#imperatorborgia

[elenacarboni]

@imperatorborgia

Spring of 1498.

“Good afternoon, my lord. How are you?” Elena asked a young man, stopping in her tracks and bowing courteously. Her face had a hint of rosy color. Who could not blush at the sight of Cesare Borgia, son of the Pope? However, Elena did her best to keep her composure. She smiled at the young man timidly, standing in the Apostolic Palace Hall.

[animusviincit]

@imperatorborgia hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: OK BUT I am currently reading another renaissance...

   ‘ladylove’? 'lucrezia’? can cesare watch? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)   

“Cesare please I’m trying to get the attention away from us and you’re ruining ,my efforts right now.”

[animusviincit]

                        Every night I dream you're still here                  The GHOST by my side, so perfect so clear                               When I awake, you disappear                                        Back to the shadows                                        With all I hold DEAR.

[animusviincit]

Guys I think some of you are following @imperatorborgia and might have been wondering why there had been no activity. So the mun and I are friends and I can tell you that it is bc she can’t remember the email and password. But she’ll try to get back soon :)

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@imperatorborgia​ ( here. )

“Precisely…”

Cesare paused to look at the man opposite him. He never expected to share an opinion similar to Ezio’s, yet here they were.

“What is wrong and what is right is determined by one’s moral compass; The only way that an outside influence can alter the needle is through fear. That is what the Church has been doing for centuries, and it has worked in their favour.”

A light frown appeared on the Assassin’s face as he listened   to the other’s words --- he couldn’t lie, he was quite surprised   to hear such affirmations coming from him.

❝ At least you are conscious of the harm you’re causing ---   or better, of the corrupted ways in which you’re operating.                                                                 So, Cesare Borgia,   do you consider yourself among the rightful and just ones?  ❞

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@imperatorborgia plotted a starter ! !

     events of the past were stowed away for now, for the artist was      in no mind to continue building these incredulous war machines.      they were so evil, so malicious. the artist didn’t want anything to      do with them, and it had been quite a long time since the borgia      have come to haunt him. he decided over these past couple of      weeks to focus more on painting of the time being. it ripped him      away from the harsh reality of a dastard world that was at work      to destroy all who were innocent. as much as he loved to build,      to construct and design, making something evil like that ached      his growing heart. leonardo was a pacifist when it came to war,      and believed all battles could easily be avoided if tried. the only      time a man should die, is when he needs to be punished for his      unlawful actions.

     after a moment or so of focusing on a painting, leonardo took a      step back, a sigh escaping his nose. lately his painting seemed      to just be getting worse and worse. the quality of his art slipped      out of his fingers, and capturing the world was more half-assed      than anything else. the artist was more interested in science now,      and knew that his time to change the world was coming close to      an end since his age was catching up to him. albeit, this artwork      wasn’t half bad. perhaps it was because he was at ease -- peaceful      from taking a break of being forced by the borgia to step on toxic,      fearful egg shells.

     that calm state was destroyed soon enough. as the artist took a      step back, he saw the apple sitting on his desk behind the easel      he had been so indulged in. the moment he took a glance at it,      it’s indents glowed and phased in a rhythm he had not yet seen      before. normally the inventor would be curious, hovering over       the magnificent work of the cosmos in seconds. but instead, the      artist was filled with dread. a mass army of worry clouded his      head, and the artist couldn’t help but feel tempted by the ancient      artifact to turn around and face his door.

     the artist cowered somewhat. he arched his back inward and had      his hands up in the air, just in front of his chest. he felt as if the      artifact was trying to tell him something, anything. but leonardo      couldn’t quite tell what. instead, the dread continued to flow with      no end, through the inventor’s veins. he took a few steps back      from his door, eyes only leaving it when he felt the need to look      at the apple or watch out for a lost knick-knack on the floor.

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@imperatorborgia liked for a starter!

“--A holy man? In the house of Octav-- Caesar, does he need some great work blessed by the gods?”

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imperatorborgia

Flavia doesn’t say a word. She merely keeps her head inclined and her hands clasped as she prays. However, she does glance up at the man briefly, before returning to her prayers. Of course she knew who he was, and her father had well warned her to stay away from him, but here she was, under the same roof as the Borgia, and she had started to wonder just how quickly she could get out.