amore

valente d'onofrio, thirty, heir.

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ladygianetta​:

hands  clasped  in  front  of  her,  gianetta  could  not  help  but  stare  in  confusion  at  valente.  had  she  imagined  everything?  was  he  not  upset  about  losing  her  to  the  giordano?  she  approached  him  and  tilted  her  head.  “tis…”  she  trailed  off.  brown  eyes  stayed  on  him.  “have  you  not  heard  the  decree?”

valente blinked at the young woman. “i have. i've been meaning to congratulate you on your betrothal!” he said brightly. “well, if i could have wed you myself, of course i would have. but i cannot let myself dwell on the sting of losing a little dalliance, can i? you mustn’t either. some sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.”

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rclvra:

       CLARA  WOULD  BE  LYING  if  she  didn’t  at  least  admit  that  there  was  something  interesting  about  the  man  standing  before  her  -  not  that  it  would  change  anything.  fraternising  with  the  other  side  was  something  she  had  sworn  to  be  wary  of  and  as  long  as  the  divide  between  the  giordano’s  and  lombardi’s  existed  she  would  maintain  her  cautions.   she  glances  down  at  the  box  in  his  hands  for  a  moment  before  looking  back  at  him  questioningly.  

“  but  they  are  not  reconciled.  i  doubt  they  ever  will  be.  ”  she’s  seen  too  much  of  the  warring  first  hand  to  allow  herself  the  luxury  of  believing  in  the  so  called  decree.  she  gives  it  mere  months  before  it  inevitably  breaks  down.  but  she  reserves  her  opinions  and  instead  chooses  to  acknowledge  his  question,  her  brows  slightly  raised  at  his forthright  attitude.  she  tilts  her  head,  gaze  shifting  away  as  if  to  seriously  ponder  the  question.  “  hm.  unfortunately  all  my  friends  despise  chocolate.  besides,  i  thought  someone  like  you  could  get  any  girl  in  a  heartbeat.  ”

“all feuds end. people who crave power at any means will fall. for all its harshness, there is still justice in the world,” he tells her. he’s speaking from the heart now, though as usual, he expresses it with insouciant tones. “you need more faith and optimism. it costs nothing and enriches the soul, much like chocolate. what a shame to hear about your friends.” he stops controlling his smile at her words, his lips forming a broad grin. “someone like me?”

he asks, “please enlighten me: what am i like? i have never given my reputation much thought.” valente doesn’t expect the beauty to sing him praises; nonetheless, he’s keen to hear precisely what she thinks of him.

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bivnchi:

His attitude in the midst of the announcement and all the other reactions she’d encountered thus far seemed to be one in a dozen and might have amused her a bit. Though the feeling only reached a small glint in her eyes. Valente most certainly stood out for this alone. “Of course.” She agreed, taking moment to observe him. She wondered if it was for show or true. “You’re surprisingly cheerful compared to the sea of nobles.”

“Well, of course, Nadya.” He raised a goblet full of wine in acknowledgement; he planned to drink himself silly that day, in celebration. “We may have our ideological differences, but it’s hard to fault a step towards unity.” His uncritical mindset would certainly inflame accusations that his viewpoint was myopic, but he did not concern himself with public opinion. 

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—  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 :  @valcntc​

        STRAY  HAIRS  FRAME  CLARA’S  FACE  as  she makes  her  way  through  the  city.  fingers  weave  around  the  handle  of  a  basket  holding  an  assortment  of  bluebells,  lilies  and  geraniums  as  she  takes  a  turn  onto  another  street.   her  eyes  almost  immediately  spot  a  familiar  figure  and  as  if  on  instinct  she  moves  closer  to  the  crowd  in  hopes  to  pass  by  valente  unnoticed.  her  feet  pick  up  the  pace  but  are  forced  to  abruptly  stop  to  allow  a  carriage  to  pass  by.

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        valente sprints in front of her. “pardon. this carriage contains something for me.” the nobleman flashes her a cool smile. his hands fetch the package, a box. “grazie!” he tells the coachman. he looks at the brunette, head canting. he wonders how she really feels about him, if this is unadulterated vexation or if she’s toying with him as well. he decides to test the waters by teasing. “this is a box of chocolate powder, reputedly some of the finest from spain. i ordered it for myself, and perhaps my family, to consume. but there’s been a decree; you must have heard of it.”

        verdant-coloured eyes flit to the side. “if the two feuding sides are reconciled, then surely i’ll be permitted to woo women once affiliated with the giordanos....” he trails off at the last syllable, as if preparing to ask about her. instead, he asks, “do you know any who may be interested in my company? any friends you may have?”

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valente was tapping a happy song on the table, using the ornamented trestle as percussion. it almost seemed as if the young heir was blissfully unaware to the social upheaval currently shaking the rest of florence’s psyches. but he wasn’t; he was just gratified by these new developments, genuinely believing this would lead to the peace he always wished for italy. a chipper grin on his countenance, he asked, “it’s a fine day, isn’t it?”

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⇢ Introducing VALENTE D'ONOFRIO, the 30 year old CIS MALE, HEIR of D'ONOFRIO. HE is known for being QUIXOTIC, INCORRUPTIBlE, UNDIPLOMATIC and IRASCIBLE. VALENTE bears an uncanny resemblance to TARON EGERTON and is playing ( CH 3 ).

BIOGRAPHY

The D’Onofrio patriarch’s hunger for power is well-known to the people of Florence by now. What others don’t know firsthand is the terror he inspired in his son’s heart, enough for the boy to promise himself he won’t become like his father. Of course, many things are unavoidable. For example, his looks. With the sharp features and brown hair, Valente resembles his father tremendously. He’s rather quick-tempered too, but Valente strives to channel his emotions into doing good. 

He’s very passionate, and does not like to withhold his thoughts in any way, because he considers it to be the cousin of scheming. He hates scheming, as his father was so fond of it. However, as a result, his detractors frame his candour as a dangerous lack of tact. (They’re not entirely wrong there.) He is also well-known for falling easily for attractive women, causing critics to brand him too distracted and unfit for his future role as the Ruling Lord of his noble house. But Valente values the chance to be a better Ruling Lord than his father ever was, and will not relinquish his heir status any time soon. His sister-in-law’s pregnancy will certainly complicate matters.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

You know the drill. Relatives beyond his immediate family (such as cousins and uncles), enemies (especially political ones), friends, lovers (exclusively female, as he is heterosexual). Please check out his wanted connection, if you’re so inclined! (This goes for lurkers too.)

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