Her beloved Amadeo’s distress hit Bianca hard. She didn’t object and let herself be guided to the safe sanctuary of her bedroom. What had happened to make her sweet one suffer? Amadeo wore his heart on his sleeve this very moment and Bianca will always protect his precious heart.
Watching him like this and then hearing what had transpired made Bianca’s heart beat faster. She had feared and yet expected something. A powerful man like Marius had a past and the past had a tendency to resurface. The past also had a peculiar tendency to hurt those caught in the storm.
Bianca held Amadeo close, wrapping her arms around him, letting him rest his head against her chest. She shivered a moment feeling him so cold. Pressing a soft kiss on top of his auburn hair, Bianca gently lifted Deo’s head and meet his gaze feeling a bit lightheaded. His gaze had always been intense yet soft, now she felt she could drown into his eyes and faint if she didn’t hold to her senses.
“A man like Marius is bound to have had lovers. I do not know who she is but if you wish to give me a name, a rank, I could try and find out more” Bianca did not know who this woman was. On one hand she understood the logic of a past, of former lovers but she loved Deo with all her heart and she would not silent, she would not hesitate to try and help him, no matter what “Marius loves you, Deo. He can’t and won’t forget you. I saw the way he looked at you. The eyes never lie. Hearts may get confused, minds may desire to preserve logic and lips may try and lie but the eyes never lie, Deo. Remember that” she felt her words stuck in her throat, her emotions surfacing strong “between Marius and this former lover of his there might have been a deep love and now it might be a moment of seeing each other after many years with renewed eyes” Bianca did not wish to think of Marius like he was like all the men she knew, fickle and careless with the love laid at their feet. This man chiseled in fine marble could rival the gods of antiquity and Bianca admitted to herself that a soft touch of his hand would make her shiver and yearn for more. The man could make her feel like a blushing virgin once again and that thought made her laugh in the solitude of her bed or bathroom. So different than her sweet Deo who matched her mischief, close in age made them close in moods “Stay for the night, amore mio. Stay with me a little longer. I do not wish to give you back into the night. Not yet” Bianca smiled, pressing à soft kiss to his forehead.
A man like Marius is bound to have had lovers. Yes, Amadeo should have thought of this. His Master was not a young man. Even by mortal standards. Of course there had been others. How many? Amadeo didn't know if he wanted to know. He looked down at his hands, doubt suddenly in his mind where there had never before been doubt. How did he measure up to these previous lovers? That woman, she was lovely. And Marius had made her immortal, just as Marius had made him. He looked up at Bianca, fighting back the bloody tears.
"He may not forget me... but what if he leaves me?" he whispered softly, pain in his voice. "He made me what I am and I don't know what or where I would be if he left me..." He wrapped his arms around Bianca as she held him, closing his eyes as he began to heave dry sobs. He pressed his forehead to her neck, she was so warm. So very lovely and warm. He could hear her heartbeat. Marius had told him that he shouldn't let himself get so close to humans. He pulled away as the smell of her blood became enticing. No, he couldn't. He shouldn't be here. He was endangering Bianca.
"I don't know her rank, or full name. Marius simply called her... 'Pandora'," he said softly. "Like Pandora's Box, I wonder?" He remembered the Greek myths about Pandora's box. "So it probably isn't her real name," he said softly. Or then again... maybe it was? Could she actually be the fabled Pandora from the legends that he'd read about in his school studies? Surely not - though that was over a thousand years ago - had she been with Marius so long? His heart fell again. He sank down into a chair near her bed and folded his hands in his lap.
"Do you think - perhaps - she might be his wife?" He looked up at Bianca, unable to hold the tears back any longer, no matter how hard he tried. Was Marius wed to her? Had he left her and - perhaps - a different family... for Venice? And now she was here to take him home. Did he have other fledglings? Other lovers waiting for him? He brought his hands up again to hug himself tightly. Where would he fit into this life of Marius's? Would he be the one playing the lute for his Master outside of a closed bedroom door as Riccardo did?
He knew that there had been... something... between Marius and Riccardo before. Was that his fate now? No. No, Riccardo had not been turned, and he had... but... was it only because he had been dying? Had Marius intended for this to happen? Or did it simply happen earlier than anticipated? He thought back on the changes in his studies, where before he had been studying for a life - outside of the palazzo, and now he studied for immortality. If it had been Marius's intent all along to make him immortal... why then had he not always been studying for immortality?
So many doubts flew through his mind, and he was unsure of which ones to focus on at a time, instead he brought his knees to his chest and hid his face away and cried.
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