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The moon is a loyal companion. It 𝐍 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by 𝐈 𝐌 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒.
ind. sel. multi. ft. women from: ACOTAR, ADOW, WESTWORLD, TOLKIEN, VIKINGS & MEDICI THE MAGNIFICENT ©
𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 & 𝙶𝚒𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 ? more likely than you think.
❝ TO EVERY QUESTION I HAVE EVER HAD, OR EVER WILL HAVE YOU ARE THE ANSWER ❞
// DIANA BISHOP
[ SEAMSTRESS ]
It is easy for a rich man to garner the attentions of those with lesser wealth but her current patron is not of them. Easily, Simonetta’s house is provided for. She needs nothing, that Rosalie can see with plain eyes focused on her, that Giuliano can provide. Perhaps there is a tighter bond there, unseen. That’s wise, of course. Simonetta’s gilded cage has a wolf at its door, to keep her in or others out, Rosalie is not sure. “I hope you like his gifts. They are better than what most people purchase from me. Would you like to take a look around the place yourself?”
OF COURSE SHE LIKED HIS GIFTS -although that did not mean she wouldn’t scold Giuliano later. Marco would undoubtedly wonder where she got these things from, and the simple excuse of merchants on the streets spoiling her with goods slowly got old. Not to mention, a garb like this would be impossible for a simple merchant to make, or miss, for that matter. ❝ But of course I would have to take a look around. ❞ Buying herself something else would be the perfect excuse, and money often did not play a role in her, unfortunately caged, life. ❝ Do you have the time to show me around, madonna ? ❞
[ LORENZO ]
“ Convince him? Madonna, it is my wish. Certainly, that’s more than enough excuse. ” He responded curtly to her remark yet he owed to remember that a mere wife would often view her husband as the greater evil. But Florence was Lorenzo’s kingdom and he, its unofficial KING, a bright prince that was called upon the age of 21 to lead men thrice his age. Undoubtedly, this must have meant something.
His orbs were sharp as he took notice of her discomfort, her paper-thin hands raising to the tender skin of her collarbone as if the mere movement would block whatever it was that ailed her. “ Simonetta. Are you too unwell? Perhaps you should sit. ” Lorenzo suggested with some reluctance. His expertise laid on the higher-callings and not on the science of a healer, thus he was unsure of her condition and how fast it could progress.
“ Show up in the Medici palazzo? Please, listen to yourself. ” Was this his arrogance peeking? Him who was beloved by all citizens, regardless of age, from the day he was born? Lorenzo was often paraded to Florence as a child as soon as he had shown early signs of charisma. A clever ploy of his grandfather and father to establish their rule. And the ploy did work better than expected and Firenze fell in love with Lorenzo whom they now praised as a prince, a king, sometimes a GOD. “ I beg of YOU, do not underestimate me, madonna. I fancy believing I do hold some influence. Should you wish to depart you can freely do so. You are not a prisoner HERE. ”
HER ILLNESS WAS A WEAKNESS -one she absolutely loathed to show to the outside world. She would walk, she would speak and she would eat, but everything was done with the pain brought my at least twenty knives stabbed into her lungs no matter what she did. It simply was impossible to hide these things from the outside world, perhaps also the reason why she was trying to push so many people away from her, afraid that they would notice and see nothing but an imminent death hovering over her.
Life to Simonetta was something precious. But whether she wanted it to continue like this was a battle she still fought every waking moment of her days.
Trembling hands sought for the chair behind her, slowly lowering herself to sit down. For a moment she had her eyes cast down, especially when she heard the slight change of tone in Lorenzo’s voice. She was not used for anyone to raise their voice in her direction. More proof that she had been spoiled most of her life- often daring to talk back whenever it happened, but right now it did nothing more than to bring her to silence, force her to contemplate Lorenzo’s offer once again.
❝ ---- no, it is not my wish to depart, Messere. ❞ This was a decision she had made long ago already, even though part of her still fought against it. ❝ But this whole ordeal scares me. Marco does not wish me close to your brother, or master Botticelli. He shall try to have me go back home and await my fate there. I fear to speak to Giuliano, but at the same time I know you could offer me more than any other physician send by my husband. I know I shall have a better chance to recover here. ❞
[ MAMACREZIA ]
at once, she is on her feet, moving with all the casual grace of one used to commanding the attention of a room. how timely her sons’ arrival is. heaven forbid madonna simonetta feel neglected by her hosts, however detetermined lucrezia’s efforts may be. smiling, she offers the lady her arm, and inclines her head towards the hall.
‘ we must greet them together, then. ’ this is the welcome their guest deserves — and, hopefully, madonna simonetta will feel inclined to return another day. lucrezia would like to get to know her better ( and her sons would surely agree ). ‘ how pleased they will be to see you! ’
GREET THEM TOGETHER -a subtle blush found it’s way across the fair blonde’s cheeks. She lowered her head for a split second, allowing a soft chuckle to flee past her lips. Without doubt, she longed to see Giuliano again, praying he was in good health ( although Simonetta was sure madonna Lucrezia would have known beforehand had that not been the case ).
❝ I sure hope so, madonna. ❞ She accepted Lucrezia’s offer with grace, placing her hand on top of the other woman’s forearm. ❝ It has been a while since I last saw both of them. I hope they will not be too surprised by my presence. ❞
WHISPERS; so I’m back from my long weekend playing viking & my drafts are blessed with threads to answer ! Got an easy week at work this week so expect me to coddle this beauty a little extra because she deserves it ❤
WHISPERS; so, it’s my yearly ‘I’m off to Castlefest’ post again. It might be a lill’ quiet here till Monday, but I can always be found on d.iscord ( Thordottir#7601 - mutuals only ) & if you want to, you can follow my viking shenanigans over on my in.stagram ( thordottir ) ! stay good muppets. ilu
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WHISPERS; I’m all alone in the shop today, so feel free to spam me / Helgs here or on d.iscord ? Thordottir#7601 — just lemme know who you are before you add me !
HAPPY LATE MUNDAY; from you local weirdo xoxo
[ MAMACREZIA ]
‘ well. ’ she considers this valid point for a moment, lips pursing, before shrugging. ‘ you cannot know until you try. at worst, your legs will be tired from standing, yet you will be very warm. ’ she cups simonetta’s cheek affectionately — an unconscious endearment she would provide to any of her own children — before raising her eyebrows. ‘ now, will you be alright for the afternoon? giuliano will surely look after you, but… is there anything else you’ll need? ’
❝ I, EH--- ❞ -again, words seem to be lost to the young woman. The last thing she wants is to insult Lucrezia and her admirable affectionate behaviour-- even though the whole dressing up had been a tad ridiculous. ❝ I am sure he will be able to look after me properly, madonna, and even if my legs will be too tired from standing, I can not imagine he would allow me to walk a step further ! ❞
[ SEAMSTRESS ]
“ To be fair, Simonetta I tried hard to keep him here. The longer he stayed - the longer most men stay - the more gold I have in my purse. ” She admits this easily and with a broad smile on her face. “ I may have overcharged him a bit. I am used to the … finer things in life. Who knew silk was so expensive? ” Those Medici boys were a fine group of men, some more hot-headed than others. But none, not one, could resist a woman. The dress is brought forward and Rosalie stretches her arms so the woman can view it in its entirety. “ almost an hour. He is funny … and handsome … I can see why he’s so popular. ”
ANOTHER AMUSED CHUCKLE FLED -none of Rosalie’s words still brought surprise. Costs would not bother Giuliano-- heck, as one of the rulers of the Medici bank Simonetta wondered whether he actually was aware of the value of the money stored there. She reached out, fingers ghosting across the silk fabrics. It was beautiful, delicate-- unlike anything she had seen before. ❝ They are quite easily persuaded when you know how to offer them the finest stones and silk Italy has to offer. ❞ Sometimes a man’s greed could work in a woman’s advantage. ❝ — They like to show off. Even what is not entirely theirs. ❞
[ BIANCA ]
“ Of course.” She offers a warm smile. “I hope to see you there but i will of course understand if you cannot attend.” HER BUBBLE FEELS AS IF IT HAS BEEN BURST ; she has noticed the hesitance within the other woman , almost as if she is afraid to attend. Bianca has always been scolded for poking her nose where it didn’t belong. NOSY ; Giuliano called her & it was a trait she had come to cherish for if Bianca was not nosy , she would no very little of anything. THEY ALL SOUGHT TO KEEP THINGS FROM HER , even her mother at times. You had to be nosy when you were born a woman , she thinks. Men often saw themselves as above you. Of course she doesn’t hold it against Lorenzo , he has a bank to run , a city to see to but sometimes she wishes he would tell her more than he does. “It would be pleasant to see you both again , my brother speaks most highly of your husband.” THAT WAS AN EMBELLISHED LIE , as of late she has not heard him mention Marco at all but Bianca knows her courtesies.
SIMONETTA KNOWS IT TO BE A LIE -but decided not to speak of it. It was certainly not her wish to insult the other woman. She cared for Bianca, and saw her as a dear friend. That Giuliano’s affections now brought her uncertainty was not the fault and certainly had nothing to do with the other woman. Nothing more she wished she would be able to attend the dinner she and Marco had been invited to, but knowing Giuliano would be there was going to make it incredibly difficult. Late nights and wine, the best and worst combination, so she had learned over time. Marco was getting more and more suspicious ( poor Sandro ), and the last thing Simonetta wanted was for him to find out about her short affair with the Medici boy just because wine would make Giuliano’s words more bold. ❝ I am certainly flattered to hear that on his behalf. It saddens me that they speak so little. ❞ Another lie. ❝ --- but tell me, madonna de’Medici. How has your trip been. You look well. ❞
[ SANDRO ]
THERE ARE DEFINITELY MOMENTS SANDRO DOES NOT ENVY HER JOB - he cannot even begin to imagine how uncomfortable that must have been. “That’s fashion? i thought the whole point of fashion was to see the clothes?.” HIS WORDS ARE FILLED WITH AMUSEMENT - that being said , Sandro was hardly a style icon himself. That wasn’t to say he dressed badly ; he was pretty good at choosing the right clothes but he didn’t put as much thought into his appearance as others did. PERHAPS HE SHOULD START - given how much time he spends in front of a camera. “I would kill to see a few of those photos.” He jokes , a smirk etching itself upon his features. “Sometimes i wonder if i should ask you for your opinion on my clothes, Giuliano reckons i could dress better.” HE ROLLS WARM BROWN EYES. As he moves to the door , he laughs. “I think it’s become habit honestly , routine. I usually try to upload them the day after i’ve made them , if i can. “ IT KEPT HIM BUSY ; OTHERWISE HIS MIND WOULD WANDER. “You know , some men would take that as an insult , but i strive to be the prettiest boy anyone has ever laid their eyes on.” He jokes , leading the way out of his small apartment.
HE MADE HER LAUGH -not that he ever had any difficulty doing so. There were but a few people Simonetta actually liked being around, but Sandro was definitely one of the few on top of that list. Without friends like him life would certainly have been a lot more gloomy- not something she liked thinking about, really. Dragging lithe fingers through her hair to push dirty blonde locks out of her face the young woman quickly followed him out. ❝ Since when do you even listen to Giuliano-- or either of the brothers, for that matter. I think we both know they are very convinced they are still the best dressed men here in town. ❞ Were they ? Perhaps, it was not like she cared how anyone dressed themselves really. If you’d ask her, there was nothing more comfortable than going out in a pair of sweats in the morning, grab some coffee somewhere before leaving for work. ❝ ---- do you now ? Then why did you take off all that make-up ? ❞ She feigned sounding hurt. ❝ I just made you the prettiest, prettiest boy out there and you threw all those make-up wipes into the bin. ❞
[ SANDRO ]
THIS HAS UNDOUBTEDLY BEEN QUITE THE ADJUSTMENT FOR HER - & in truth he could sympathise with how she was feeling. He had come to the Medici as a small child ; unsure of his place within the household - given a home by those who had recognised his talents. THEY HAD GIVEN HIM MORE THAN A BUILDING WITH WALLS HOWEVER , the Medici had given Sandro a family , friends , the beginnings of a life. He was one of the lucky ones , he’d grown up surrounded by love with food in his belly never wanting for anything. THINGS COULD OF BEEN VERY DIFFERENT.
Sandro offers her a warm smile. “She is a kind woman.” he agrees. “It is because of her and her family that i am where i am now , that i am able to pursue what it is that i love.” HE SPEAKS OF THE FAMILY FONDLY. “They expect nothing in return Simonetta.” He reassures her. “That is not why they have taken you in.” THIS HE FIRMLY BELIEVES. Yet he understands how she must feel , as if she owes them something. He had very much felt the same way , no matter how much he was told not to. “You can not trespass in your own home.” HE REPEATS WORDS ONCE UTTERED TO HIM. “I do.” He agrees. “And they nurtured them but this is not the same. Giuliano loves you without expecting anything in return , as do the rest of the family.”
SANDRO’S WORDS FORCED HER TO SILENCE -one out of shame. Deep down she knew that the family expected nothing in return. No gold or silver, at least. The Medici palazzo had become her home the very moment Giuliano had carried her out of her former. It was a difficult thing to believe, however. Even now she would roam the hallways with caution and fear of seeing or overhearing something she wasn’t meant to witness. Everyone had shown her nothing kind kindness and compassion, and Simonetta felt ashamed that she had acted so curt towards some of them --- even Giuliano. The man certainly had his heart in the right place.
You can not trespass in your own home. The words made Simonetta look up again, a hint of gratefulness roaming across her pale features. Sandro was right, his words, too, wise. ❝ Giuliano offered me things I could never accept, Sandro. He told me he would take me away from this city one day. He offered me a home elsewhere so that I do not have to stay here and live forgotten. ❞ Florence was her home, but she had other homes before that. Perhaps moving away from here wouldn’t be so hard-- but leaving behind the friends- no, family -she had found here, would be an awful lot more difficult. ❝ I do hope that someday I am able to show them my gratitude. ❞
