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ｖｉｄｅｏ.
[ vanozza is no less beautiful in the darkest gown she owns, a grey so dark it is almost black, with her dark hair plaited over her shoulder. there is no pearly hairnet today, no jewelry present. though her smile is steady and her manner never falters, she seems to have aged years in the space of a few days—and it is immediately apparent why. ]
My son, His Eminence, Cardinal Cesare Borgia, and my daughter, the Lady Lucrezia Borgia have returned to Rome.
[ they had played it too safe too long. let any snakes in the grass reveal themselves now. vanozza could trample one underfoot. ]
I wish to extend my most heartfelt thanks to those who showed my children kindness while they were here. A mother could ask for little more.
As well, if you came to an agreement with my children that would go unfulfilled due to the abrupt nature of their departure, I give my word I will honor it to the best of my ability.
[ she takes her time to breathe and look down at the simple wooden horse in her lap. her fingers run over its finely carved head. she smiles, a mother's smile, loving and warm and tinged with loss. ]
Tomorrow is the Feast of the Epiphany. When a star, brighter than any other, shone in the sky to announce the birth of Jesus Christ, and three wise kings followed the star to Bethlehem, bearing gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
When my children were young, they would polish their shoes and leave them out in preparation for the Three Magi to arrive and leave them their presents. My youngest, Gioffre, would insist upon leaving out water for their camels, as well, and his brother Juan would laugh and tell him they needed grass too and so they would collect it together. [ she laughs quietly at the memory. her hand splays over the horse. ]
I would ask a gift of a kindly Magi here: I require an escort into our frozen world. A walk tomorrow would suit me well.
[ no one will say they saw vanozza cattaneo grieve. ]
My son, His Eminence, Cardinal Cesare Borgia, and my daughter, the Lady Lucrezia Borgia have returned to Rome.
[ they had played it too safe too long. let any snakes in the grass reveal themselves now. vanozza could trample one underfoot. ]
I wish to extend my most heartfelt thanks to those who showed my children kindness while they were here. A mother could ask for little more.
As well, if you came to an agreement with my children that would go unfulfilled due to the abrupt nature of their departure, I give my word I will honor it to the best of my ability.
[ she takes her time to breathe and look down at the simple wooden horse in her lap. her fingers run over its finely carved head. she smiles, a mother's smile, loving and warm and tinged with loss. ]
Tomorrow is the Feast of the Epiphany. When a star, brighter than any other, shone in the sky to announce the birth of Jesus Christ, and three wise kings followed the star to Bethlehem, bearing gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
When my children were young, they would polish their shoes and leave them out in preparation for the Three Magi to arrive and leave them their presents. My youngest, Gioffre, would insist upon leaving out water for their camels, as well, and his brother Juan would laugh and tell him they needed grass too and so they would collect it together. [ she laughs quietly at the memory. her hand splays over the horse. ]
I would ask a gift of a kindly Magi here: I require an escort into our frozen world. A walk tomorrow would suit me well.
[ no one will say they saw vanozza cattaneo grieve. ]
video; private
no. he will know and while she might now show it in her expression, joel will see it reflected in her eyes.
he would ask her how she's doing but by the message on the network, she's managing despite it all. even if barely. ]
Where should I meet you?
[ it'll be like a dance, cutting in to have his turn, but with whomever ends up escorting her. ]
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You know where I live. Shall I leave the door open come evening?
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If evening's when you want me, I'll be there. You... gonna be alright 'til then?