#perfirenze

[hiddensteel]

@perfienze​   |    valentine’s day based starter call.

        she’d been lingering in the doorway far too long for it to have gone unnoticed. only she still didn’t know how quite to phrase what she wanted to SAY, but she had to because the clock was ticking. she cleared her throat. her gaze remained on her hands.          ❝  so how mad would you be if i said that i had set you up with someone for valentine’s day? ❞

[enduringlystoic]

     “Hm? Oh, the suit-- Yes, well, that tends to happen when one is caught in an explosion.” 

@perfirenze​  ♥’d for a one liner

[angcltouch]

                           iilvecchio  asked  :   🚿 ( for poseidon from giovanni : perfirenze , im too lazy to switch blogs )

                        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘,  it  was  a  welcoming  feeling  the  one  he  felt  whenever  he  was  in  touch  with  it.  he  was  lost  to  his  own  thoughts  and  the  soft  feeling  of  the  water,  he  would  miss  it  when  he  was  too  long  away  from  the  sea.  suddenly  he  could  feel  the  SOFT  TOUCH  OF  SKIN  against  his  own  and  a  smile  came  to  his  lips  when  he  recognize  the  warmth  of  giovanni  skin.  slowly  the  god  turned  to  be  find  giovanni  eyes,  he  had  tried  to  not  wake  him  up  so  the  other  could  rest  a  few  more  hours,  but  he  was  gland  he  join  him.           ❛❛   you  are  awake.   ❜❜           of  couse  he  was  what  a  silly  statement  to  make  and  yet  the  gods  arms  where  now  slowly  wrapped  around  giovanni  frame  almost  as  if  he  tired  to  BRING  HIM  EVEN  CLOSER  if  that  was  possible.             ❛❛   how  was  your  sleep?   ❜❜            his  voice  was  no  louder  than  a  wishper  and  he  leaned  foward  to  press  a  soft  kiss  on  giovanni  lips.

          send me a 🚿 for my muse’s reaction to yours joining them in the shower.   ↷   @perfirenze

[tangledsperanze-blog]

@perfirenze   { for the starter I promised }

It’s been almost four months since he’s seen Sandro. After Giuliano’s death, Lorenzo had been angry, furious and had no issues wiping the Pazzi name from history. He didn’t care about Francesco’s death, nor Jacopo’s and he certainly cared less about Salviati’s death. However it was Sandro, shouting at him after his painting was burned that snapped Lorenzo out of his vengeful ways. In the end, Jacopo was right. He lost so much of his innocence that day. He lost his brother and he lost himself. So he locked himself away at the bank. He slept there, if he could sleep. He only left the bank to get something when he passed by Sandro’s workshop. They haven’t spoken in months. So, when he enters the workshop, he’s silent, he can’t bring himself to even smile seeing his oldest friend, but he has missed him. “Sandro...”

[vredeir]

@perfirenze     ➔     ♡  !

‘     THE  GREAT  SEA  IS  HELD  IN  PLACE  BY  JÖRMUNGANDR—  the  serpent  whose  giant  body  encircles  it  and  who  keeps  his  tail  in  his  mouth  to  complete  the  circle  and  stop  the  waves  breaking  loose.  but  one  day  the  god  thor  was  fishing  in  the  sea  for  the  serpent,     ’     he  drawls  with  a  softened  tone  for  he  considers  each  word  wisely,  tentative  about  speaking  a  tongue  he  only  learned  recently.  leaning  heavily  on  the  crutch,  his  tilts  his  head  to  the  side  with  raised  eyebrow     &     a  twinkle  of  mischief  lit  in  his  eyes.  they  may  think  of  him  as  a  heathen,  but  ivar  has  no  doubt  that  these  people  have  not  seen  many  northmen  yet.     ‘     fighting  each  other,  they  were  well  matched,  serpent  and  god,  in  that  furious  fight.  are  there  any  tales  of  the  christian  god  fighting  almighty  battles  ?     ’

[nikolacvna-archive]

❈ ✼ ❈   @perfirenze   //    cont. from here

“                                                     Trust   me   ,   it   is   not   over.”   NO   ;   HIS   FATHER’S   RAGE   MIGHT   LOOK   LIKE   IT’S   QUELLED   BUT   LORENZO   KNEW   DIFFERENTLY.   Giovanni   has   taken   this   as   a   personal   slight.   He   offers   Tatiana   a   gentle   smile.  “That   family   will   probably   be   bankrupt   in   a   week.”  HE   SHOULDN’T   SPEAK   SO   PLAINLY   TO   HER   -  especially   to   royalty   but   Lorenzo   was   feeling   particularly   vindictive   towards   the   man   who’s   blood   he   shared.

              SHE LOWERS her head, startled by his blunt honesty.   no doubt, giovanni de’ medici is a dangerous man when offended   ---   but those unkind people who so openly insulted the medici bank invited some retribution upon themselves.   still, it is up for god to take revenge, not men.     hesitant, she folds her hands, unsure what to make of his harsh attitude.       ‘ is that...  what  y o u  want?   would you do the same, even --  even though they’ve insulted you? ’

[venusdefirenze]

                     ❝ Should we really do this, Sandro ? ❞   Hesitance threaded through the blonde’s voice, a hand tenderly coming to rest against one of the man’s pencils. Old drawings that portrayed her likeness-- it felt like yesterday since she last set foot in the man’s atelier.   ❝ Do you not think they might start asking questions ? A man painting a dead woman while her widower is already remarried. Giuliano said it could be commissioned by him to mourn, should there be suspicion--- but I do not want to give you a bad name, maestro. ❞

⚜️    @perfirenze (for Sandro)    /   tiny canon divergent starter call

[ilvecchiio]

        THE PONTE ALLA CARRAIA was always quiet at such an early hour. as the sun rose it presented the waking city of florence in a golden light, illuminating the delicate features of rosa’s face as she passed strangers as a lone hooded figure with cheeks aflush from the crisp morning air as well as anticipation. she walked briskly to the other side of the river towards the heart of the, eyes wandering all who came into view whilst also keeping her head slightly lowered. upon the other side of the bridge there was some missing brickwork, left as a result of the floor which once destroyed the crossing, and this had acted as a place to overlook the river whilst being tucked aside from others making there way past; it was there that she always chose to wait PATIENTLY. 

she knew the passing silhouette all too well and without a moment’s hesitation she reached out, CAUGHT him by the hand and tugged lorenzo into their hiding place with a smile as bright as the sun which beamed down on them in delight. “ i cannot stay long, i just could not wait... you will still wait for me, wont you? tonight? ”

@perfirenze