#vinnievespucci

[amescastaignede]

FOR: @vinnievespucci WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024 WHERE: Barbican Centre - Pre-Auction.

"We talk about meeting all the time, and somehow life has a way of squandering that every chance we get." Amélie laughed, nerves alight in those doe eyes, as she smoothed her hands down the velvet fabric of her dress. "It's good to see you."

[msmelissalin]

— FOR: PRE-CEROMONY. The London Awards @ The Royal Albert Hall.

— WHEN:31st of March, 2023.

— CLOSED: Vincenzo Vespucci. @vinnievespucci​

Vincenzo fucking Vespucci.

He was everywhere. 

Avoid at all costs her brain had screamed at her but in a place like this she had very little choice. There was one thing she was certain of. He couldn’t kill her here. Too many people with too much of a blow back. Although, come to think of it if he was going to off her it’d be a rather spectacular way to go. She watched with a careful eye, waitied for the right moment and then that smirk slid across her painted lips. There was one thing that Melissa would use to the best of her ability tonight and that was the public facade she’d mastered. 

On a shaky leg that she mastered into a smooth walk she brushed past him.

‘‘Hello Sunshine. Glad to see you’re up and walking’‘

[amescastaignede]

Texting - Vincenzo.

Amélie: Hey, it's been a while. Amélie: I was just checking in to see how you're doing?

[amescastaignede]

MISTLETOE 2022. 

For: @vinnievespucci

Type: Canon. 08th of December, 2022. 

Where: Chelsea and Belgravia

‘‘I’ll be...um, honest? If that’s the right word. Well, I’m being honest--- I’m not trying to say I’m being untruthful... I just...don’t know how to speak it seems?’’ She laughed out of embarrassment, more common than she’d like to admit. ‘’I was pretty...shocked that you called...I mean I did unintentionally turn your restaurant into a swimming pool’‘ 

It hadn’t been unintentional, though, had it. 

Being here, with him was unlike her. Completely out of character, and yet, it was exactly what Felicity had been pushing her to do for months. However, she remembered her bosses words clearly when her phone had started buzzing in the office 'You won’t get information sitting around waiting for it to fall into your lap, Amés’ --- and she was right. She’d been to worried about approaching the French for fear news would get back to Mathias. What would he think? But the leader of the Italians? What were the chances of him knows Mathias?

And now here she was in Belgravia, bundled in a coat with the notion that Vincenzo needed help with Christmas gifts. But why invite her? She’d never made an impression on anyone. Let alone someone of his status, but she’d ‘gladly’ accepted as she painted it. Walking beside a killer.

A monster. 

But even taking a quick side glance, knowing what she knew, it was sometimes hard to picture them for what they really were. She wouldn’t forget, she wasn’t stupid. But she couldn’t help but wonder how they became so utterly and devastatingly bad. 

‘‘Not...Not that I’m not grateful, of course. I’m...I’m new to the friend thing.’‘ 

[amescastaignede]

— FOR: PRE-CEROMONY. The London Awards @ The Royal Albert Hall.

— WHEN: 31st of March, 2023.

— CLOSED: Vincenzo Vespucci. @vinnievespucci​

Amélie had considered texting him when she’d seen his name up for nominations. That contemplating may have gone on for an hour or more before finally coming to the conclusion that unfortunately the embarrasment of her actions and the chaos of that day had indeed had an impact on her as a person. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didnt go around kissing people especially after they’d just murdered people to keep her alive. However, now they were in the same vicinity and she caught him in her line of vision. Before she could even scamper off it seemed every person around them had to disperse. 

Oh no. 

Amélie Castaignéde could honestly say she was at a fork road. One telling her that he was a Mob Boss and could not be trusted for they ruined lives just as they French had done to her brother. She wanted blood for that in the form of ink on paper, of course. So why was it so hard to put him into that same box? What was different about this man?

She’d seen him murder. But that had been to protect her. She probably seemed a far cry from the god-fearing stuttering mess that’d waltzed into his life for a completely different meaning to how it ended. She’d heard non-stop from Felicity about the risk she’d imposed on herself.

However, her mouth was moving before her brain.

‘’Vincenzo --- ‘‘ Amélie greeted, a glass of champagne in hand. ‘‘It’s, uh, been a while.’‘ 

[msmelissalin]

@vinnievespucci​

‘‘You finally made the trip overseas.’’  

Seeing Vincenzo Vespucci in her city had her skin crawling while her smile was as cold and lovely as frost on a windowpane. There had never been a need for the two to speak, although she’d crossed paths with his kind many times over the her years in New York and the few trips she’d made to Launceston. However, the whisperings of their reason to be here had Melissa circling him like a predator to it’s prey.

‘‘It’s just a shame that you weren’t coming to see me.’‘ Venom dripping from each world will she lifted the glass of wine to crimson painted lips, gaze trained to him. ‘‘Unless I’m mistaken.’‘

She was not. 

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @vinnievespucci

One second before, she smiled.

One second later, she didn't.

Standing face to face with what Melissa knew was the devil in disguise.

"Vincenzo, a pleasure." Forced, volatile...painted in a pretty political bandaid.

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @vinnievespucci WHEN: October, 2025. WHERE: Melissa's Office. Close to Midnight.

“Close it behind you,” eyes never lifting from the document she was signing. Court case after court case. But she knew Vincenzo wasn't here for a quick chat over a cup of tea. “If you’ve come at this hour, I assume it’s not for pleasantries and a good old catch up.” Melissa played it off, her poker face in place.

But even she couldn't deny how her hands shook as her pen moved across the paper.