#iilvecchio

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Daughter of Rome

@iilvecchio

"Messer," Clarice smiled politely as she came across the young man in the market. She was just coming from one of the poor houses she helped out at with Father Carlo. She had been there since daybreak and would have stayed longer if Carlo hadn't insisted she returned home. But she had bought some extra bread and had planned to pass it to some struggling families she knew of in the lower parts of the city.

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@iilvecchio inquired: 🐤 ( jaime )

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours. ⤷ Accepting!!

“You said dinner would be on you!”

[ascendgravity-moved]

FEATURES PINCHED DOWNWARDS, marring the beauty that was Willa Kirk. She looked at Cat, head cocked to the side. "I don't understand," she said. Most people assumed Willa was rather dull, but if fact, she was too smart for her own good, putting the woman at a disadvantage when it came to social interactions. @iilvecchio

[fenixburnedmoved]

@iilvecchio ( for Andrássy )

Looking at the guests of tonight's soirée fills Amalia's heart with joy. Many members of the aristocracy are attending and therefore present many opportunities to make her name known. Taking a drink from the nearest tray the young actress slowly makes her way through the room, until her eyes meet those of a man well known in all of Vienna. He doesn't seem to be engaged in a conversation and so Amalia approaches.

"I hope our Shakespeare could win your approval, Graf Andrássy?" Perhaps Anne Neville in Richard III isn't exactly her favourite role, but it got her on the stage of the Burgtheater.

[hatigave-a]

                        softness hardens,   becomes a knife against her thigh.    becomes poison slipping on the way down.    city is as alive as ever      -       breathes an air of indifference.    LIFE IS ALREADY HARD ENOUGH FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNAWARE OF THINGS GOING DOWN IN THE SHADOWS.      she is looking for a way out        ;         can hear the guard following her     (    it’s always the sound of hurried footsteps that gives them away,    always the same melody which sets heart racing.    )       ASSASSIN ROUNDS A CORNER,     sees opportunity in the blink of an eye.    has nothing to lose if she plays her cards right     !    

❝  excuse me    -  ❞     arms wrap around other’s neck,  shifts her weight to lean up a bit,   moves herself and other so that back faces oncoming guard.    ❝  -    but i do require some assistance,  and you look as if you would not mind terribly giving it.  ❞      WOLVES SMILE BREAKS THROUGH STORM CLOUDS.   hand reaching up to cup a cheek          /           kisses other without a second thought.   peaks through half closed eyes,   hopes that guard slips past her sooner rather than later.     

@iilvecchio​ 

[theirundyinglight]

@iilvecchio​ liked for a charlotte d’albret starter ( for viola ) !!

“ thank you, i’m not yet used to rome, i get a bit lost now and then. ” charlotte was ecstatic to be in the city, to start a whole new chapter of her life free from her greedy and cold family in france. it came with challenges of course, but it was all quite worth it in her eyes. all she needed now was simply her husband returning safe and sound and everything would be perfect. “ i sort of strayed away from my guard. i want to explore freely before this one causes my confinement. ” charlotte hummed, gently patting her pregnant stomach. 

[iinmortales-archive]

          ‘ so, what exactly are you hoping to find on this expedition. ‘ she’d seen the add. an english lady turned archeologist was looking for a translator, someone familiar with more obscure dialects. someone who could navigate the icy waters and blinding snow. and she intended to look in the very same place eivor had grown up. ‘ you must be looking for something specific to go so such an area. ‘

@iilvecchio​ for lara 

[ofxavalon-archive]

@iilvecchio​ said:  ◈ ( lance for guin )

            they were preparing to leave. as much as she couldn’t stand to have father carden and his paladins in her home, it was the monk she couldn’t bear to have gone. she still didn’t even know his name, and yet it felt like there was a tether between them. ‘ please, ‘ she begged as she found him alone, making final preparations for departure. the princess of carmelide, begging. something else that only he would know of. she approached him, grasping desperately to the front of his cloak. if there were tears gathering in her eyes, she refused to acknowledge them. ‘ please, don’t go with them. stay. ‘ they were going to attack another fey village. to kill more innocents. if she could just keep him away-- desperately, one hand moving to cup his cheek, she reached up to kiss him, her lips meeting his softly, barely there no matter how much she wanted to push for more. as she dropped from her toes, their lips separating, her hand dropped from his cheek. she rested her head against his chest, desperate to hide the tears blurring her vision. ‘ please stay. ‘