himself to let the orders stand but he cannot. into the room he goes, without hesitation — he never does so unless it was an emergency. this he can safely consider to be so. he goes to the bed, his face weary but determined. “i’ve arranged for safe passage to italy. your grace ——— we must go.”
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@idiosynchronics (John) [ sc! ]
“You look like shit, John.” she states plainly. Not that she’s surprised, people ended up here only after having a particularly bad time. She steps to the side and gestures into the room where she kept all her medical equipment. “Sit down before you fall over.”
“Now then,” she begins thusly, smoothly sliding into the seat directly opposite, sumptuous lunch spread out before them. “Every man likes to be in control of each individual aspect of his life. Do not consider it as some stranger come to steal that which is yours by right, and frankly, none of anyone else’s concern - but see it rather as one with your best interests at heart (and at your specific request) maintaining the dignity of your legacy while you reap the rewards. That is, of course, the business of pleasure...and I’ll E A T my HEEL if you can find someone who can do it B E T T E R.” modern starter ll for rodrigo borgia @idiosynchronics
🍸 how handsome is daario naharis?
Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.
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The spoken words had her biting down the corner of her lips, willing herself not to surrender to a smile of amusement. Indeed, how handsome could Daario Naharis be? How often did he boast of the women he had conquered or the men he had forever silenced? Some times she did wonder whether she was simply another girl he had captured beneath his bed-sheets, swayed by his silver tongue and haunted looks. “ Not quite as handsome as he thinks. ” This time she grinned as she spoke this sweet lie. Daenerys could have spent an eternity brushing her fingers through his flowing blue locks, tracing the lines upon his smooth skin, kissing every scar ( indeed, even his scars were beautiful ). Yet Daario was no noble lord nor a valiant knight. He was a sellsword with a conscious worthy of a trickster and should he realize the power he held over her, she was afraid he would MASTER her.
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She didn’t like it, but she also never complained. Ellie knew that he couldn’t just simply forget about his work every time she decided to visit, but at the same time, she would have liked to spend more time with him. – With a smile on her lips, she shook her head at him. “Of course not, not everyone likes these movies, they’re like wine. They’re an acquired taste.” Because that’s what people said about wine, right? she honestly was not sure, but perhaps he wouldn’t notice her mistake If one had been made. “But it’s the fact that they’re so bad that they are so interesting to watch.” She reached for his hand and pressed it against her lips. “She’s so dying, how much do you want to bet?”