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@the-painters-apprentice
I miss our quiet nights where I would gondolier you through the canals and we'd talk of the stars...
I have it in good authority that the canals still remain, as do the stars. If you would wish to try your hand at it again, I can not fathom what may be stopping you.
“By your leave, milady... I would be honored if you would come gondoliering with me one evening beneath the Venetian starts...”
Some of you have never been kidnapped, enslaved in a brothel, then kidnapped again, set on fire, starved, then turned into a cult leader, and it really shows.
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It was a dream. This whole thing must be a dream. Some nightmare that had turned for the better. Or perhaps everything else was a dream? Had he imagined five-hundred years of torment? Had he imagined watching his Maestro go up in flames? He held tightly to the form that held him back. It was familiar, safe. He couldn't help but cry. Blood staining his cheeks, even as Marius's fingers turned his face upward as effortlessly as if he himself had still been human.
He didn't really understand what Marius was saying. Take them out of there? Hold on to him? He certainly wasn't letting go any time soon. Land? He didn't know. Not until they were lifted up into the air. He gasped, tightening his hold around Marius's waist and pressing his face to Marius's chest. Flying, they were flying. The thing in his mind had told him it was possible but he hadn't believed him. After all, who would believe such a thing?!
And yet there they were. In the air. Fleeing from the intense heat coming from the flaming building behind them. And then they were in the forest, near a small cabin. Something that Riccardo would never imagine his Master having. It was humble, not at all extravagant like the Palazzo, or the house he'd just immolated. Oh god. Riccardo's hands found his own hair then. He'd set Marius's house on fire! He looked up at Marius as his face was touched again. "Master - I - I'm sorry! I don't - I'm so sorry! He said - he said that the leader of those vile creatures was in that house, I didn't know! I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know!"
His tone was frantic, he clutched to Marius's robes, eyes begging for forgiveness. Alone - yes. "No he - he is quiet for now. Quiet." He turned from Marius. "But he's never quiet for long. He always comes back. Always - always comes back..." he gripped the side of his head. "He knows me. He knows all about me, and he knows that I am afraid of them... he knows that I want to destroy them..." He shook his head, fresh tears rolling from his lashes. He looked at Marius. "I'm sorry, Master - I -" He looked him over. "How are you here? I saw you - I saw you go up in flames!"
The Painter’s Apprentice
Riccardo wasn't sure how this was going to go. When he had learned that not only were Marius and Amadeo alive, but together, he had wondered how they would take to his sudden reappearance. He admitted it, he had been afraid. He'd stood outside of Trinity Gate a few times, wanting to go inside, hearing Amadeo's voice, though it sounded different. Lower. Deeper. A little colder. It had still been Amadeo. And Marius's voice, and his soft laugh. Oh how he missed them dearly.
But he was afraid.
He had joined with Marius's enemies, willingly. Could Marius ever forgive such a transaction? But he had been alone for decades now - and it was starting to wear on him. He needed - someone. So here he stood - outside of the grand Chateau that had been rebuilt, many immortals he'd come into contact with had either been here or heard that it was a good place to come. And so here he was. He knew that they were here. They had to be. But maybe - just maybe - Marius could forgive him. He longed to look into those eyes again, to know, really know, that he was alive.
He walked into the Chateau quietly, greeted by some woman who greeted him. He requested an audience with Marius, and she instructed him to wait in one of the antechambers and she would fetch him. He stood in the small room, fidgeting with a ring on his finger that was almost as old as he was. He stared up at a painting of who could only be Lestat. He knew the style, every brush stroke was familiar to him. He reached out to touch the painting slowly, fingers brushing just over the frame until he heard someone enter the room behind him.
He froze, biting his lip just a little and bowed his head slightly before he slowly turned to face the man who had only seen the back of his head, and looked across the room at the blond man standing there, as if he had stepped through time. He still wore red, though the fashion was a little different, but his eyes were the same. The color of his hair. The shape of his face. Riccardo gave a small smile.
"Buona sera, Maestro." He lowered his hands to hang by his sides. "I bet you weren't expecting... me."
@thevampiremariusderomanus
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Allie felt a deep heaviness in his core. The more they spoke the heavier the ache moving to his heart. “Riccardo” He mouths the boys name as they speak. Allie head shakes softly and his eyes fill with blood tears.
“Please, Riccardo” His lower lip trembles.
He’s throwing himself into their arms as soon as they turn back to face him. “Forgive me, please. Oh, please forgive me” He’s holding on tightly to his brother. Any effort to comfort them and losing himself in the course.
“I love you” He’s so afraid of letting them go. For if he does, he may lose him again to some unforeseen force. Of what? He didn’t know. He was just so afraid of the past coming back and hunting them. And at this very moment it was doing just that. Allie shivers against his brother. “Let me love you now. Now that we are together again”
Riccardo watched his once-brother carefully. "Albinus." He sighed, shaking his head. "Allie, what is it that you want me to say?" He searched Albinus's face for clues. And then Albinus was throwing himself into his arms and he nearly staggered backward in surprise, clutching at the boy to keep him from falling to the ground. "Forgive you? For what? For not knowing? How could you have known?" He brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Allie, get up. You're being overdramatic and making a spectacle of yourself." He looked around to make sure no one was around them. "I love you too, Albinus. As my brother. And I always will. But for now, that will have to be enough for you." He looked down at him, brushing back his hair. "You do not even know me anymore, brother. Nor do I really know you. We are neither of us the same person that we were 500 years ago. And if you are the same person? Then what does that say?" He touched Albinus's shoulder, trying to get him to stand on his own.
"Albinus, please. Stop this. I am sorry, brother, but we had our time, and we missed it."
Truth serum. Do you love me more than a brother?
“I did.”
“Riccardo” He sighs, turning aside a moment his hands were lifted and folded behind his head. He paces in thought and turns back to him. “Times were different then, you’re right. That does not mean I believed –” His hand went to his heart. His gaze softens and he bites his lip. There’s a lump forming in his throat. He’s finding it difficult to cross that fine line.
“I never ever once thought of you as a peasant. “I wanted to know so much more about you. Didn’t you understand that much? How many times did I find myself following you and Amadeo to the brothels? I was so curious about who or what you found attractive. I even fanta–” His words cut away, he looks down a bit embarrassed now. He attempts to recover himself and looks back up at them. “I just want you to know I would of if giving the chance. I would of liked to known you better”
“What mattered was how I viewed myself. How the world viewed me. Yes, I was a princeling beneath Marius’s roof, but without Marius? I was nothing. I knew it. I knew I was unworthy.” Riccardo shook his head, turning away from Albinus. “But it doesn’t matter. That was a long time ago.”
He glanced back over his shoulder. “The brothels? You misunderstand what we did there if that is what you thought. Amadeo accompanied me to the brothels every week, because we were taking coin to the whores who had borne the sons and daughters of our brothers. We made sure they were provided for.” Until the fire, of course. He wondered how many of those children had lived to adult hood. Had they grown? Had families of their own? Or had they been inducted into the brothels like their mothers?
Riccardo wished he knew.
Fire Bad, Tree Pretty | Marius
@red-velvet-roman
He was going mad. That must be it. It happened sometimes, to the Old ones. When an immortal walked the world too long. Hed foolishly thought himself immune, that he might be one of those that were too strong or lucky enough to not fall prey to the madness, to have their mind shatter. But Riccardo was dead, yet standing here before him. Dead, centuries gone, slain by his own fledgling, his precious Amadeo, when theyd starved him. Yet he was looking at him, looking right at his precious boy, his strong little warrior son.
Madness! It had to be. That… that or Amel had found a new way to hurt him, now with Daniel safe from his clutches at Trinity Gate. He’d somehow found a pawn with a resemblance to someone Marius had loved, and sent him after-
“Maestro…”
That name! From those lips… It had been so long! No, this was too much, this pawn, it couldnt… It was too perfect, this resemblance. He looked just like Riccardo, sounded just like Riccardo… No, no cheap lookalike this, but a perfect clone of his darling son, as if Marius had painted straight from memory, a mirror image from his mind, yet so much better! Better because this was no painting, but real, and solid, and stareing at him with a dawning recognition in those oh so familiar eyes.
Too real for madness either, solid immortal flesh under his palm, the pulse slow and sluggish but steady where his fingers gripped the throat- His hand!
He was strangling his boy!
He released Riccardo immediately, tension draining from his arm as he lifted his shaky hand to his own mouth before letting it fall at his side, taking a step back in horror at what hed almost done. He had called the fire, had the gift at reach, been seconds away from- NO! No, not him, I couldnt hurt him, no…
A loud crash behind him invaded their private moment as the fire ate away at the house’s structure, a beam collapsing with a snap and taking down part of the roof. Sparks and burning ash swam in the air, kicked up by the beam, swarming like angry hornets. If they stayed, not only would they run the risk of being set alight, but the mortals would come soon to try and put out the blaze before it took down the entire area. They needed to move. Flight would be fastest, but he didnt know if Riccardo had the Gift, or if hed be able to control it in his current state of mind. Marius could still sense the pain and madness there inside his boy, amid the new confusion and recognition of who he was. But he made no move to attack farther, and Marius refused to leave him behind. Not now.
Swallowing down a million questions, the blonde opened his arms and beckoned the boy, intent on spiriting them away so he could find out more. “Come with me, Riccardo…”
The pressure stopped, and he could breath again. Not that he truly needed breath, but it was a nice sensation. He reached up, gripping his throat and looked over at the fire behind Marius.
Burn.
Destroy.
He shook his head slightly, trying to clear it of the Voice fueling his anger. He looked at Marius as he called him forward. For yes, this was truly Marius wasn’t it? No illusion. He had felt his hand. Heard his voice. He surged forward, arms coming around the firm form of his Master.
“Oh, Maestro... I’m so sorry.” His voice broke with emotion, raw, unfiltered sorrow, anger, and love. He had last seen Marius engulfed in flames. When he and Amadeo had been taken with the others. He had thought there to be no way that their Master had survived the flames. Even a great magician such as he - but no. Not a magician. A vampire.
“How?” He pulled back enough to look up at Marius’s face. “How are you here?” How had he survived the fire? He pressed his face to Marius’s chest, his forehead against his throat. He suddenly felt like a 19 year old again - frightened, scared, and yet safe, despite the flames burning behind them. Marius was alive.
Alive.
And Riccardo had almost destroyed him. Again.
Truth serum. Do you love me more than a brother?
“I did.”
Riccardo, we both know how I felt about that. I could not do it. How many times did I sit and cry behind locked doors?“ He reached for their hands holding them.
"Yes, she was a noble woman and I was so afraid I would let her down. Would I really have gone through with it? ” He feels a little anxious, but quickly recovers lowering his voice. “You should have told me. I would of been honored to run anywhere with you” He confesses.
Riccardo smiled sadly. “But we both had our responsibilities, brother. I did not want to let our Maestro down. He had such plans for us... for me, and for you. We were to go off to University, and become people that would be an influence on society. And you know that it would not have been the best public image for you to run away with me. You were nobility. I a mere peasant from the streets.”
Fire Bad - Tree Pretty | Marius
@red-velvet-roman
Fire - he loathed fire, and yet it was filling him up. He was burning from the inside out and he had to let it out. It was always in his head. Constant, swirling, burning, painful. The laughter, the terror, the whispers. They were all evil. All of them. They were stealing away boys in the night and they were killing them, burning them. He could see them laughing and dancing around their pyres.
He kept moving, burning, killing them all. All of them. He was strong enough now, he could kill them all. He could avenge them! Avenge his brothers. And all the nameless ones that they had taken. He could avenge them all! This one was the last in the area. He only heard a single heartbeat inside, but there could be others around. They could come back. If their headquarters were burned, maybe they would leave. He could stand, waiting, waiting for them to come back and then finish them! Finsh them all!
He lashed out with his fire, burning, setting stone on fire without much problem at all, the curtains inside, the carpets, the wood work.
All of it.
Burn.
Burn!
BURN!
They would burn.
Just like them.
Just. Like. Them.
He could feel the heartbeat approaching, and he knew that it was a powerful heartbeat. Perhaps the leader of the coven then. He had to be dealt with.
Burn.
He braced himself as the doors flew open, but the sight that greeted him knocked him reeling, retreating and he would have fallen had the hand not grabbed on to his throat. His eyes were wide, fear, trepidation, pain. What was this vision? Why?
Surrounded by fire.
Fire.
Pain.
Fear.
He reached out, lashing back at the figment, this was an illusion, it must be.
No.
And then his name from those lips.
He looked up at the blond vampire, his heart racing. The voice in his head raging at him.
Attack.
Burn.
Fight!
DESTROY.
And yet only one word was he able to speak, only one thought. He couldn’t obey. He couldn’t. One word overruled them all.
“Maestro?”
Fire Bad - Tree Pretty | Marius
@red-velvet-roman
Fire - he loathed fire, and yet it was filling him up. He was burning from the inside out and he had to let it out. It was always in his head. Constant, swirling, burning, painful. The laughter, the terror, the whispers. They were all evil. All of them. They were stealing away boys in the night and they were killing them, burning them. He could see them laughing and dancing around their pyres.
He kept moving, burning, killing them all. All of them. He was strong enough now, he could kill them all. He could avenge them! Avenge his brothers. And all the nameless ones that they had taken. He could avenge them all! This one was the last in the area. He only heard a single heartbeat inside, but there could be others around. They could come back. If their headquarters were burned, maybe they would leave. He could stand, waiting, waiting for them to come back and then finish them! Finsh them all!
He lashed out with his fire, burning, setting stone on fire without much problem at all, the curtains inside, the carpets, the wood work.
All of it.
Burn.
Burn!
BURN!
They would burn.
Just like them.
Just. Like. Them.
cM| : SICKY August Gonet by Hadar Pitchon with styling from McLayne Ycmat x Sicky Magazine (Summer 2016)
How would you react if you found out that you did not, in fact, kill Riccardo?
He offers a rather ugly sneer. “What a ridiculous question. How would anyone react if they found one of their deceased loved ones was still alive? It does not matter, because it is hypothetical. Riccardo is dead.”
Slowly pulling down the hood of his cloak, Riccardo steps forward. “Except that is not true. You have been... mislead, my brother...” He looks up slowly, watching him quietly. “I am not dead. Well - not in the sense you thought, anyway...”
Truth serum. Do you love me more than a brother?
“I did.”
Allie's brows lifted. "I didn't know know, Riccardo"
“Yes, well... in those times I didn’t really speak out of turn... it wouldn’t have been appropriate. You had a grand life ahead of you.”
“I did have a promising future. I cannot deny that, Riccardo. We all were granted that opportunity by our Maestro. Then look what happened to us both”
Allie sighs, moving to sit beside him. “I don’t think it would of been inappropriate for you to tell me. I would have--” He pauses in thought. “I was smitten with you, Riccardo”
“That is precisely why I did not tell you. You were meant to go off and marry some lovely noble woman. Someone of breeding. You were in line for the throne of France.” Riccardo smiled slightly. “You were not meant to grow old and die with an old painter who came from the slums of Venice, Albinus.”
Truth serum. Do you love me more than a brother?
“I did.”
Allie's brows lifted. "I didn't know know, Riccardo"
“Yes, well... in those times I didn’t really speak out of turn... it wouldn’t have been appropriate. You had a grand life ahead of you.”
