#[ have a limpy; agonised italian bean ]

[moltementi]

@ofthcrnedrcses | liked the diddly for federico! | The ‘Federico managed to displace the hangman’s knot and live, albeit with spinal injury’ AU. Don’t @ me I’m a drama-ho.

     He had only just begun to get to know her. Scarlett Dalager-Lyssander, an Assassin just like his father. Just like him. An enthralling presence that held his attention initially by her robes, and then by virtue of her smile. It told of impish chaos that he just KNEW would play well with his.

     Federico doesn’t want to burden her with his familly’s toils. Nor himself. For truly he would be, a cripple as he now had become. Walking was an incredible chore - more a hobble or gimp, than any steady gait.

     But honestly, who else was he to go to? Father and Petruccio were gone. He wouldn’t dare risk what remained of his family by returning home - oh how Madre must hurt, how Ezio must rage - Laudanum was how he remained sane, and yet...

         “...I’m sorry.” It’s grit through pain immeasurable despite the dosage, and he tries not to shift too terribly much as he leans against the threshold. 

                        “I just... I need... somewhere to stay...”