“what kind of a name is nero? a nickname?” @yaryaredaze / prompted / accepting .
to be approached by a stranger who already knows his name is usually a sign that he will have to end a life , soon ————— yet , some vague familiarity clouds the other’s features ; enough to cause him to hesitate in the pursuit of violence . yes , he’s seen this man before , and in the presence of don giovanna , no less ( despite his proximity to the top of the hierarchy , he wouldn’t dare kill an associate of his boss with no prompt or explanation . the kid surely would not be thrilled about that ) , which leads risotto to assume the fresh - faced leader had been the source of such sensitive information . why the hell would he come up ?? sure , they brought about a new era of passione together , but he can’t imagine what kind of conversation would see the mention of his name .
nevertheless , the silver - haired man inhales the very last of what his cigarette offers him , hueless smoke billowing from the parted seam of his lips & causing him to resemble a moody dragon . “ it is not . ” fingers long & slender snub out the dying butt within the confines of a worn ashtray . “ many people inherit their names from their fathers . i am no different from them , ” he answers simply , standing to the full extent of his stature & coming further into the light , which embraces his deep complexion . “ it’s an italian name , of course . i am italian , after all . ” the thickness of the accent encompassing those english words is proof enough of that .
“ who told you my name ?? the don ?? ”
