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so i will be gathering things a few things like theme websites and then I will be deleting this blog. i will also move into a hiatus in my other two blogs

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When he suggested this, he was sure Giovanni would say no. Here they were, laying on a plastic sheet to protect his workshop’s floor. He’s been at this for over an hour, carefully painting Giovanni wherever and however he wants. He’s let Giovanni done the same. There hasn’t been much spoken between them this night, but they’ve crossed that line past friendship. Donatello never believed that he’d be here, getting the chance to express not just his art to the writer, but his heart and soul as well. “Everything led back to you.” He repeats, lifting the paintbrush and creates a heart where Giovanni’s heart is. He shivers at the attention to his own chest; this was a side of Giovanni he only dreamed about. The selfish writer taking what he wants and the artist would willingly give it to him. He’s loved the man for nearly a couple of years now and hid his affections. He doesn’t have to hide anymore. “Everything led back to you.”

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Seeing that look in his eyes, Donatello’s mouth shuts quickly. Perhaps he was wrong. He’s never seen Giovanni date anyone in the time he’s known the writer. He assumed he hadn’t found the right woman. Maybe it wasn’t women that Giovanni was into. But, he’s never shown any interest in men either, so maybe Donatello was wrong about the whole picture. He shouldn’t be sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, but to hear Giovanni said he did better alone? That got the artist’s hand to stop mid-sketch, feeling his pencil scratch against the paper. He’ll beat himself up for that later. He looks at Giovanni, a longing in his eyes to heal this hurt that the writer carries. “Everybody needs someone. It does no good to be alone, buried with your own thoughts and pain.”

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The moment her honey hues cast their first glance at the banker, her breath was taken away and her heart skipping a beat. Her ladies didn’t lie about his attractiveness. The fact that he bowed before her and kissed her hand was enough to make her blush. A soft, shy smile tugged at her full rosy lips and she returned a deep curtsy. Allowing both her hands to take his as she still held it, she kissed his ring and pressed her forehead to his knuckles. This was an Ottoman tradition showing respect for a superior. The lord, by gender alone, outranked her.

“Your grace, the honor is all mine. Thank you for welcoming me into your villa. From what little I have seen so far, it is utmost paradise.” Her melodious soprano ranged voice replied.

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As he looks over at the princess, she was beautiful. His brother was not wrong in his words, yet he knows that the banker cannot ruin things. This trade route was important for both kingdoms and he doesn’t wish to do anything impolite. He smiled softly when he seems her own shy smile. He’s relieved that the kiss to the hand didn’t offend her. Feeling her hands in his and as she did an Ottoman tradition that he had read about, he gently does give her hands a squeeze. He knows this was a sign of respect and he’ll have to make sure that he gives her the same respect in return.

“We are all at your disposal, my lady. I hope that you will be able to see more of our city and enjoy your time here. I look forward to showing what Florence has to offer.”

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BAMBINO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Lorenzo always wanted to come into the study, but never did unless it was for rare occasions. Even from a young age he knew that this was his nonno’s and there were many things that he shouldn’t touch. In his own way, Lorenzo never wants to lose the memories of his nonno by placing his hands on the many volumes that the study holds. Yet, he knows that Cosimo’s memories will not be tied to books, it will be tied to his character and all that he’s done for Florence. He was glad that nonno didn’t come with them to Careggi, everything could have ended in tragedy and he’s thankful that his father only sustained an injury. Things could have been far more worse. He feels weak for expressing sadness over someone who has tried to kill his family. He knows he must be better than this.

Gone due to his own actions. He supposes that is the truth and his eyes never leaves the his nonno’s. But at his words that it was a planned attack, Lorenzo nods in agreement. He can’t doubt that it wasn’t an attack. “We found a gold coin, it bears the seal of the Pazzi. We think they might have been behind the attack on father.” Hearing that he had no choice, Lorenzo nods slowly, running a hand through his hair. It’s hard words to swallow, but it’s the truth. It was either his own life or someone else’s who tried to attack him. “Giuliano wants to take this to the  Signoria and those in the Priori. But we can’t, we need more proof to prove they are the ones behind the attack.”

   COSIMO   HAD   LEARNED   A   LONG   TIME   AGO   NOT   TO   PUT   HIS   LOVE   IN   OBJECTS   ,   but   instead   to   place   it   within   the   ones   who   surrounded   him   ,   his   family.   For   all   his   restrictions   when   it   came   to   his   study   ;   never   could   he   foresee   himself   ever   being   angry   at   his   children   ,   or   grandchildren   for   being   curious   about   this   room.   HE   HAS   HIS   RULES   -   he   is   no   longer   the   head   of   this   family   but   this   room   was   sacred   ,   it   was   a   place   of   solitude   ,   a   place   where   had   lived   quite   a   bit   of   his   life.   STILL   ,   never   has   he   raised   his   voice   when   a   grandchild   has   entered   without   permission   ,   he   has   simply   explained.   This   was   Nonno’s   room   &   so   you   must   be   respectful.   IF   THEY   WISHED   TO   SIT   THEY   MUST   TREAT   EACH   BOOK   ,   each   painting   with   respect.         He   listens   ,   each   word   only   causes   the   elder’s   expression   to   darken.   Is   he   surprised   by   the   involvement   of   the   Pazzi?   Not   at   all   ,   but   he   wonders   how   long   they   have   been   waiting   for   such   a   moment.   Jacopo’s   brother   had   been   easier   to   deal   with   ;   HAD   SOUGHT   TO   UNITE   THE   FAMILIES   WITH   THE   MARRIAGE   BETWEEN   GUGLIELMO   &   BIANCA.   Jacopo   had   no   such   desires   ,   he   only   sought   their   ruination.   He   leans   forward.   “You   are   right   to   be   cautious   bambino   ,   as   Giuliano   is   right   to   be   angry.   Sometimes   anger   clouds   our   judgement.”   HE   UNDERSTANDS   GIULIANO’S   WISHES   ,   but   Lorenzo   is   right.   Caution   must   be   taken   here.   “You   cannot   afford   to   accuse   Jacopo   without   proof.   We   cannot   afford   to   be   reckless.”   He   hopes   his   nephew   will   take   his   advice   ,   but   again   he   has   no   power   over   him   ,   nor   does   he   want   it.   LORENZO   IS   HEAD   OF   THIS   FAMILY   ,   Cosimo   trusts   him   to   make   the   right   decisions.

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Lorenzo had often been curious as a kid, he was the one to always go where he shouldn’t, his mind constantly running. He probably spent more time in Cosimo’s study as a child than anywhere else. It was there that he formed his love of books, reading and of all the art that had filled the study. He’s always asked about Donatello, he knows the two men have been lifelong friends. Any book he touched was delicate, with the respect his Nonno would expect from Lorenzo. But he understood boundaries young, he didn’t enter unless he was given permission and he didn’t linger too long as to take time away from his Nonno’s alone time. He’s gained much of his wisdom and the way the world works from asking Cosimo questions.

He’s known since he could walk or speak the issues that Medici have had with the Pazzi. However, since he was young, he had always been close to Francesco. Until the day that had all changed, Jacopo had practically ripped his friend away from him and Lorenzo hadn’t been strong enough to stop him. He was only a child then, now he’s a man and too many years have gone by. That hope lingered to be friends still, he has to hang onto that hope and see what happens next. He understands Giuliano’s anger, he had the same type, but he buried it down with responsibility. He couldn’t go around accusing Jacopo with the attack. Not now, it would only backfire against the family. “He can be angry, but that anger must remain within these walls. I won’t be reckless Nonno. I will make sure that I have proof before I bring any of this to others.” It’s what his Nonno would have done and it is the advice that’s been given to him.

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DONATELLO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Art has been the one comfort in a world that Donatello felt very much not a part of at times. He often feels as if he’s been born in the wrong time. He knows that Giovanni feels the same as him, they bonded over that and many other things. His colors, paintbrushes and all the canvas’s around him have always claimed his heart more than a person could. Well, expect for perhaps Giovanni. Donatello hasn’t dated anyone in a long time, he has one night stands. He knows he wishes to be good enough for someone like Giovanni, but Donnatello knows he’s not good enough. He’ll help distract the writer since he is modeling for him. He knows that Giovanni often has a lot of worries. Hearing the laugh, the artist raises an eyebrow, curious to see what he’s going to say.

“If no one have described you as a true beauty then they don’t know what beauty is.” Donatello countered. He knows that the man he’s sketching is the most beautiful man that he’s met. His soul aches every time they spend time together. He pulls his eyes back to the sketch. He must concentrate, otherwise he will mess things up. “I am honored that you have time for a humble artist.” Truly he does mean it, a Medici could spend his time anywhere, yet shares it with him.

      THEY   HAVE   FOUND   SOLACE   IN   ART   IT   WOULD   SEEM   ;   Giovanni   has   been   surrounded   by   it   for   most   of   his   life.   He   lives   in   a   Palazzo   that   is   decorated   with   pieces   from   the   Renaissance   itself   ;   some   that   had   belonged   to   Donatello’s   ancestor.   HE   HAS   FOUND   HIMSELF   DRAWN   TO   THESE   IN   PARTICULAR   ,   although   he   did   not   know   why.   He   shifts   ever   so   slightly   ,   fully   aware   the   others   eyes   are   on   him.   THIS   GIVES   GIOVANNI   A   THRILL   HE   DOESN’T   WANT   TO   ADMIT.   He   loves   the   feel   of   the   others   warm   brown   eyes   upon   him.   He   flushes   ever   so   slightly.     

FOR   A   MOMENT   THE   WRITER   IS   SPEECHLESS   ,   his   stomach   knots   in   an   almost   uncomfortable   feeling.   Compliments   were   one   thing   but   when   he   was   bare?   his   clothes   upon   the   ground?   GIOVANNI   FEELS   VULNERABLE   -   exposed   and   he   is   not   sure   he   enjoys   it.   Still   ,   a   smile   pulls   upon   his   lips.   “How   could   i   not?.”   An   eyebrow   arches   at   the   other   mans   words.   “You   speak   as   if   you   are   not   talented   Donatello.”   A   SCOFF   LEAVES   HIS   LIPS.   “I   will   always   have   time   for   you   ,   i   am   surprised   that   you’ve   not   yet   gotten   bored   of   sketching   me   ,   it   is   not   as   if   i   change   with   each   day   is   it?.”

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He supposes he likes art as much as he does because art doesn’t betray a person. People betray people everyday and he wants nothing to do with that. He’s found a love of Giovanni’s home however; the Palazzo is decorated with beautiful creations from his ancestor. Looking at those creations a few times, Donatello felt that wave of being unworthy. The pieces were breathtaking and it took everything in Donatello not to burn some of his own sketches. Though, he knows he’d never be able to destroy the ones he’s created of Giovanni. He sees those dark eyes on him and Donatello has to swallow hard to force a blush to go away.

The silence almost feels unbearable and Donatello has to wonder if he’s said too much. He’s always been blunt and speaks the truth, but knowing this is a vulnerable situation, Donatello clams up. Besides, he’s being stupid and flirting with someone who isn’t even into men. He needs to pull back and be professional about this, unless he wants hired men who work for the Medici to come rough him up. His eyes stay focused onto his sketchbook, barely lifting a shoulder at Giovanni’s words. “It’s not about talent, it’s about finding one’s soul in their passions.” His hand stills for a moment, there is no way that Donatello could ever be bored sketching Giovanni. “I could never be bored. You do change from day to day. You wear different colors everyday, some days your hair may seem longer or shorter, or your face is more troubled than before. Everyone has subtle changes, Giovanni. You just have to know where to look.”

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DONATELLO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Florence was always better for the wealthy, that is not who Donatello would be. Not that he couldn’t survive, he has. But he’s more likely to share his money to those who needed more than himself. Those that worked for him needed the coin for their own families and Donatello is more than willing to provide. He wonders if he will see Cosimo again when the banker leaves. Or perhaps he will find himself wandering back to Florence to visit him. Surely there will be times Cosimo might call upon him to create something. He doesn’t want things to end with just letters. Leaning into fingers against his cheek, his warm brown eyes stare up into cerulean orbs. “I will see you again Cosimo, I promise you.” He doesn’t want his dreamer to worry about them, about his past.

“Then I’ll always have to reassure you, so you can relax.” They are as close as two people could be, and Donatello wonders if this is what it means to find his soul? Because his feels his soul lifted when he’s around the other man. “I will continue to keep it that way.” If he had known what the future held for them both, he wonders if they would carry regrets. Everytime he wishes to say those three words, something stops him. Saying any declarations of love would make the departure all the harder. But this is what Cosimo needs and he shouldn’t be left with questions about his feelings. “Never forget, what you mean to me, Cosimo… I, I love you.”

 FROM   WHAT   COSIMO   HAS   LEARNED   ,   DONATELLO   CUTS   HIMSELF   OFF   FROM   THE   CITY   THAT   HAD   HOMED   HIM   IN   THE   BEGINNING   ,   why?   Cosimo   cannot   be   certain.   There   are   still   many   things   that   he   has   yet   to   learn   about   this   man   and   the   banker   is   not   yet   comfortable   enough   to   push.   IT   IS   NOT   AS   SIMPLE   AS   SIMPLY   ASKING.   This   ,   what   blooms   between   the   two   is   still   very   new   ;   Cosimo   is   has   never   ventured   into   such   waters   before.   The   artist   leans   into   his   touch   and   he   smiles.   THE   WORDS   HOLD   WEIGHT   ,   a   promise   whispered   on   the   lips   that   he   has   kissed   at   least   fifty   times.   Each   kiss   is   precious   ,   each   touch.   “I   will   hold   you   to   that   promise.”   He   speaks   with   conviction   ,   his   gaze   is   firm.

        A   laugh   spills   from   Cosimo’s   lips   as   he   pulls   the   sheets   up   around   them   ;   he   hardly   fears   being   walked   in   on.   THE   ARTISTS   IN   THIS   WORKSHOP   KNEW   OF   DONATELLO’S   DESIRES   -   they   were   discreet   and   so   Cosimo   does   not   fear   being   found.   He   moves   ,   pressing   his   forehead   against   the   others   for   a   moment.   Until   Rome   ,   Cosimo’s   soul   had   felt   so   lost   ,   now   he   is   found.   EVEN   IF   THEY   MUST   TEAR   THEMSELVES   AWAY   FROM   ONE   ANOTHER.   He   has   an   entire   city   to   explore   ,   yet   all   he   wants   is   to   remain   between   these   sheets   with   him.   “You…..you…”   He   has   never   lacked   confidence   but   the   banker   is   now   stammering   ;   WORDS   THAT   HE   CANNOT   QUITE   BELIEF   ,   falling   upon   his   ears.   “I   love   you   too.”   Such   words   are   hard   for   him   ,   difficult   but   for   the   first   time   in   his   life   ,   spoken   in   a   romantic   fashion   ,   he   manages   them.   Cosimo   means   them.

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The artist has his reasons for abandoning the city that he was born and raised in until he left it for Rome. He doesn’t know if he’ll explain his feelings for why he struggles with the ideas of returning to Florence. Donatello keeps that distance from his past and no one knows much about him. He likes being a mystery to everyone, even to Cosimo. In their short time together, he does wish to show more of himself to the man who has captured his heart. Things between them were still knew and he doesn’t know if they will be able to stay in contact after this. He caresses his cheek, smiling at all the kisses he’s received. “I know you will Cosimo. That I don’t doubt.”

The sheets up around them almost conceal the secrets of their nights together. They would never get caught or would anyone say anything to the guards here in Rome. His desires are well know here, this workshop is safe for everyone. Shifting, his eyes look up at Cosimo’s feeling their foreheads pressed together. He’s always wondering what Cosimo is thinking. Cosimo came into his life when Donatello was beginning to struggle in his muse. They met and it was like everything began to made sense to Donatello again. They may be separated from one another, but he knows that he won’t forget Cosimo. He also knows that they would see each other again soon. “Never forget that, we will see each other again soon.” He knows Cosimo means his words of love and Donatello feels the same.

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DONATELLO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

If he was a believer in fate, he would have said that when Giovanni walked into his workshop, it was all meant to be. In Giovanni he’s found a muse, something he had been struggling to find, a friend and a crush. Though, the young artist would never admit this to the man, how could he? The man who has become someone Donatello cherishes, a writer and a damn good one at that doesn’t need a fickle artist hanging around them. If this is all the time that he will receive with Giovanni then it will be enough for Donatello. He wants to put the sketches on display, but he can never show the world that beauty that he sees when he looks upon the man in front of him. He’s curious to see what he might be thinking of during their time together.

                            “True beauty takes time, my dear writer.” He retorts, not once looking up from his sketchbook. “Maybe another hour or so. Are you able to stay?” He asks, hesitant as dark eyes look up at Giovanni.

HIS   HEART   HAS   ALWAYS   BELONGED   TO   THE   ARTS   -   as   a   child   he’d   even   toyed   with   the   idea   of   being   a   painter   like   his   father.   Still   ,   his   heart   had   called   for   words   ,   he   had   enjoyed   burying   his   mind   in   books   ,   in   stories.   GIOVANNI   HAS   EVEN   FOUND   SOLACE   IN   THEM   ,   historical   fiction   had   always   been   his   favourite   ,   especially   when   it   was   centred   around   the   Renaissance.   He’s   often   wondered   if   he   was   born   in   the   wrong   time.   DONATELLO’S   WORK   REMINDS   HIM   VERY   MUCH   OF   PIECES   HE   HAS   SEEN   FROM   THIS   TIME   PERIOD   ,   they   sing   to   his   soul   ,   distract   him   from   his   thoughts.   A   laugh   escapes   the   writers   lips   and   he   affords   the   other   man   a   somewhat   amused   look.

 “I   don’t   think   true   beauty   has   ever   been   used   to   describe   me   before.”   GIOVANNI   COULD   ALMOST   SNORT   ;   he   hardly   thinks   of   himself   as   beautiful.   Warm   brown   eyes   linger   upon   the   other   ,   true   beauty   he   thinks   ,   lies   in   the   man   before   him   but   he   keeps   such   comments   to   himself.   INSTEAD   HE   CLOSES   HIS   EYES   FOR   A   MOMENT.   “I   have   the   time.”   He   admits   ,   there   was   no-where   he   needed   to   be.   “Even   if   I   didn’t   ,   I’d   make   it.”

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Art has been the one comfort in a world that Donatello felt very much not a part of at times. He often feels as if he’s been born in the wrong time. He knows that Giovanni feels the same as him, they bonded over that and many other things. His colors, paintbrushes and all the canvas’s around him have always claimed his heart more than a person could. Well, expect for perhaps Giovanni. Donatello hasn’t dated anyone in a long time, he has one night stands. He knows he wishes to be good enough for someone like Giovanni, but Donnatello knows he’s not good enough. He’ll help distract the writer since he is modeling for him. He knows that Giovanni often has a lot of worries. Hearing the laugh, the artist raises an eyebrow, curious to see what he’s going to say.

“If no one have described you as a true beauty then they don’t know what beauty is.” Donatello countered. He knows that the man he’s sketching is the most beautiful man that he’s met. His soul aches every time they spend time together. He pulls his eyes back to the sketch. He must concentrate, otherwise he will mess things up. “I am honored that you have time for a humble artist.” Truly he does mean it, a Medici could spend his time anywhere, yet shares it with him.

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HERE   HE   FEELS   UNBURDENED   -   away   from   his   worries   &   even   reality.   He’d   been   on   his   way   back   from   the   library   ,   taking   a   detour   that   he   was   so   often   fond   of.   IT   WAS   NOT   UNUSUAL   FOR   THE   SECOND   SON   TO   FIND   HIS   WAY   TO   THIS   ARTISTS   WORKSHOP.   This   was   where   Giovanni   came   to   distract   himself   ;   a   proud   model   who   for   once   in   his   life   was   not   afraid   to   bare   himself   to   another’s   eyes.   THERE   IS   NO   NEED   FOR   CONCERN   ,   FOR   ANXIETY.   Donatello’s   eyes   watch   him   almost   reverently   ,   sketching   every   detail.   Giovanni   is   not   entirely   sure   what   the   other   man   does   with   these   drawings   -   nor   does   he   care.   IT   ALLOWS   HIM   A   FEW   MOMENTS   TO   JUST   NOT   THINK   ,   to   not   care.

                                       “                                                How   long   will   you   continue   to   need   me   for?”   Words   slip   his   lips   ,   gentle   ,   a   smirk   etched   upon   the   young   mans   features.

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If he was a believer in fate, he would have said that when Giovanni walked into his workshop, it was all meant to be. In Giovanni he’s found a muse, something he had been struggling to find, a friend and a crush. Though, the young artist would never admit this to the man, how could he? The man who has become someone Donatello cherishes, a writer and a damn good one at that doesn’t need a fickle artist hanging around them. If this is all the time that he will receive with Giovanni then it will be enough for Donatello. He wants to put the sketches on display, but he can never show the world that beauty that he sees when he looks upon the man in front of him. He’s curious to see what he might be thinking of during their time together.

                            “True beauty takes time, my dear writer.” He retorts, not once looking up from his sketchbook. “Maybe another hour or so. Are you able to stay?” He asks, hesitant as dark eyes look up at Giovanni.

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DONATELLO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Art had been what brought them together, and their shared loved of their home. Though they had both met in Rome when they were younger, it had been more than just a love of art. It took some time for Donatello to admit that it was a finding of one’s soul. He had bonded to Cosimo and when he left to return home, to their Florence, it was the first time that Donatello wanted to go. He was ready to chase after this man and continue their love. He didn’t, he had heard that the other man was to marry, Donatello should have known better. He didn’t compare to his now ex-wife, he still feels this way. He ended up in Florence for work, reconnecting with Cosimo only a few years later. They had stayed in contact with phone calls and texts, and this time he stayed. Donatello never thought that he would get the chance to explore these feelings he’s had for Cosimo since he was in his twenties. “You are a cruel man, Cosimo de’Medici. Looking at the man bathed in the amber light, Donatello couldn’t help but to look at Cosimo with awe. “You were busy, I cannot fault you for that.” Besides, he feels lucky to even get just a little of Cosimo’s time. He sits carefully beside Cosimo, humming softly at his words. “He’s younger than us, he has all the time in the world to perfect his art. Being nineteen is a wonderful age to develop ones art. Bertolo is still learning what he likes best of course.”

IT   WAS   THAT   MEETING   IN   ROME   THAT   HAD   INSPIRED   COSIMO   ;   that   had   pushed   him   to   choose   his   own   career   regardless   of   what   his   father   had   wanted.   Giovanni’s   anger   had   been   softened   of   course   when   Cosimo   had   agreed   to   marry   Contessina   ;   BUT   EVEN   THEN   ,   his   father   had   reminded   him   constantly   of   the   life   he   had   ‘thrown   away’.   It   was   out   of   spite   that   Cosimo   had   succeeded   ,   making   a   name   for   himself   in   the   art   world.   Yet   it   was   also   thanks   to   Donatello.   For   the   other   man   had   ignited   a   spark   inside   of   him   ;   a   spark   that   had   developed   into   a   flame   that   was   still   burning   to   this   day.   THERE   HAD   BEEN   A   DIVIDE   BETWEEN   THEM   FOR   A   WHILE   AFTER   COSIMO   HAD   MARRIED   ;   an   unspoken   tension   but   it   hadn’t   prevented   their   friendship.   It   is   only   now   that   he   is   able   to   look   at   things   with   a   clear   mind   and   know.   “Cruel?”   Lips   form   in   a   pout   but   it   soon   becomes   a   smirk.   “Tell   me   ,   how   am   i   cruel?”   His   words   are   uttered   in   a   teasing   tone.   HE   GLANCES   UP   AT   THE   STARS   THAT   GLIMMER   ABOVE   THEM.   He   hangs   on   the   artists   every   word   about   this   Bertolo   ,   telling   himself   it   would   be   ridiculous   to   be   jealous.   “I   wonder   if   an   artist   ever   truly   knows   what   he   likes.”   He   muses   ,   the   thought   has   crossed   his   mind   more   than   once.   “I   must   meet   this   artist   you   favour   so.   He   must   be   quite   the   talent   if   you   are   praising   him.”

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He’s never told Cosimo, but meeting him changed Donatello’s life for the better. When he met the artist, he was twenty-one and already he felt lost in the world. His passion for his art had begun to wean and it felt him in a state of fear that it was the end for him. Normally, that should have sparked something inside of him to continue his love of art, yet it had left him empty. In meeting Cosimo it was as if his soul was returning to his heart. He never got the chance because he didn’t want to seem he was reaching for something that wasn’t there. But Cosimo had reached into his soul and made him want to be a better man. It hurt, to see him marry and he wanted to close himself off to Cosimo. He never did, he didn’t want to lose him. “You are cruel in making me watch you underneath the moon’s light.” He points out with a smile on his face. “I don’t know if we ever do, gods know I’m always changing my mind when it comes to my creations. You’d like Bertolo, I’d like to introduce the two of you soon.”

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DONATELLO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Their love has never been an easy one. If anyone knew their true feelings for one another, it would have caused so much trouble between the two of them. It could have led to Cosimo and his family being exiled sooner or worse. Yet, neither one of them could ever deny their feelings their have held all these years. The letters that have passed between them over the years have held them together for these many years apart. He’s gone back and forth between Florence whenever he was able to hadn’t been easy. He was grateful that he made it to Cosimo’s side after his poisoning. He didn’t know what he would have done without the other man, even if the situation was very dangerous. “Think of the fun we will have finding something new together.” It has been time since they have been together.

               The artist knows that this exile wouldn’t last forever. Cosimo was far too clever to take something this and hide in Venice for the rest of his days. The Medici would return to Florence, stronger than ever and he’ll return back to Rome. “I always find peace when I am beside you as well love.” Donatello spoke. He hopes that Cosimo would recover and not have any permanent damage. “I will not leave your side until you order me to go. Even then, I will stay, because I’m too stubborn for you to get rid of me.” Donatello teased. He could busy himself with work, but he’d much rather spend his time with his dreamer.

      SOMETHING   NEW   -   the   younger   him   might   have   seen   this   as   an   opportunity   of   freedom   and   grasped   at   him   but   the   Cosimo   that   he   presented   himself   as   today   could   only   see   his   own   failings.   IT   IS   HIS   PRIDE,   it   has   always   been   troublesome   ,   preventing   him   from   seeing   things   with   a   clear   view.   When   he   is   with   Donatello   for   a   moment   he   feels   unburdened.   He   misses   the   day   he   could   sneak   off   to   Rome   and   they   could   spend   nights   between   the   sheets.   THAT   HAD   BEEN   A   DIFFERENT   KIND   OF   RISK   FROM   THE   ONE   THAT   HAS   BEEN   TAKEN   NOW.   Exile.   The   word   alone   is   a   knock   to   his   pride.   Cosimo   had   been   willing   to   die   ,   but   the   shame   that   came   with   losing   his   place   in   the   city?   He   could   hardly   bear   it.  WHAT   DONATELLO   PROPOSES   IS   UNTHINKABLE   ,  to   go   into   exile   together.   Cosimo   should   refuse   this   offer   but   he   cannot.   As   the   other   helps   him   ,   an   arm   around   his   waist   ,   to   his   study   ,   he   knows   this   is   what   he   had   needed.   TO   SEE   HIM   AGAIN   ;   it   is   as   if   his   soul   is   returning   to   it’s   true   home.   Donatello   was   that   home,  “It   pleases   me   to   hear   that.”   He   admits   with   a   pained   smile.   He   knows   he   will   love   this   man   until   his   lungs   give   out   ;   until   his   life   leaves   him   &   even   after   then.   “I   could   never   order   you   to   do   anything.”   HE   LAUGHS.   “Donatello   does   as   Donatello   pleases   ,   this   is   something   i   have   always   known   my   love.”   They   finally   reach   his   study   and   he   feels   as   if   he   can   breathe.   As   he   settles   into   the   chair   he   closes   his   eyes   for   a   moment.   “It   is….good   to   see   you.”   Has   he   said   this   already?   Cosimo   cannot   remember.

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Everyday was a grand adventure of Donatello. One never knew what they were going to see or learn and that constant unknown was exciting to him. Once, it could have enticed Cosimo to stay a few more minutes with him. This isn’t the Cosimo he first met in Rome so many years ago. The years had taken away the dreams of the young man he once fell in love with. Now Donatello is left with the banker, who the artist tries his best to unburden his soul. He misses the days when Cosimo would surprise him in Rome and they would spend their nights together. He knows that exile is a blow to Cosimo, one that with time, would be fixed. But he knows Cosimo, this is something that will always stay with the man no matter what happens next.

Donatello knows that he’s asking for too much, even for him. To go into exile together with Cosimo is the biggest risk that he’s willing on his own life. He always played it safe, but this needed to something he does for the one he loved most. He used to claim that Rome was his home, but it wasn’t Rome at all. It was Cosimo. He was his heart and soul. He knows that in every life he lives, only one man could truly claim his heart. The banker that stole his heart. He laughs, it was the truth, Cosimo could never really tell Donatello what to do. “Well, maybe not during the day. That says nothing for us during the night.” He teases; surprisingly feeling more relaxed in the study. There were few that could interrupt them. “It is good to see you, my love.” He returns the affection with a kiss to Cosimo’s forehead.

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BAMBINO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

He doesn’t know what Cosimo would say to him. He’s always wanted to make his nonno proud and sometimes as a child, he felt that he wasn’t doing enough. He pushed himself harder and faster, not caring if he ended up exhausted. He did his best to carry his Cosimo’s strength to lead their family as everyone expects of him. On the other side of the coin, he tried to follow his grandmother’s wisdom. That he should do good, and he knows that taking a life is not something good. But he had to protect his father, his brother. If he ever lost them, his heart would be broken and he’d be shattered for good.

Lorenzo is quiet for awhile after Cosimo speaks to him. He gathers up his thoughts and emotions to everything that happened. There’s so much to think about, but he doesn’t make Cosimo wait long. He gives details about how they were on their way home when they were attacked. Him and Giuliano had gotten their father safe and chased some of the other men. With a little struggle, he tells his nonno how he had one of the men on top of him and he used a dagger to end his life. “Everything that man was or ever would be is gone.”

    As   organised   as   the  study   was   ;   some   of   these   volumes   of   books   had   not   been   touched   in   years   -   this   was   a   sign   of   the   respect   he’d   had   from   his   family.   NONE   DARED   TO   TOUCH   ,   without   permission.   Cosimo’s   office   has   always   been   a   private   place.   The   palazzo   was   large   ,   with   many   rooms   yet   this   one   was   the   one   the   elder   banker   had   always   favoured.   FOR   NONE   ENTERED   WITHOUT   HIS   PERMISSION   EITHER.   Lorenzo   takes   a   seat   &   Cosimo   watches   his   grandson   with   tired   eyes   ;   he   had   been   supposed   to   join   them   in   Careggi   but   had   been   too   ill   for   the   journey   &   so   had   remained   home.   NOW   HE   COULD   SEE   HE   HAD   ESCAPED   ALMOST   CERTAIN   DEATH   ,   yet   there   is   guilt   at   not   being   there   ,   at   Lorenzo   having   to   face   this   on   his   own.

         Lorenzo   was   no   longer   a   boy   ,   Cosimo   knows   this   and   yet   it   is   hard   to   see   him   as   anything   else.   Each   detail   only   causes   further   worry   and   guilt   and   for   a   moment   he   says   nothing.   IT   IS   SILENCE   AS   COSIMO   TRIES   TO   FIND   THE   WORDS.   “He   is   gone   due   to   his   own   actions.”   The   banker   finally   responds   ,   cerulean   blue   orbs   locking   upon   the   others.   “This   not   your   fault   ,   these   men   were   clearly   prepared   which   only   leaves   me   to   believe   this   was   a   planned   attack.   They   knew   what   they   were   getting   themselves   into.”   TAKING   ANOTHERS   LIFE   HOWEVER   IS   NOT   EASY.   “Bambino   ,   you   had   no   choice.”

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Lorenzo always wanted to come into the study, but never did unless it was for rare occasions. Even from a young age he knew that this was his nonno’s and there were many things that he shouldn’t touch. In his own way, Lorenzo never wants to lose the memories of his nonno by placing his hands on the many volumes that the study holds. Yet, he knows that Cosimo’s memories will not be tied to books, it will be tied to his character and all that he’s done for Florence. He was glad that nonno didn’t come with them to Careggi, everything could have ended in tragedy and he’s thankful that his father only sustained an injury. Things could have been far more worse. He feels weak for expressing sadness over someone who has tried to kill his family. He knows he must be better than this.

Gone due to his own actions. He supposes that is the truth and his eyes never leaves the his nonno’s. But at his words that it was a planned attack, Lorenzo nods in agreement. He can’t doubt that it wasn’t an attack. “We found a gold coin, it bears the seal of the Pazzi. We think they might have been behind the attack on father.” Hearing that he had no choice, Lorenzo nods slowly, running a hand through his hair. It’s hard words to swallow, but it’s the truth. It was either his own life or someone else’s who tried to attack him. “Giuliano wants to take this to the  Signoria and those in the Priori. But we can’t, we need more proof to prove they are the ones behind the attack.”

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DONATELLO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Donatello has been surrounded by art since he was young. He had found a love of sculpting and creating things from a goldsmith. He had been born in Florence and knew he that he could not follow his father’s life. He couldn’t be tied to wool. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t appreciate his father. His father helped set him on the path to work with trade. Though life had its own disappointments and Florence could never be what he needed. It’s why he left to Rome, he wanted to be with the artists and found a new home here. He never wants Cosimo to feel life’s disappointments, he has a love for the banker. “I’m alright my love, I never got hurt badly and never got into too much trouble.” He murmurs, brushing his lips back.

He loves that grin and knows that until he leaves the artist will lavish more and more attention. He will start his creation, tonight after Cosimo is asleep. He only has a few days to do this and will need all the time in the world to create it. “I’m glad, that you trust me as much as you do. You are very precious to me Cosimo de’ Medici.” He hopes his actions and the small words he says can convey an emotion that Donatello has avoided. Love. That he loves this precious dreamer above him, chasing kisses as he is pressed against the bed. “I hope, I never wish to be a cause of pain for you.” Though that pain will come, when they are to be parted.

THEY   COME   FROM   THE   SAME   CITY   ,   yet   it   has   treated   them   so   differently.   From   all   that   he   has   learned   of   Donatello   ;   it   is   that   Rome   was   the   artists   true   home.   Florence   had   held   nothing   for   him   ,   yet   Cosimo   cannot   help   but   wonder   if   that   has   changed.   WHEN   HE   RETURNS   TO   THE   CITY   ,   will   Donatello   visit?   Or   will   it   simply   be   letters   back   and   forth?.   It’s   clear   to   see   that   the   banker   is   worrying   about   it   ,   for   as   he   trails   fingers   against   the   others   cheek   ,   his   own   expression   seems   to   fall.   HE   THINKS   OF   DONATELLO   ,   brawling   in   the   streets   ,   defending   himself.   Their   lives   were   different   indeed. “I’m   always   going   to   worry.”   He   murmurs   ,   holding   himself   close   to   him.   IN   ROME   HE   DOES   NOT   HAVE   TO   THINK   ABOUT   WHAT   IS   EXPECTED.   In   Rome   he   only   needs   to   think   about   Donatello   &   spending   every   waking   moment   with   him.   “You   could   never   cause   me   pain.”   He   is   so   naive   ;   he   has   no   idea   of   the   trials   that   await   them   both   -   OF   WHAT   IS   TO   COME.   He   thinks   not   of   his   departure   ,   but   of   this   moment.   Cosimo   does   not   ask   for   declarations   of   love   ,   he   fears   he   would   never   get   them.   Instead   ,   all   he   asks   for   is   a   few   hours   of   the   artists   time.   “As   you   are   precious   to   me.”

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Florence was always better for the wealthy, that is not who Donatello would be. Not that he couldn’t survive, he has. But he’s more likely to share his money to those who needed more than himself. Those that worked for him needed the coin for their own families and Donatello is more than willing to provide. He wonders if he will see Cosimo again when the banker leaves. Or perhaps he will find himself wandering back to Florence to visit him. Surely there will be times Cosimo might call upon him to create something. He doesn’t want things to end with just letters. Leaning into fingers against his cheek, his warm brown eyes stare up into cerulean orbs. “I will see you again Cosimo, I promise you.” He doesn’t want his dreamer to worry about them, about his past.

“Then I’ll always have to reassure you, so you can relax.” They are as close as two people could be, and Donatello wonders if this is what it means to find his soul? Because his feels his soul lifted when he’s around the other man. “I will continue to keep it that way.” If he had known what the future held for them both, he wonders if they would carry regrets. Everytime he wishes to say those three words, something stops him. Saying any declarations of love would make the departure all the harder. But this is what Cosimo needs and he shouldn’t be left with questions about his feelings. “Never forget, what you mean to me, Cosimo… I, I love you.”

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LORENZO * ( @tangledsperanze​ )

Lorenzo’s glad that he was able to express how he felt for his best friend, he’s also glad that Sandro felt the same way. It would have been painful to be rejected by your best friend. “Me? I’m never ridiculous, I’m being perfectly sane.” He teases, but chases back from another little kiss.  He hums softly as Sandro plays with his hair; he loves this feeling more than anything. He wonders if he couldn’t sleep tonight, if he could get Sandro to play with his hair. “You are very good at persuading, but I think now that we are taking, you might get me to do what you want.” He grins, pressing a kiss to the other man’s nose.

    Sandro   makes   a   sound   torn   between   amusement   and   derision.   “You’re   always   ridiculous.”   he   mutters   but   he’s   smiling.   FINGERS   SLIDE   THROUGH   CURLS   AS   THEY   HAVE   BEFORE   ,   caressing   each   and   every   one.   “I   am   it’s   true.”   He   adds   as   an   afterthought.   A   kiss   is   pressed   to   Sandro’s   nose   and   he   smiles,   bringing   his   head   down   to   rest   against   the   others   chest   as   they   movie   plays.   HE   SWEARS   THIS   IS   HEAVEN.   There   is   no   other.   “So   are   you   gonna   tell   me   whats   keeping   you   up   at   night?.”

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Lorenzo looks at him horrified at his words. He knows that Sandro’s joking, but it doesn’t stop him from pouting. “You are being very rude to someone who came all of this way to see you.” He teases, as he leans into the fingers in his hair. This was a perfect feeling, one that Lorenzo could always get used to. He wonders if Sandro could feel and hear how loud his heart was pounding for the man that laid here in his arms, watching the movie beside him. This was better than any poem that he could have written. “The bank is keeping me up. Father has overextended us by giving people too many loans and they haven’t been paid in return.”  

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He brushes hair from his eyes, knowing exactly who has taken his goblet out of his hands long before he ever had to look up. “Well you must forgive me, brother. You have been so busy, I decided to start without.” Humming, he leaned onto his elbows, as he looked over at his older brother. “You being my brother is not a fact that I have ever forgotten.” 

           Swiftly he moved to claim a seat by a wooden chair nearby, leaving his back against its smooth surface with an audible sigh.    “   Well, perhaps if you’d help me more I wouldn’t be so busy.  ”     A teasing undertone echoed in the depths of his voice as he took another deep sip of the wine, finishing the portion in the goblet.   “   Oh do look more PLEASED when you say that, Giuliano. Being your big brother has been one of the few joys in my life.    ”

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Sighing in response and perhaps the tiniest bit of mocking, he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he stares at his elder brother. “Here I thought that you didn’t need my help. You’ve lovingly pointed out that you have others more capable to help. You know I’d help if you truly wanted me to.” He’s trying not to pout, knowing that most of the wine in the goblet will be gone soon. He’ll just get more when his brother isn’t looking. “Yes, Lorenzo, I forgot that you’ve always preferred the company of our sisters, rather than with your only brother.”

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Just take a deep breath, Mahfiruze… This isn’t Constantinople anymore… It’s Florence…

The young sultana fumbled with her slender, manicured fingers as she was escorted down the hall to meet with the Lord of Florence. Mahfiruze Hümaşah came to the grand state on behalf of her brother, Sultan Mehmed the Conqueror, to discuss diplomacy and trading between the ever growing Ottoman Empire and Florence. Why Mehmed chose her to go was beyond her, but he knew that with her beauty, she could easily sway anyone, man or woman, into doing whatever she asked them of. Her kind and gentle demeanor were a plus. Who could say no to an almost ethereal young woman?

Yet, the princess was quite bashful around the opposite sex due to her Islamic faith and status. Her only interaction with men were her sultan brother, their late father, and the eunuchs who worked within the Imperial Harem. It didn’t help that her Florentine ladies-in-waiting were constantly gushing over the magnificent Lorenzo, about how charming and strikingly handsome he was. This only made her more nervous of excelling in her brother’s request.

With a gentle rap on door, a guard announced her presence the moment she halted in front of the meeting room.

Her Imperial Highness, Mahfiruze Hümaşah Sultan, sister of Sultan Mehmed, is here, your Grace.

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The young banker, he knew that he would entertain nobles from different lands. He took many of the weeks before Mahfiruze Hümaşah was supposed to come to Florence. He didn’t want to insult her by not knowing much about her home and about the Ottoman Empire. He knew that it was important to impress the sultana, Florence needed the support of the Ottoman Empire. He knew too well how strong the army was and Lorenzo knew it would be smart to have that an alliance if Florence ever needed to be defended.

He had heard how beautiful the princess was and knew however that he must tread carefully. All he’s heard from his brother about how beautiful Mahfiruze Hümaşah was. Yet, he knew that she wasn’t here to be flirted with. He knew of her faith and read up about it. He was curious if she had ever seen many places past her home, or if this was the first time that she’s been away from home? Regardless, he knew that she would be treated with the respect she deserved.

Hearing the knock, he nodded his head and when she entered the meeting room, be bowed and took his hand to press a kiss to the back of it. “It is an honor to meet you, your majesty.”

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While he only knows the true pain of death, from his father passing, he’s never known losing a wife. He does understand the need to withdraw and keep oneself away. However when it was Beatrice who asked the banquet, in order to help get her brother out of their own palazzo, who was he to refuse? Beatrice was quickly becoming a friend to his family and he understood her wanting to help her brother. When he sees Alessandro look towards him, he gives back a polite smile and bow of his head. He’s aware of the whispers as well and it would do no one any good to listen to idea gossip. A good man has lost his wife, he should allowed to look as sad as he wants. However, he didn’t want Alessandro to look alone, in doing so, he leaves his companions and his mother to weave his way through the crowded room. He’s doesn’t believe he’s ever spoke to Alessandro before and only hopes the other man have a good time. When he reaches him, he politely calls out his name. “Messer Mannini, thank you for coming tonight.”

When he notices the younger man approaching him, Alessandro quickly takes a sip of his wine and steels himself for the imminent polite conversation. He nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for inviting me, although I have a suspicion that is my sister’s doing.” His eyes find the familiar figure of his sister across the room, who offers him an approving smile. His attention returns to the host and he smiles gently. “My apologies if I ruin the mood of the night, however. It has been a while since I’ve attended a banquet.” And he was anxious to return home, so that he could make sure his daughters were doing alright.

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He understands that this must be a difficult situation for Alessandro to deal with. From what he knows from the other’s man sister, that he probably would rather return home. Having his own son made him wish to not stay at the parties as long as he used to. “I will admit, it was your sister who begged me to extend an invitation to you. She can be very persuasive when she wants to be.” He returns the gentle smile, nodding his head to Alessandro’s sister. “That is alright, I do hope you have a good night and if you wish to return home at any time, you can. You don’t have to stay here for a long time. You coming tonight was enough for me.”