#Ambrogino

[alchimilla]

Kissy face • Kissy face

Alle nostre corse nei boschi la notte

Ai fantasmi che tu vedi e io sento

Agli spiriti che ci seguono e inseguono

Ai tuoi abbracci

Alla tua piccola luce che mi guida tra le ombre del giorno e i riflessi del buio

Sei il cagnolino più intelligente e paranormale che io abbia mai visto, Ambrogino.

E credo, che la mia adorata gatta Miu, ti abbia mandato per curarmi e guarirmi, io, che mi ero persa, e ancora a volte mi perdo, tra i confini indefiniti di questa vita e dell’altra vita.

Grazie per la cura che hai di me.

La tua cura, mi ha guarito*

To our runs in the woods at night

To the ghosts that you see and I hear

To the spirits that follow us and follow us

To your hugs

To your little light that guides me between the shadows of the day and the reflections of the dark

You are the most intelligent and paranormal little dog I have ever seen, Ambrogino.

And I believe that my beloved cat Miu sent you to cure and heal me, I, who was lost, and still sometimes get lost, between the indefinite boundaries of this life and the afterlife.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Your cure, it healed me*

[nosferslotu]

My lovely Vampire GM is running the family reunion (which we set in 2008) for us since the outcome has effects on both of our ongoing (and upcoming) chronicles.

Part of which has been Roger de Camden having to talk to his blood brother Ambrogino Giovanni. The man who killed his childer Maria and who was a main leader in the Cappadocian purge.

If you were wondering how that’s going for him…

For context, the harbinger of ashur de Camden brought with him turned out to have had the face of Ambrogino’s grandson Cassius, who himself died during the purge after getting trapped in the shadowlands with his Cappadocian lover… (who it seems may have been the man Vergil once was)

Ambrogino… assumed it an intentional slight.

So. Ambrogino used one of his specialty disciplines (an obfuscate oblivion amalgam) to wear Maria’s face and now Roger has derangements of visions of her.

But I mean really… what’s a few derangements between brothers?

Also the ambrogino placeholder art is AI I stole from Google. I don’t approve of AI art and I didn’t make it. The art of Roger is mine.

[simulation-machine]

We've already met them before, but not as children! Behold, Gino and Leonora (who now goes by Nora) Lothario, the children of Penny (née Pizzazz) and Don Lothario.

NOTE: Even though the posts aren't caught up to this, these screenshots are from when Lou has aged up to child.

Gino, older than Nora by a year and a half, takes his role of older brother very seriously. Which is to say, he loves bickering and picking on his kid sister. He takes after Don, in that he already has a precocious penchant for charming girls. He has a remarkable sense of style, and loves playing both soccer and basketball. He's a C-average student since he focuses more on his social life.

Nora has grown up to be quite an eco-conscious child, already identifying as a vegetarian to her parents' (particularly Don's) irritation. She yells at people who litter in front of her and has a big soft spot for animals. She is always begging her parents to adopt a cat from the shelter, which they have resisted so far. She is still very close with Lou and Esme, and will go volunteering with them on weekends. She is also a member of the Scouts.

[m-blackwell-and-associates]

A bastard's bastard.

It was the yelling that woke her, the loud roar of men all piling over one another in order to be heard and obeyed with no one actually doing the active part of listening. She hurt deep down in the muscle, almost the bone, an ache that felt like she was being slowly pulled apart only to be pushed together again. Lillian opened her eyes to see a monster staring down at her, the corpse pale skin bloated and slick from years in the water, stained with the grime and filth of the canals. It grinned to see her, a rictus of sharp teeth behind tight skin, a gush of filthy water coming from its mouth.

Lillian screamed. Or tried to, all that came out was the same filthy water, leaving a taste so foul she thought she would die. She felt the sewage run down her throat and over her chest, suddenly becoming aware she was as bare as a stone, sprawled on the slick stairs of the well. She drew herself up into a ball, hiding her filthy nakedness from the monster before her and the men yelling above. The water now cleared from her lungs, she did scream, weak and thin and quivering.   The monster did not seem to care, turning its face from her to the men above who suddenly went silent.

"Fuck me. She's alive,” whispered one.

"Jesus motherfucker Christ, someone get Ambrogino." When no one moved. "Get Ambrogino!"

There was the sound of hurried footsteps and scuffing on the worn stones.  Voices began again, jumbling over one another.

"Who the fuck is that down there?"

"That's the Milliner’s bastard."

"Milliner?  Frances Milliner?”

“Fuck. The one that just got turned?"

“Ambrogino is going to kill us.  We’re the next for the well.”

"She came as part of the entourage. She was supposed to be married off and there was a fist fight with the Rossellini over the contract."

“What was she doing following us here?”

Lillian didn't pay any attention to the men above, realizing she wasn't as scared as she should be nor was she as cold. The monster must have sensed this and looked at her again. With some difficulty, as if attempting to remember the actions, "Ioveanus".

She swallowed and nodded. "Lillian Milliner...Ioveanus."

It laughed then, a terrible wet noise. When it spoke, it spoke in Latin and her grade school instruction was insufficient to understand. She didn't have time to interrupt when the roar above her began again. Lillian looked up to see the hulking form of Ambrogino, the most important of the Anziani. Or so she'd been told. He took one look at the thing on the stairs with her and his eyes bulged. He began yelling, not at the men around him or her, but at the thing from the water. All she understood was "Mathias".

Her father was there suddenly, showing more concern and attention than she had never known him to be capable of.

"Uncle!" Francis cried, apparently addressing Ambrogino who was still in the rapid Latin argument with the thing from the well. "Is she okay? What happened to Lillian?"

"Your bastard went and did something no one has done in centuries!" the elder cried. "How did she even know to come here?"

"But what happened?!"

"She got the Kiss," one of the men said, speaking as though he had possession of a terrible truth. "We thought it grabbed her to eat her, like the ones we pushed in. They went down and we thought for sure she was a gonner, but then he come up again and laid her on the stair. He's been waiting like that the entire time."

“Tore a big hole in her.  Nearly bit her clean in half.  We watched it heal up.”

Ambrogino shook both fists in the air, one a withered blackened claw of a hand, yelling incoherently, but the monster - Mathias Lillian corrected herself - waited patiently for this storm to pass.  The head of the Anziani calmed after a moment and spoke bitterly. "Niece, I would like to introduce you to your sire. Mathais Ioveanus Premascine."

A number of the men crossed themselves, in a habit of spiritual protection. Francis Milliner's concern turned to anger.

"She was my daughter! She was mine to turn!"

"You never would have been allowed," Ambrogino said bluntly, tucking hands into the sleeves of his robes. "You've only just been given the Kiss. You have to prove yourself worthy of childer. If your offspring had promise, she would have been given to another per family tradition. It looks as if our cousin made the decision for us. Someone get this woman some clothing and take her back to the family gathering.  I need to speak to the others."

Lillian watched Mathais back away slowly, almost slithering down the damp and ancient stairs. "Why me?" She asked, not knowing if he could even understand her.

It paused, and its slurry liquid voice said "Mors in aqua" and sank beneath the fetid water.

[eutettico56]

Lui è il Poliziotto Christian Di Martino, nostro fratello italiano.

“AMBROGINO D’ORO” Negato

Mentre era in servizio, è stato accoltellato tre volte dall'immigrato clandestino marocchino Hasan Hamis, con una lama da 20 centimetri che ha colpito il polmone, un rene, il duodeno e la vena cava. È stato sul punto di morire, ha avuto bisogno di oltre 70 trasfusioni di sangue.

Forse non lo sapevate, perché la notizia non ha ricevuto molta attenzione mediatica. Dopotutto, si trattava "solo" di un italiano, perché parlarne? Non come quando un africano è deceduto dopo aver tentato di accoltellare i Poliziotti, di quello se ne è parlato per settimane.

Bene, sappiate che l'On. @SardoneSilvia, in seguito al suo Eroico sacrificio, lo aveva proposto per l'Ambrogino d'Oro. Ma, la rossa Milano, lo ha escluso per motivi ignoti.

[nosferslotu]

He really is. Man said ‘watch this’ and then made a big dramatic entrance and sent a neonate to the shadow realm because he can’t act right and that’s everyone else’s problem I guess 🙄

Mithras come get your man he’s scaring the kids.

But for a more “in-depth” answer

The chronicle I’m currently running takes place in 2008. While the chronicle itself is set in Salt Lake City, Utah- (weird choice I know but I promise it makes sense in lore) - during the course of the chronicle the Family Reunion occurred in Italy, officially creating the hecata as of November 27th 2008 (thanksgiving. Haha)

None of the coterie in the game proper really know about this event, however, leading up to it Doctor Whitchapel, a Giovanni “jump and dump” (almost serial killer victim who managed to scratch some of her attackers blood and swallow it as he tried to dissect her) had started having weird “dreams” during daysleep that all had this man in them.

(Art by @ro-esma another of my wonderful players)

Whitchapel is convinced that this man is her guilt anthropomorphized as a man who wears a deer mask (because her dad made her kill a deer when she was younger) when in actuality this man is Vergil De Camden. A harbinger of ashur who Roger rescued from the shroud after he was trapped in there during the Cappadocian purge and fell victim to the Rot. Leaving him trapped from 1680 until his rescue about three months ago after Augustus Giovanni’s death caused a malestrom that ‘uncovered’ a lot of buried Cappadocians.

Roger, who as we know lost his husband, has been using this search and rescue mission to bury those feelings and prove to himself that if he can rescue the harbingers, surely he can save his husband too, right? In particular, Roger is attempting to locate his Childer Maria, who is considered to be the last Cappadocian and was ‘killed’ by Ambrogino Giovanni. Roger’s blood brother and all around great guy! (Aside from the genocide and the diablerie and the-)

(This is ambrogino btw. Real nice sort)

Problem is. At the family reunion it was revealed that Vergil, whose body had rotted in the shadowlands, had the- wrong face- when it was remade. Resulting in him looking like ambrogino’s grandson Cassius, who died during the purge as collateral damage.

(Vergil took this news well as you can see. Yes I’ve posted this meme before but it’s MY PAGE and I’ll use whatever visuals I WANT TO)

Ambrogino decided to ‘get back’ at Roger (cause the genocide and killing his childer and their shared sire wasn’t enough I guess) and after a very bad roll by Roger to resist ambrogino’s discipline, he started getting derangements of seeing Maria, redoubling his need to find her and bring her back. (Healthy relationship with death Mr. Clan of death enjoyer)

Problem is. Whitchapel looks like Maria. And Vergil hadn’t told Roger he was visiting her.

So as whitchapel was “dreaming” Roger de Camden, very hinged, tracked down Vergil and found her there talking to him.

Caught up in a derangement and convinced that this was clearly some Giovanni ambrogino had planted there to trick vergil and take him like he had everyone else Roger loved- he- without waiting for ANY context or ANY input from VERGIL WHO WAS THERE, Used a homebrew discipline power called Wages of Death, which makes a victim relive the death of a wraith the user has on hand or was present for.

So basically. Roger broke in wearing what looks like a plague mask, told whitchapel if “you want to wear her face? Fine, you can die her death” and then literally made her relive Maria’s murder at the hands of ambrogino. All in front of Vergil and without asking even 1 question first. (Suffice it to say Vergil is returning that #1 Dad mug. )

Whitchapel took 3 agg willpower damage and after feeling herself get Uber murdered, watched Vergil and Roger shouting over it before Vergil walked over to her and said “I think you should go home doctor” right before the sun set and she woke up back in SLC.

So now she’s haunted by the death of a woman she’s never heard of. And is convinced that this is some elaborate nightmare in which Roger De Camden is Death himself and has come to cast judgement and damn her to hell, and that Vergil is his son who is interceding on her behalf due to her own deep set desire to still possibly earn redemption.

And Roger is currently trying to save all his good China from Vergil, who is throwing it all at him.

TLDR; elders be eldering. Roger fill out this new patient paperwork please.

Tell me about your chronicles immediately 👀👀👀

@kentuckycaverats @nosferslotu

[liam-twatter]

Vediamo musicisti che hanno fatto la "storia" tipo Pelù ed Elio e Le Storie Tese, andandosene da X-Twtter sono loro che si restringono le libertà... ogni volta commettono errori stupidi. Come le celebrità che minacciano di andarsene dagli Usa (chissefrega?), è proprio quando perdi che devi rimanere, se hai valori validi, ma loro... Tutti postano un messaggio di abbandono, come obbedissero a un ordine superiore... solite pecorelle beeeeeeee Davvero il Matterello parla di sovranità? siamo una colonia Usa solo quando ci sono i "dem"(enti) eh...

Musk ha allargato la libertà a confronto della solita censura .. Mattarella il "garante della Costituzione" che dà lezioni di democrazia sarebbe lo stesso che ha permesso vaccini x lavorare , invio armi ecc proprio garante ..

ELIO QUELLO CONTRO LA DESTRA A MILANO PER I PALAZZI E POI MUTO CON SALAM.......QUANTA IPOCRISIA.....AMBROGINO D'ORO DI TOLLA....PER LORO SOROS E COMPANY TUTTO BENE.....TRA QUALCHE GIORNO MOLTI TORNERANNO A USARLO, SOLITE SCENEGGIATE ALLA MARIO MEROLA

Tumblr è un social chiaramente Lgbt ma perchè dovremmo andarcene?

E poi lasciano X ma rimangono su Facebook e Instagram il cui proprietario Zuckerberg ha ammesso di aver censurato e bannato su richiesta di governo Biden... che coerenza, che ipocrisia... la loro solita. Tollerano la censura quando li avvantaggia...

[undrcssed]

MASTERLIST

A masterlist of muses that I have played throughout the years, that I am always willing to play. I do need to go over some of the FC's and probably make some changes since this list is YEARS old. But I will do that and update it!!

Abigail ‘Abbi’ Abrams FC: Victoria Justice 

Addison Smollen FC: Kendall Jenner 

Allison ‘Alli’ Ortiz FC: Madison Beer 

Amelia ‘Mia’ Abrams FC: Torrey Devitto

Ana Flores FC: Camila Mendes

Angelina Rose FC: Clemence Posey

Apollo Kona FC: Roman Reigns

Augusta ‘Gwen’ Porter FC: Hailey Baldwin

Avery Smollen FC: Kylie Jenner

Bailey Allwood FC: Katherine Langford

Bethany DuPont-Hunter FC: Rachel Bilson / FC: Crystal Reed

Benjamin DuPont FC: Theo James

Blaise Zabini FC: Keith Powers

Bleau St. Claire FC: Val Mercado

Braelyn Carter FC: Alycia Debnam Carey 

Caleb Kyriakos FC: Tom Austen

Callie Haverford FC: Gigi Hadid

Cameron Bartell FC: Natalia Dyer

Cathleen ‘Rey’ Murphy FC: Paige / Saraya Jade Bevis

Chasity Dean FC: Troian Bellisario

Clara Spencer FC: Alexis Ren

Connor O’Brien FC: Cody Saintgnue

Cooper Brozene FC: Joel Kinnaman

Cyrus Morgan FC: Scott Speedman

Daphne Greengrass FC: Pia Mia

Darya Smirnov FC: Taylor Hill

Davina Pace FC: Carmella Rose

Dawson St. James FC: Finn Wittrock

Dean Munroe FC: Jake Gyllenhaal

Demi O’Connor FC: Jessica Lowndes

Destiny Savvin FC: Eiza Gonzalez / FC: Salma Hayek

Dev Ambrogino FC: Nathan Parsons

Diya Gupta FC: Naomi Scott

Dorian Porter FC: Justin Hartley

Dylan Boyer FC: Olivia Wilde / FC: Odeya Rush

Eden Hunter FC: Danielle Campbell

Elizabeth Rush FC: Hayley Atwell

Evelyn Perez FC:  Bruna Marquezine

Genivive ‘Ginny’ Kennedy FC:  Alicia Vikander

Gracie Abernathy FC: Nicola Peltz

Harleen Quinzel FC: Margot Robbie

Hudson O’Connor FC: Charlie Hunnam

Hunter Munroe FC: Kit Harington

Irina Savvin FC: Claire Holt

Isabella Martinez FC: Naya Rivera  Christian Serratos

Isobel Garcia FC: Jackie Cruz

Ivy Hartley FC: Maggie Duran

Jack Collins FC: Tom Holland

Jalessa Myers FC: Jade Thirlwall

Jayden Munroe FC: Leigh Anne Pinnock

Jayson Hunter FC: Dominic Sherwood

Jennifer Martinez FC: Diane Guerrero 

Joanna ‘Joey’ Martell FC: Marie Avgeropoulos

Judith Grimes FC: Daisy Ridley 

Karina Smirnov FC: Irina Shayk / FC: India Eisley

Katherine ‘Katy’ Abernathy FC: Katie Stevens

Katya Ambrogino FC: Ariel Winter

Keith Newman FC: Travis Mills

Kimber Rhodes FC: Karla Souza

Layla Abernathy FC: Emily Kinney / FC: Candice Swanepoel

Leah Douglas FC: Nathalie Emmanuel / FC: Amandla Stenberg

Lee McBride FC: Dan Stevens

Lilliana ‘Lily’ Rey FC: Bella Thorne Luca Hollestelle

Lorelei Ambrose FC: Imogen Poots

Maddox Young FC: Amadeus Sarafini

Madison Nolan FC: Ashley Greene

Makenna Dean FC: Shelley Hennig

Mateo Fiore FC: Theo Rossi

Matheus Silva FC: Chay Suede

Matty Dodson FC: Cody Christian

Maximus ‘Mac’ Porter FC: Austin Butler

Melanie Rhee FC: Lauren Cohan

Mickey Wolfe FC: Troye Sivan

Natalia ‘Talia’ Smallwood FC: Emily Ratajkowski

Nate Ballard FC: Randy Orton

Nikolai Savvin FC: Joseph Morgan

Paige Stabler FC: Madison Davenport

Pansy Parkinson FC: Nona Komatsu

Parker Mercer FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Phoenix Dattolo FC: Avan Jogia

Piper Romero FC: Maia Mitchell / FC: Giza Lagarce

Priyah Jacobs FC: Alysha Nett

Psyche FC: Sophie Turner

Rami Armand FC: Zayn Malik

Reagan Powers FC: Allison Williams

Rhea Lockhart FC: Julianne Hough

Richard Thorne FC: Jon Hamm

Rose Granger-Weasley FC: Madelaine Petsch

Ryan O'Brien FC: Cam Gigandet

Samantha ‘Sammie’ Barker FC: Arden Cho

Sergei Savvin FC: Max Riemelt

Sierra Tsu FC: Dichen Lachman

Stella La’ei Kona FC: Nikki Reed

Sunshine ‘Sunny’ Jacobs FC: Dove Cameron 

Sydney Pearson FC: Zendaya 

Tanya Dash FC: Khole Kardashian Bree Kish

Teegan O'Brien FC: Lili Reinhart

Titus Kona FC: Jason Momoa

Tobias Graves FC: Travis Fimmel

Trent Lancaster FC: Andrew Lincoln

Valentino De Luca FC: Dominic Cooper

Veda Patil FC: Priyanka Chopra

Wyatt Cahill FC: Ryan Guzman

Xavier Waters FC: Don Benjamin

Zion Waters FC: Ricky Whittle

Zoe DiMarco FC: Bex Taylor-Klaus / FC: Ruby Rose / FC: Ash Stymest

[bardic-tales]

Flash Fiction Friday: Sea and Sun

Wordcount: 617

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mia // Jaken

Warnings: sexual innuendo, sexual desire / sex mention, language

Premise: Jaken is fighting his feelings for his boss’s daughter, but he feels like it’s a losing battle.

source: @flashfictionfridayofficial

Author's Note: I haven't felt the inspiration to work on Cold as Ice, but Mia and Jaken are in the same universe. If I'm honest, Mia is a pleasure to write. I've always been fascinated by the dynamic between a bodyguard and the person he is protecting.

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Damn her. That was the only thing that Jaken could think of. The sun beat down on his broad shoulders and chest, browning his already tanned skin. This summer hadn’t been nice. In fact, if he had to describe it, he would say that it was as if Cirel fell into the inner circle of the Death Plane as it was so hot that he couldn’t think straight. It had been the type of summer where someone stepped outside and was drenched in their own sweat immediately.

Having his boss’s daughter around didn’t help. Jaken didn’t have any choice in the matter. Prime Minister Ambrogino Cesarin ordered him to see to Mia Cesarin’s protection after a deal Ambrogino made soured. They were out to harm him through his family, and there was only one man who stood in their way: Jaken. He received no magickal training in the army, but many said he was a natural. Those who wished to harm the Cesarin family didn’t understand the man that Ambrogino employed.

Interrupting his thoughts with her melodic voice, Mia raised her arm, rested her elbow on the towel. She rested her head upon her knuckles before she spoke. “Can you rub some sunscreen on me?”

“Absolutely not.” He didn’t want the temptation.

“Come on, Jaken.” She stretched out before him, her firm breasts crushed against the gold embroidered ebony beach towel. His gaze swept along her body, soaking in her soft curves. He was sure that she would feel warm to the touch as the sun warmed her exposed flesh.

Damn her, Jaken thought again. There seemed to be an attraction between Mia and himself. This was the first time that a client could distract him in such a way that he was unsure that he could do his job. What would Ambrogino say? The older man told him to make sure Mia had a wonderful time on the Glorendine coast.

As he picked up the bottle of sunscreen, he squeezed a good size portion into his right hand and tried not to notice how warm her sun-kissed skin felt beneath his fingertips. His hand brushed against the tiny string tying her black bikini top together. He longed to untie it and pull her against him.

The waves crashed upon the land, drowning out the noise of the other beach goers and leaving a white foam behind on the shoreline. He could hear every noise that Mia made as his hands continue to rub the lotion on her back and shoulders. Mia moaned.

For a moment, he imagined something a bit more carnal. Jaken wondered how it would feel to have Mia make those same noises beneath him. Their love affair would not be a simple summer romance. He wanted so much more than that.

Mia turned her head and moaned, “That feels so good.” What would she do if he had pressed his mouth against her own painted lips? They both had been sending out signals for a while now, signals that neither of them had any point in expressing. It wouldn’t work out between them. She was Ambrogino’s daughter; he, the hired help.

Damn her. Mia had to know just how much he desired her. He wondered though if she was aware of the signals she was sending him. Could she actually want him?

He shook his head. Dark locks brushed against the bridge of his nose, tickling his cheek. The hoary hair on the back of his neck stood on end as desire washed over every inch of him. His body called out to him to make a move, finally acting upon what he actively denied himself for over a year. Jaken didn’t move.

[alessandro54-plus]

Piazza Fontana, Mattarella: “Impronta neofascista”........

E’ ben gradito un’applauso!!! Grazie Giovedì, 12 dicembre 2024 Piazza Fontana, Mattarella: “Impronta neofascista”. Sala: “A Licia Pinelli Ambrogino alla memoria” articolo: https://milano.repubblica.it/cronaca/2024/12/12/news/piazza_fontana_strage_mattarella_piantedosi-423882017/?ref=-BH-I0-P-S1-T1 Il capo dello Stato ricorda l’attentato all’interno della sede della Banca Nazionale…

[nosferslotu]

POV: you asked them how the family reunion is going

Roger de Camden and his adopted childe, survivor of the Cappadocian purge, Vergil de Camden, attended the family reunion in 2008.

Vergil learned he accidentally stole a Giovanni’s face when he was pulled out of the shroud and reformed. Cassius Giovanni, grandson of ambrogino and Vergil’s lover not that he knows that bit yet :)

He’s taking it great.

[simulation-machine]

Little Leonora Lothario is another friend of Lou's, though she doesn't go to the same preschool, she just lives close by. She is fussy, so tends to cry a lot, but is otherwise a nice kid. The rest of her family is below, with some appearance edits.

Don Lothario is Leonora's dad, and he works as a regional manager for some corporation. He got new eyes, and I decided to make him into vests. He probably still cheats on Penny, but hasn't been caught (yet?).

Penny Lothario (née Pizzazz) is Leonora's incredibly fashionable mom. She still works in social media as an online A-lister. She and Stormy run into each other and chat a lot, and have since become good friends. This means Leonora and Lou are good friends!

Gino Lothario is Leonora's older brother by a year and a half. He's a bit hyperactive, and loves running around, not wearing clothes, and trains. He and Leonora bicker a lot.

[m-blackwell-and-associates]

A bastard's bastard. pt 2

Lillian looked at the hair in her hands. Four days after the incident and her body had stopped withering. Not quite a walking corpse, but certainly nothing that would walk in public and not cause notice. Her hair, her beautiful dark auburn hair, had continued to wither away until it became brittle and thin. Now it was the hair of an old woman standing on the edge of her grave. The nuns at school had alternately praised her for her luck and admonished her not to give into the vanity that was the sin of all women. If they could see her now, holding handfuls of faded dried up weeds.  

A knock at the door made her cry out in alarm, "No! Don't come in!" She didn't want to see anyone until she could come to terms with what she was. But someone entered anyway.

"Mother," Lillia whispered, suddenly wishing to cry. Instead, she covered her drawn and sunken face behind knobby hands. "Don't look at me!"

Catherine Rosselini came to her daughter with soothing sounds of comfort. "Oh sweetheart, don't hide from me. You're as beautiful now as you were when you were born."

Lillian choked on her mother’s good humor and obvious lie. "Newborns are ugly."

"Not to their mothers." Catherine laughed, not hesitating to put her arms around her daughter, holding the cold and stiff body tight. Desperately needing the comfort, Lillian returned the embrace still feeling tears that wouldn't fall.  Could she still cry in this state, or would she always feel stuck not being able to purge what was in her heart?

"What do I do now?" she whispered into her mother’s shoulder, only just now realizing she was dressed for a formal evening. Count Rossellini was hosting his own descendants tonight at the family gathering, an invitation that Catherine had coveted more than anything, finally getting to mingle with the greatest of her relations.  Lillian backed away hastily, less her changed countenance somehow stain the dress.  She felt filthy in this condition, still smelling the canal water that had flooded that pit and wondered if, like her missing tears, if she’d ever feel clean again.

"You put on the dress I brought you and you hold your head up high and you remind everyone that you have been triply blessed this year. And when that poor excuse of a father of yours hosts the Milliners at the end of the week as the youngest family, you'll attend that one too and remind every one of those ignorant Yankees exactly what you bring to the table."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what, honey?"

"Sleep with dad if you hate him so much?"

Catherine looked thoughtful, smoothing back the thin scant wisps of hair that still graced Lillian’s head. "Because it was the price of my independence, darling. And besides, it brought me you and your little brothers and I didn't have to chain myself to some fat lugard of a man for the rest of my life. You," she kissed Lillian's cheek. "Were entirely worth putting up with that dithering ass. And this," she kissed Lillian's other cheek. "Has made every insult worth it. My precious daughter given the Kiss just hours after the Milliners were formally included in the family. By one of the elders no less. It is very possible you are closer in blood to Uncle Ambrogino than you are to your father!"

The way her mother laughed, it was clearly the crow of triumph.  It was apparently a mark of status to have a close family be….whatever she was now.  Whatever status Catherine had gained by having Old Man Milliner’s bastards had somehow increased by her literal falling in with Mathias. 

"How...how did you know to send me there? To the well? How did you know there'd be family there?"  Lillian tried to forget the screams of the people they pushed in - Frances’ wife and all his descendants, by blood or by marriage, that had refused to bend a knee to the horror that was the Giovanni.  It was Frances’ proof of loyalty, that everyone walking would be bound, one way or another, to the family business.  She had already heard the servants gossiping on the haggling being done over the newly widowed and who would take them of Frances’ hands.

Again that thoughtful look as if Catherine was considering the events and if the story could be told. "My uncle married outside of the family. She was an only child, an heiress to use the old fashion term, so it was permitted.  There wouldn't be anyone to challenge the inheritance or any of her own family she could run to if she....discovered any of the family business. It was eventually discovered she had been having an affair. He couldn't divorce her and risk losing any of the estate, or her taking the one child he knew for sure was his, so he demanded that Count Rossellini do something. And so he did. My uncle's wife, her lover, and their children were all pushed into the well. We were all brought to watch as a reminder that one doesn't betray the family."

It was said so casually that Lillian felt colder than she had been, staring at her mother in something akin to shock.  “And…and no one thought her death suspicious?”

“It's easy to fake a drowning death in Venice, my dear.  What was left of the bodies showed up in the lagoon eventually.  A boat accident was to blame.”

"Did you...expect this to happen to me?"  Lillian pressed withered hands to her sunken cheeks.

"Absolutely not! Nothing from that pit has ever created a childe, not by any family story I've ever heard. I sent you to follow our cousins because I wanted you to know that there were resources here that you could make use of. If you needed them."

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Peppino Principe “Tango’s Concert for A. Piazzolla (Dance Remix)”

Esce venerdì 22 novembre 2024 in radio e nei migliori store con cd fisico  “Tango's concert for A. Piazzolla (dance remix)” di Peppino Principe, un tango dedicato al Maestro A.Piazzolla attraverso nuove note pop del fisarmonicista scomparso nel 2018. Il CD fisico è distribuito da Self sotto etichetta BCM Records. Disponibile sempre da oggi su Youtube anche il videoclip ufficiale del brano.   La sua fisarmonica, la Puglia, i 40 anni vissuti a Milano, i circa 20 anni in Rai, i tuoi in tutto il mondo e i 20 milioni di dischi venduti fanno del Maestro un indiscusso “Principe della fisarmonica”.   Peppino Principe, Monte Sant’Angelo (Foggia) 1927 – Fermo 8 marzo 2018, milanese di adozione, studia musica e fisarmonica con il padre, Michele, insegnante molto apprezzato nella zona del Gargano. Nel 1940 si trasferisce al Nord con il fratello Leonardo, noto clarinettista jazz, e debutta a soli 13 anni, nell’estate del primo anno di guerra, come solista di fisarmonica classica nel celebre Caffè Pedrocchi di Padova.   Dal 1943 al 1946 collabora con i comandi alleati per spettacoli musicali dedicati alle truppe, inizialmente a Bari e successivamente a Milano, sempre insieme al fratello Leonardo. Nel 1946 realizza la prima serie di registrazioni di musica jazz con la casa discografica “Parlophon Odeon“. Nello stesso, a Milano, vince il Referendum Jazz come “Miglior Fisarmonicista Jazz“.   Nel 1959, assieme a Cino Tortorella, è il fondatore della storica trasmissione della “Tv dei ragazzi” della Rai, “Lo Zecchino d’Oro“. Alle prime due edizioni di Milano collabora come direttore, arrangiatore e fisarmonicista, nonché autore della sigla-marcetta su testo di M. Panzieri. A Pavia nel 1961 riceve l’ “Oscar Mondiale della Fisarmonica”, massimo riconoscimento internazionale. Nel 1964, a Milano, riceve per mano del presentatore Tony Martucci, l’ambitissimo premio “Ambrogino d’Oro“. Sempre nello stesso anno è al “Teatro Ariston” di Sanremo, come direttore e fisarmonicista con Mike Bongiorno e Domenico Modugno, vincitore con “Dio come ti amo”.   Nell 1972 è protagonista, prima alla radio e poi alla televisione, degli spettacoli musicali “La Fisarmonica”, diretti da Gorni Kramer. Il mondo lo conosce anche come autore di musiche originali per fisarmonica: famose sono “El Bandito“, “Concerto n° 1 in La“, le trascrizioni del “Carnevale di Venezia“, il “Volo del Calabrone” ed altri brani con i quali ha venduto circa 40 milioni di dischi in tutto il mondo. Con la sua fisarmonica “Excelsior” si esibisce nei più grandi teatri del mondo: Conservatorio di Mosca,  “Carnegie Hall” di New York, “Festival Hall” di Londra, “Sala Lisinsky” di Zagabria, “Gass Hall” di Tokio, “Colon” di Buenos Aires, “Teatro dell’Opera” del Cairo, “Sala Playe” di Parigi, nonché nei più importanti teatri italiani, tra cui il “Teatro alla Scala” di Milano.

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