How it feels to romance Volpe😭 Let me spend some time with my man😤

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How it feels to romance Volpe😭 Let me spend some time with my man😤
This. This was exactly what I wanted! I wanted to see this man yearn, then completely lose it if anyone so much as laid a finger on Mercy. Volpe may be his employer's dog, but by the end of the day, Mercy is the one holding the leash. His reaction to George's attempt to harm her was completely warranted, and I wouldn't expect anything less from a man who once chopped up the lowlife responsible for hurting his sister.
Confession:
"What's Langley's recent obsession with making the "main" LI of her book deathly pale like they're dying from anemia or smth. First Tristan and now Montclare. Frank and Volpe look 100 times better than he does"
the symbolism and significance of the white peony
both mercy and volpe know the language of flowers very well—this has been mentioned time and again throughout history. this instance was no exception. Both understand that a white peony symbolizes love. but love is far from the only thing this flower represents. Its symbolism is much deeper and more multifaceted. so let’s try to look at the white peony through volpe’s eyes and understand why, of all the possible flowers, he chose this one.
he loves quietly, but there is nothing small about what he feels. his love does not announce itself in grand speeches or desperate confessions—it settles into every careful movement, every hesitation before reaching for her hand, every soft "Is this alright?" spoken by someone who fears hurting her far more than being rejected himself.
he is not gentle by nature. the world knows him as cruel, merciless, someone capable of making impossible choices without a tremor in his hands. volpe has learned that kindness is often punished, and that survival sometimes demands blood on one's conscience. if protecting her meant becoming a monster once more, he would not hesitate. he would bear every sin himself if it kept even a shadow from touching her. love has not made him harmless. it has simply given him a reason to choose where his cruelty belongs.
he worries constantly—not because he doubts her strength, but because he knows how fragile happiness can be. loss is a language he understands too well, and the thought of losing her settles beneath his ribs like an old wound that never truly healed. every word he chooses is weighed carefully. every touch is preceded by permission. he is terrified not of her anger, but of becoming another source of pain in a life that has already known enough of it.
her comfort always comes before his own. If she is cold, he forgets the winter biting at his own skin. if she cannot sleep, he stays awake without complaint. if she needs silence, he buries every question inside himself. loving her has become instinct rather than sacrifice. he no longer notices the cost.
around everyone else, he is the tallest figure in the room, someone whose presence alone is enough to make people step aside. around her, that certainty disappears. she does not make him weaker—she simply reminds him that there exists something he cannot force, command, or conquer. beside her, he feels impossibly small, as though she were a skyscraper reaching into the sky while he remained nothing more than an ant at its feet. not because she looks down on him, but because loving someone so deeply leaves him humbled by the simple privilege of being allowed to stand beside her.
that is the heart of the white peony. It is not loud devotion or reckless obsession. it is love that protects without imprisoning, asks before touching, fears causing pain more than receiving it, and quietly carries burdens no one else is ever meant to see. It is a love willing to become a shield, a sanctuary, or, if fate leaves no other choice, the very monster standing between the one it cherishes and the rest of the world.
Volpe being the dream man he is:
Where can I find one like him 😭
Title: At dawn
Pairing: Volpe x Mercy
Rating: G
Tag list: @rc-catalog
The birthday present for my sister :>
i LOVE the sexy jazzy theme that plays everytime i take volpe’s diamond choices and also where can i listen to more!?!?!?
TSTCFV: Ha! So called it!
(Warning: spoilers)
Well, look at that. Montclare’s real name is Edward Dante. I’m kinda shocked by how on the nose it is. It can’t get any more obvious!
The Monte Cristo parallels continue.
Montclare was in prison for 6-ish years at Sing Sing, a prison in New York up the Hudson River.
Then it’s also revealed that he was supposed to marry… Mae! So Mae IS Mercedes, his former fiancé. I didn’t think she’d actually be a past lover since Montclare is a LI. LIs don’t usually have exes as side characters in the stories, right? I can’t think of any.
But that means Mercy is definitely Haydee.
Frank and Richard Day are the Morrels.
This now makes sense why Mercy’s dad looks the same regardless of which MC sprite you use. I wonder if Mercy’s real name turns out to be Hayley or Heidi later on.
Another thing I’ve been thinking about…
Georgie Porgie, puddin’ and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
This isn’t just a cute nickname. This is George’s character. He’s a shameless, indulgent playboy, creep, and coward who’s a little chubby. (Though I don’t actually think he’s chubby.)
That nursery rhyme has been rumored to be about George IV or George Villiers. George Villiers kind of sounds like Gerard Villefort, right?
The Sabers sound like the Danglars. Emilia could be a combo of both Mrs. Danglars and Villefort. Maybe she’ll try to poison Sabrina?
Aloysius Volpe sounds like Luigi Vampa, but he could be a blend of several henchmen.
This Count of Monte Cristo thing makes this story a lot more interesting! If I thought it was just a 20’s mafia story, it’d be a little bored. But I’m plugged in!