#;virtuouslongings

[cognoscente]

@virtuouslongings​ for a festive starter!

         No one could expect the animal shelter would be crowded on Christmas eve and for this reason Lorenzo decided to dedicate his afternoon to the organization he so proudly founded. He helped the staff bathe some of their newest visitors and he fed the puppies they hosted, all activities performed with a rather festive spirit. Lorenzo himself was wearing a headband compised of reindeer ears and antlers ( which was constantly knocked over each time he walked through a door ) and Frank Sinatra’s album was playing in the halls. All in all, he much prefered this to the lavish gala at the Medici Palazzo. The bell on the front door chimmed cheerfully, signalling someone entered the hall, and with a puppy still nestled in his palm Lorenzo walked over the administrave office with curiosity.  “   Merry Christmas, ah-- did you just find this fancy fellow over there?   ”

[racointeurarchive]

@virtuouslongings​   asked   :     “   i’m   not   drunk   .   ”

              BY   THE   ANGEL   ,    JULIAN   WAS   GOING   TO   KILL   HER   .    the   words   mean   nothing   when   the   stench   of   alcohol   clings   to   her   like   she   brought   the   entire   bar   home    .    in   emma’s   defense   ,   they   had   been   on   a   case   .    well   ,   more   so   an   assignment   that   emma   had   dragged   clarice   along   and   julian   had   no   idea   .   what   was   the   harm   in   one   drink   after   a   win   ?    except   ,   one   had   turned   into   one   too   many   and   now   emma’s   arms   were   wrapped   around   clarice   in   an   attempt   to   hold   her   upright   .   “   mhm   ,    i   know   .    everyone   knows   you’re   not   drunk   .   in   fact   ,   if   julian   asks   ,    you’re   just   ----   really   feeling    yourself   today   .   “   emma’s   nose   scrunches   in   contemplation   of   her   words   before   she   shrugs   them   off   .    clarice   deserved   to   enjoy   herself   .   

[ofxavalon-archive]

           ‘ i’m an oaf! ‘ the queen wanted a ball, and she wanted the knights and ladies to all pair up and dance together. they were supposed to be practicing. he’d never learned to dance. not much point when his destiny had very little to do with dancing and much more with how to use a sword. and he’d only been distracted for a moment, but it was long enough for him to accidentally step on her foot. her wince of pain was enough for him to break off from the dance, leading her to a seat and kneeling in front of her to inspect her foot. he looked up, and paused for a moment. she looked like an angel from a piece of stained glass. ‘ i-- i’m sorry. i tried to tell the queen i can’t dance. are you alright? do you need me to find a physician? ‘

@virtuouslongings​

[warringpeace]

❔ for a couple of four muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

from @virtuouslongings​

L-R: G.eorgiana Darcy, Henry IX, Lorenzo de Luca, L.ucrezia B.orgia

[nikolacvna-archive]

           @virtuouslongings​  asked :     “Perhaps the things I hope for have changed.”

꧁ ༒ ☬  kurt sevit ve sura sentence starters  /  accepting!!  ☬ ༒ ꧂

          changing dreams  are all part of growing up, tatiana supposes.    in her evolution from girl to woman, clarice has shed the hopes she may have had years before…   and how fortunate she is, to have lived long enough to be able to!     anastasia used to talk about becoming an actress, she remembers fondly  —  and maria wanted to marry a soldier and have twelve children.    girls, both of the, but they never had the chance to shed their childish fancies for something more mature.

           ‘ that’s alright, ’     she replies, offering clarice a tight smile.      ‘ there is no sin in that.    destiny has clearly treated you well. ’     is that alright to say?  does it sound bitter?   tatiana swallows, and looks away from her friend.       ‘ i suspect the same is true for me. ’

[gemineycs]

( @virtuouslongings​ ) « starter call

               HE’S STARING AGAIN, but there often were times when Henry couldn’t help it. To him, she was infinitely interesting and beautiful, and he liked watching her do just about anything. Their eyes caught, and he grinned. “What?” 

[cognoscente]

@virtuouslongings​ asked for a festive starter!

         Not many dared enternain mistress Boleyn in such a festive occasion, knowing she was favoured by the King, as if the very air she breathed was tainted by sin. However, all she could do was laugh at them for a woman needn’t spread her legs to capture a man’s interest. Some times a racy imagination was the cause of the nobility’s shock, than simple facts.   “  I would not drink that wine, lady Medici. The english are not known for their good grapes, this is an honour claimed by Florence, if I am not wrong.     ”

[racointeurarchive]

@virtuouslongings​   asked   :    “i only have eyes for you, you know that." 

                HE   KNOWS   CLARICE   ,   SO   WHY   DOES   HE   FEEL   LIKE   THIS   ?    an   intense   anger   that   boils   beneath   the   surface   ,   coursing   through   his   very   veins   and   causing   his   heart   to   pound   within   his   ears   and   his   hands   to   shake   .    it’s   la   and   julian   knows   all   too   well   the   amount   of   pervs   that   roam   the   streets   .   dru’s   had    to   stop   him   from   fighting   a   mundane   more   times   than   he   can   even   count   ,   but   this   was   different   entirely   .    the   guy   had   been   flirting   with   clarice   as   if   julian   hadn’t   even   been   there   .   “   i   know    .   “   julian   speaks   ,   jaw   tense   and   teeth   clenched   .   sea   -   green   eyes   burning   holes   through   the   man   as   he   walks   away   .   “   it’s   not   you   i’m   worried   about   .   “

[ofxavalon-archive]

        she knew this lord. and she knew what he said of her. that she was a silly little girl who had no business running the kingdom while arthur was away. well, guinevere only smiled, and looped her arm through clarice’s, pausing as the he was about to pass. ‘ my lord! how delightful to see you today. i was just about to show lady clarice the gardens. she is newly arrived in camelot and i thought a tour was in order. would you care to join us? ‘ the lord smirked, and told her that, despite how lovely it was to be invited, he really needed to be doing more productive work. guinevere only bowed her head to dismiss him, continuing to lead her new lady down the corridor. ‘ he doesn’t realize that we hold state meetings in the gardens in summer. sometimes it is better to let people keep their assumptions. that is the first lesson of court. ‘

@virtuouslongings​

[nikolacvna-archive]

❈ ✼ ❈    starter  for  @virtuouslongings 

      ‘  it means that you are  k i n d ,  noble, and splendid!   who could help loving you?   ’

[gemineycs]

Was it Henry's PLAN to marry her when he convinced her to run away to change her fate? Or was that just a happy accident?

OUT. || It was Clarice’s plan to marry Henry, but not the other way around. Henry thought that she was running away for freedom, but not necessarily for him. This was a long discussion on their first night of running away, actually! FUN REMINDER that Clarice was the one who essentially proposed to Henry and told him that he was it for her! ( @virtuouslongings )

[venusdefirenze]

                     Her footsteps were light, hardly heard on marble floors. The Ognissanti was cold- even in summer. There had been times she had liked it, sought that cold after a stroll through Florence’s streets   ---   but now it just felt cold- distant, as if God’s grace had slipped through her fingers and left her mortal body.   ❝ I don’t  --  I don’t know if I can do this. ❞

⚜️    @virtuouslongings    /   tiny canon divergent starter call

[idiosynchronics]

          should he be coarsely blunt and admit that no, the match did not please him the least? or should he show some gallantry, spare her innocence and emulate her in maintaining a front of affability? “there isn’t a match that could please me, madonna.” a middle ground of sorts. his rancour was shap, his tone bitter, but cesare was acutely aware that she did not deserve any of it. if he remained a pawn in the great game his father had been engaged for a few years now across the board of italy, clarice orsini was lesser yet.

“do you think peace can be so easily conjured?” making do with their fate was one thing, deluding herself with what they were now destined to accomplish was naive at best, dangerous at first. she had no role to play save for the one of wife, obedient and loyal to the family she would be a part of. “my father,” cesare started, his steps slow upon the gravel of the garden paths, “is trying to placate those who cannot be natural allies.” oh he could have laughed at his own phrasing! as if there was such a thing as a natural ally to the borgias, that spanish scourge the great italian families were now bound to suffer. “would you ever turn against us?” would her family risk her safety by slipping first?

@virtuouslongings  /  ctnd.

[cognoscente]

@virtuouslongings // plotted starter

       DEATH THAT HATH SUCKED THE HONEY OF HIS BREATH, hath had no power yet upon his beauty. Golden curls framed pale cheeks yet his lips remained crimson. Death had not conquered them yet, had not conquered HIM yet. As if he was in deep slumber he rested upon the cushions, still faces imprinted in colored frescos everlasting were their only witnesses, their eyes watching the two siblings... for mortality would separate them soon enough till one brother would join the other. He could not let Giuliano alone in the chapel, he could not bear the thought. His mother was finally resting after relentlessly indulging to her laments and it was his DUTY to guard him. IN DEATH since he failed to do so in life. Long fingers were tightly wrapped around the dagger, the dried blood upon it serving as a reminder of all that happened. And however much he tried, Lorenzo could NOT LET GO. How could he? Giuliano gave it to him to defend himself, to defend them BOTH.   “  I failed you, brother.  ”   He spoke as if the dead could listen, ignorant of the fact that one still among the living was watching him. 

            HANDS WERE TREMBLING yet his mind was calm. He could not afford to be broken, not when the stakes were so high, not when he had waged war with the POPE himself.    “  I lost my soul today. I will not meet you in heaven. But I will make sure your killers are in HELL with me.  ”   Even his voice had turned cold, the passion of youth long forgotten. It seemed a lifetime ago, yet it had only been a day. At the sound of slippers echoing on the stone floor, his dagger was automatically raised, putting himself over the remains of his brother. ALAS! It was not the ghost of Francesco Pazzi that came to haunt him but only his wife, small and fragile in the candlelight.

“ You ought to be asleep, Clarice. This is no place for you. ”

[racointeurarchive]

cont.   /   @virtuouslongings​

      okay, admittedly, this was a bad idea. taking your parabatai’s girlfriend along for the possible beat-a-guy-until-he-gives-you-information-about-your-parents scenario was not the best thing you could��ve done, but it was better than going alone, right? you’d have backup and jules wouldn’t be the one here to talk you out of it. besides, you’d rather ask for his forgiveness than his permission. this was too important. you needed to know what happened to your parents before it ate you alive and this was a way. do you regret dragging her into this? yes, but you weren’t going to let anything happen to her. besides, this is a bonding experience. you know there’s probably a saying somewhere that a little voilence together makes the friendship stronger. “clarice, it’s fine, okay? we’re not going to be here long. we’ll be back to eating pizza and watching horrible rom-coms with jules in no time.” door to bar is pulled open and you motion for her to enter first, the anticipation of a fight causing your stomach to knot. 

[ilvecchiio]

Lets just say that your portrayals make me question the plausibility of the Medici gang coming back to life and making a tumblr blog through which to ghostwrite because I honestly don’t know how else to explain why all of your portrayals are so exceptional !!!

        asdfghjkl;’ i’m late AF responding to this because it made me too emotional !! you are sweetness and i am unworthy! thank you!

                   1-800-how’s my portrayal? || accepting.