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Roman Courtesan Madame
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Post by florentina ferrara on Nov 22, 2014 6:00:30 GMT
i can make the bad boys good for a weekend It was an incredibly busy night at Rosa In Fiore. Seven men had already been thrown out for doing something that annoyed the Roman Madame to no end: acting like a repulsive drunk.
The place was bubbling with activity. Giggling, singing, dancing, laughing, random shouting - it all made Madame Florentina's head pulse with a dull ache. But she still stood at a table, scrawling notes down in the thick book sitting in front of her. She bit her bottom lip in annoyance before slamming the book shut in an enraged melodrama that was commonplace with someone like her. She rolled her eyes, leaning against the table with her glass of wine in her hand, letting her discerning gaze sweep over the room.
'How much for an hour with you, bella?' A drunken slur was spoken directly in her ear as an unwanted pair of hands started to grasp clumsily at her chest. The scent of the man's breath made an expression of utter disgust cross her face. She slapped his hands away and then struck him in the face with the palm of her hand before pushing him with all her might. His balance was non-existent due to his drunken stupor as he hit the floor with a loud thump. "More than you can afford, testa di merda," she snapped. Though, considering the commotion going on in the room, the little scuffle went mostly unnoticed. The man started to climb to his feet again, mumbling some kind of unintelligible curses at her. "Now would probably be an opportune time to make your exit," she said in a nonchalant drawl as she took a sip of wine out of the large glass she had nearby. With nothing but more intoxicated mumbling as his retort, he stumbled towards the door and some of the girls helped guide him out.
Florentina leaned up against the table and took another sip of wine. "Celestina..." she softly requested the attention of a blonde-haired woman somehow finding it quiet enough to read in all of this carnal, drunken chaos. The girl rushed over and looked attentively at the mistress. "My head hurts, my darling, and I need some air. Handle things until I return, will you, bella mia?" Her words were spoken softly, just barely audible over the inane chatter bubbling throughout the room. When the girl nodded, the madame took her glass of red wine off of the table and quickly made a dash for the exit. Once she was outside, her warm skin was chilled by the nighttime breeze. The scent of sweat and alcohol that once stuck in her nose was replaced by fresh air. Glass of wine in-hand, she began to walk down the torch-lit streets, sipping occasionally from the glass. The streets were mostly empty as most Romans had retired to bed at this hour. It seemed like she hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in weeks. Being out in the silence of night made her eyelids heavy and the alcohol started to take the edge off of her headache. A feeling of bliss replaced the agitation that once weighed heavily on her.
listening to-- classical music, lana del rey and swedish death metal, yo. variety is the spice of life.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Nov 23, 2014 3:29:55 GMT
Darkness. One thing that over powers all others. It finds it's way through the cracks of life and swallows what is left from failure. Some see it as an escape of the world, to fall asleep every night thinking they can start all over again the next day. Others, the ones who see the truth, know that darkness is only temporary. Out of all those who do know the truth, one of them is Armando. He works in the dark to serve the light. His goal in life is to end the ones who cause chaos to his towns. But tonight is not one of those nights. A ghost like mist was cast upon the streets like a visible disease. For the assassin, it was easy to maneuver through the grasping hands of the mist, but for some it was not so easy. Armando watched in silence while perched on top of a building as drunks stumbled out of the taverns only to be confused even more by the slighter gas of the mist as it blocked their view from walking. Shaking his head as he watched a drunken old man run into a wall, he began to fiddle with his gauntlets. It was a slow night and nothing really popped out of the blue for him. Good. He needed a break from the crazy in the world.
Suddenly, a woman emerged from the doors of the tavern and by the way she swayed when she took a step, he knew that she was drinking. He grunt as he rose to his full height and looked down at her. The moon light gave him little help, but with all the training from the past, he could see her like a hawk. Crouching down slightly, he followed the buildings edge while also keeping his gaze locked on the woman's figure. He couldn't help but notice how her sway slowly started to turn into a wobble and the next thing he knew, she was walking straight towards a couple of drunken men. Every muscle in his body tensed in alert and he could already hear the wolf whistles from the drunken men lips. It takes a lot to anger the brute, but seeing men mistreat a lady can tip him over in a heart beat. He didn't want to blow his cover just yet so he perched yet again closer to the edge of the building waiting to see what the men would do. Armando hoped the woman would sober up quickly and avoid the men all together, but it was not in his control.
[Apologizes on the shortness]
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7 posts
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Roman Courtesan Madame
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Post by florentina ferrara on Nov 23, 2014 6:38:36 GMT
i can make the bad boys good for a weekend In her agitated, slightly drunken haze, it took her a few minutes to realize how stupid it was for her to put that blonde-haired little bitch in charge of the brothel. She wanted to turn back and put someone more competent in charge but decided against it. Let the whole goddamn building burst into flames, for all she cared. She had run that place since she was 17 and wouldn't miss it terribly if Celestina proved to be too stupid to keep the drunks from setting the curtains on fire. The place was a burden from top to bottom. Well, apart from the substantial amount of florins she made from the business. It let her keep a steady supply of pretty dresses and well-bred, imported horses. Other than that, it was little more to her than a pain in the ass. Or perhaps that was just the logic of a slightly intoxicated mind. If she were sober, she probably wouldn't think like that.
She watched the street in front of her as she walked, noticing a fog descend over the area in a thick veil. Many women would run into the arms of a strong man, or cower in their homes as opposed to walking the streets of Rome on a foggy night, but Florentina was quite different in that sense. It took quite a bit to intimidate her and a bit of fog certainly didn't do the trick. In fact, she wasn't even afraid when a few men started to whistle at her and walk towards her.
She downed the last of the red wine, raising a brow as they stopped to stand in front of her. Unafraid, she stood and waited for what would happen next. She certainly wasn't equipped to defend herself against two burly men and she was too tipsy to outrun them. 'Ciao, bella,' one of them said as he walked a circle around her, letting his eyes travel the sloping curves of her body.
"Pardon me, boys," she said with a heavy sigh and made an attempt to walk away. She felt a grip around her wrist and one of the men pulled her close to him and pinned her against the stone wall. With the force at which she was shoved into the wall, she ended up bumping the back of her head, knocking all of the drunkenness out of her. 'Where do you think you're off to?' he chuckled and let go of one of her wrists to let his free hand wander all over her. She let out a frustrated growl and tried to wriggle her other wrist free to no avail.
This was the second goddamn time a disgusting drunk man touched her. Perhaps she should just break down and get married to some powerful nobleman so she could sit in a palace all day and not have to worry about this. "You know, if you walk down the street for five more minutes, there is this magical place called a brothel where women actually want your filthy hands all over them," she said sarcastically, shuddering as the man's lips ran along her collarbone. She could have cried and begged and whimpered but showing fear was not in her genetic code. She was dignified no matter what - like a proud lioness. 'Why should I pay a whore when I have one right here?' That was all it took to stir her anger. She was able to land a heavy slap to his cheek with her free hand and slip free of his grasp only to be grabbed by the other man when she tried to run. "Figlio di puttana! Lasciami andare, stronzo!" She yelled venomous curses at the man who had suddenly picked her up before placing his hand over her mouth to prevent her from alerting anyone who might still be around.
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Assassin
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Nov 23, 2014 12:54:10 GMT
The night send a chill run up his arms like fingers but he didn't reach up and pull his cape closer to him. No, he was to busy watching as the woman approached the two men without any hesitation. She must truly be drunk to be walking straight into them without a second thought. Or maybe she wasn't phased by them and actually thought she could get past them. Armando could feel his pulse rising and his blood thicken from anger as he continued to watch in the shadows. The two men wasn't going to let the woman go any time soon and the next thing he knew, one of the men tossed her against the wall like a rag doll. Absentmindedly he stepped forward, but Armando had enough self control not to go down there kill them just yet. Hazel green orbs pierced through the night and filmed the whole scene, catching every little detail that they could find. A loud smacking sound suddenly made the two men aggressive and he guessed the lady had slapped one of them. "She's a fighter," he thought to himself. As if the woman suddenly realized what situation she just got her self into, she started to curse them in Italian and violently shake about trying her best to get away from the two. But with twice the brute strength, there was no way she was getting out if there. And that is why Armando was here. It was his mission to help those in the dark and guid then to the light. Without a second to spare, as the two man forced the lady against the wall yet again, he jumped off of the building. Armando's red and black cloak flapped in the wind as he came straight down. When he landed, the cloud of mist that was below him scattered away from the force of wind. Slowly rising he cast a dagger looking glare towards the two men. His hazel green orbs were the only thing visible to the eye from under the hood and they sparked with rage. He didn't even let the men speak up and apologize, Armando already saw what they had done and they both will pay for it. In seconds Armando was beside the two men and he grabbed them both by the shirt and tossed them to the side. He made sure the woman was still alright by quickly glancing towards her. Her golden dress was different from any other dress he has seen on woman, but than again, he wasn't a stylist.
Flicking his gaze back over to the two men as they mumbled incoherent words while getting back to their feet. Armando went straight for the man who had forced the lady on the wall the first time and with all the might he could summon, he punched him right in the jaw. He could hear the shatter of the mans teeth as they hit each other. Armando watched as the man fell to his knees, his hands covering his bloody mouth trying to speak. Slowly, he turned towards the next man. The man stumbled with his stance as he raised his fist in attacking position. Armando was amused and mocked the mans stance only this time he was ridged with power. He waited for the man to take the first shot, but the wary in his eyes made him hesitate. Just when Armando thought the man was about to run off, he suddenly stepped forward and punched Armando in the lip. Armando wasn't even phased by it and ignored the warm liquid as it slowly drizzled down his jaw. The man didn't even have enough time to celebrate his victory on hitting the assassin for Armando was on top of him in a flash. Fist after fist came down upon the mans face like boulders. Anger and rage flowed through his hands and took control over his body. He needed to stop before he killed the man, but the rage was overwhelming. Suddenly, like a flick of a switch, Armando froze in his attack. The man was now covered in his own blood and was unconscious. Armando's chest rose and fell heavily as he stood stepping away from the limp mans body. The rage of the two men had taken control of Armando and he almost killed him. Wiping away the blood on his lip, he looked towards the man with the broken jaw and firmly told him to take his friend and leave. The man didn't hesitate to do what he had asked and with what little strength he had left, he dragged his friends body out if sight. Armando stood there looking in the direction the two had just gone to make sure they weren't going to turn around and come back for more. With a grunt he tapped his lip with his fingers and sighs when he saw that the man had busted his lip open. That didn't matter though. It was still night and he needed to get the lady back to a safe place before someone else comes. Turning his body towards her, his gaze soften the slightest showing her he was not a threat to her. Slowly he approached her, not in a seductive way, but friendly way. When he got close to her, he reached out and took the glass of wine from her finger tip into his hand. There was no need for drinking. After placing the wine glass down gently on the street, he gently placed his hand on the end of her elbow and tugged her slightly forward. There was no other place that he knew of that he could take her, so he was going to escort her back to the tavern and hope she will go willingly.
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Roman Courtesan Madame
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Post by florentina ferrara on Nov 24, 2014 2:57:27 GMT
i can make the bad boys good for a weekend She wasn't afraid so much as she was angry. These pigs just couldn't keep their hands to themselves and worse yet, she mentally chastised herself for not taking a different street, or even just staying at the damn brothel despite all of its chaos and annoyances. It would have kept her from getting into this.
The man who was trying to carry her off into the alley had suddenly dropped her. She ended up landing rather gracefully on her feet, backing quickly away from the men. However, the attention of the two oafs seemed to be occupied by a mysterious hooded figure that had dropped from one of the buildings nearby. For the most part, the fog seemed to obscure what was going on, but she could definitely hear what was transpiring. She took a couple of tentative steps forward until her gaze was able to cut through the ivory veil to just barely see what was going on. Her eyes followed the silhouettes, especially the one who was in the middle of a vicious attack against one of her antagonists. Violence wasn't something that made her cringe and cower. She was raised around it. So instead of being appalled, she was glad someone saw fit to give those simpletons what they deserved.
After the two blundering fools were gone, she took a few more steps forward, daintily stepping over the pool of blood that had been left behind. "Grazie," she said to the stranger with a sincerity that was rare considering how sarcastic she normally was. Miraculously, she had held on to her wine glass and there was still a tiny sip left. She felt that she needed that tiny sip now more than any other time. Just as she was about to drink down that last little bit, she felt the glass disappear from her hand, being set on the ground by her hooded savior. She didn't protest, but decided that since drinking hadn't done her much good this evening, that she would hold off until a safer time. Maybe keep it restricted to the comfort of home or at Rosa In Fiore.
She looked up at him when she felt his hand against her arm, gently pulling her forward. It seemed that her hero was a quiet one. His silence made her curious, though. She paused for a moment before walking on, eyeing the wound on his lip. "Oh, caro mio, you're going to have to let me fix that," she insisted but maintained a playful theatricality in her tone. Her caring nature was easily brought forth by someone who had even the smallest of injuries. And shallow as it was, she was more apt to help a man as handsome as her enigmatic savior. Despite the fact that she was quite exasperated and tired of dealing with men, it took some effort on her part to refrain from flirting. "Do you have a name, stranger?" she asked softly as she took a couple steps forward, looking back over her shoulder to see if he'd walk back with her.
listening to-- the rain outside my house
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Nov 25, 2014 14:02:07 GMT
Armando ignored the quick glances of the woman and kept his gaze straight. His hood was still pulled over his head and it helped him resist the urge to catch her gaze with his. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that. She was bold with courage and from the looks of it, she seemed like the type to cause chaos but also stop it with just her voice. The dress she wore snugged perfectly against her curves and made her whole frame pop against the dark night. Licking his lips, he finally glanced towards her. Just as the words fell from her lips, he shook his head no. What he had done was simply out of the kindness of his heart. There was no reason for the woman to repay him by fixing his lip; it will heal over soon enough. When she started to walk forward, he was right behind her. His fingers brushed against her skin but he didn’t remove his hand just in case the wine takes over and she comes crashing down. They moved down the street in silence towards the brothel. Armando was not even fazed when she asked him what his name was. There was no need to tell her for he would take his leave when they arrive at the building. So, he remained silent. Although it wouldn’t hurt to just give her his name, he believed that just taking the step of telling someone your name is a step closer into trying to learn them and get close. Armando didn’t like making friends and he has lived long enough to know that he doesn’t need them. Also, he doubts they will be crossing paths anytime soon. As long as she stays out of trouble, he will stay out of the way. They continued their path towards the brothel and the only sound that was made was the breathing of the two and the gravel crunching under their shoes. It only took a couple minutes until they arrived at the brightly glowing building. Armando crinkled his nose in discuss as he saw multiple men and woman sucking on each other’s face. Even though they were standing outside of the building, the stench of heavy breathing and sweat still found its way to his nose. Armando never understood why anyone would want to give their body so freely. Finally, he came to a stop. Turning his body so he was fully facing the woman, he allowed his orbs to travel across her features. Being the respectful gentleman he was, he knew better than to lower his gaze past a lady’s chin. For a moment he just stood there gazing at the unknown woman and although he had the urge to say something, nothing escaped his mute lips. Slowly he removed his hand from her warm skin and let his hands fall to his sides. Instead of speaking, he just stood there staring at her.
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Roman Courtesan Madame
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Post by florentina ferrara on Nov 29, 2014 8:16:45 GMT
i can make the bad boys good for a weekend Still intrigued by the stranger's silence, she listened intently for even the quietest hint of speech. She sighed and a look of disappointment crossed her features when he gestured a no to her offer of helping with his injury. She had a tendency to insist on taking care of injuries (no matter the severity) and also insist on a touch of powdered willow bark for pain relief. It was a pet peeve of hers to leave things like that neglected. Despite her line of work, she was almost maternal in her habit of caring for others even though she often came off as a little rough around the edges. So not being able to feed her habit made her brow furrow in mild frustration. But just as quickly as her hint of annoyance appeared, it was replaced by a mischievous smirk. "Have it your way. But I assume that also means I won't get to kiss it better, hm?" she giggled jokingly. She was never known for being a woman of subtleties. She had always been bold, and that either worked in her favor or to her detriment, depending on the person.
After a few minutes of silent walking, it became evident to her that she wouldn't get to find out his name; or anything else for that matter. She let out a huff, both irked and intrigued by his lack of speech. She did not particularly like the feeling of not knowing something, but at the same time was quite perplexed as to the reasoning behind the quietness. She was painfully curious as to the name of her savior, as everyone who did a good deed for her was kept within her memory by name. But it seemed like that would not be the case this time.
As the walk progressed, she felt a bit off-balance at times but took the liberty of leaning against the strong arm of the mysterious gentleman to avoid falling. She was relieved to be back at Rosa In Fiore. A warm bed sounded like a grand Utopia right about now. She stepped up to the doorway, but turned to look back at the enigma who stared quietly back at her. And unlike every other man she had the displeasure of meeting tonight, his eyes didn't wander the contours and curves of her body that were rather proudly put on display. If only more men acted as such.
She smiled sweetly at him, almost shyly stepping towards him again to steal a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you again, stranger," she said with genuine gratitude. There was no telling what those brutes would've done to her if not for his help. "Are you sure you won't come with me for just a moment and at least let me clean the blood off?" she asked and quickly stepped back a couple steps, wanting to make sure she wasn't too intrusively close. "If you do, I'll make sure the girls don't gawk too much," she laughed with a wink. She still presumed that the reply she'd get wouldn't be anything of the vocal variety, though.
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Assassin
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Dec 3, 2014 0:34:11 GMT
The kiss was quick, but the feeling of it last longer than he thought. He shouldn't be shocked by it though, she does after all work in a brothel, it was her job to make all the men swoon. Chewing the insides of his cheek while looking down at her, he thought otherwise. She didn't seem like one of those girls who did it because they took enjoyment of it. If that was so, she would have willingly given her body to the two men who tried to take her by force. But then again, he was not in any type of position to make any assumptions of this woman. He shouldn't be thinking of such things anyways, digging deeper only makes the hole bigger and at the moment, he doesn't need any holes in his life. Friends only hold you back. Armando did not know why he was still standing there, he should have left when they first arrived at the brothel. Why was his mind thinking one thing while his body was thinking of another? When the woman began to speak, he could tell she wanted to know him better. This brought a small smile to his lips. This was a dangerous zone for him to enter and all the signs were screaming at him to turn and run. There was no turning back if he does decide to go forth with her plan. For a moment he just stood there staring at her. His gaze never leaving hers and he was shocked to see that her gaze never wavered from his. Biting his lip he sighed mentally. Finally he nodded in agreement. Armando would follow through with her plan and he'll leave when ever he wishes. He knew little about the woman he saved, he'll he didn't even know her name.
Stepping forward slightly, he pushed open the brothels doors and gestured for her to enter. Once she had fully stepped inside, he followed behind allowing the door to close behind him. The heavy scent of alcohol hung in the air like a slap in the face, but he was used to it. A drink sounded good to the brute, but the whole time he stood there behind the woman, he kept reminding himself to keep control. No getting drunk, No falling into temptations. Although the first one would be slightly difficult, the second one would be a killer as he watched as two ladies walked past them. He could hear the flirty giggles coming from them and could see the way they looked at him. Grunting uncomfortable, he shifted on his weight. He'd never been in a brothel before and it made him feel weird standing out in the open like this while being looked at like he was a piece of meat. But nonetheless, Armando kept his cool and stood behind the woman.
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7 posts
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Roman Courtesan Madame
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Shazzi
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Post by florentina ferrara on Dec 10, 2014 10:21:38 GMT
i can make the bad boys good for a weekend A girlish grin etched itself onto her face when he nodded a yes to her request. She walked through the doorway, feeling instantly comforted by the warmth compared to the coldness of the night outside. Now that she was underneath better lighting, she noticed some harsh bruises and cuts on her arms and chest. Sure, she would be sore for the next few days but nothing she couldn't cope with. She might look like a delicate flower on the surface but she had a spirit made of steel and hellfire. A few bruises didn't worry her very much. Although, they certainly did not look flattering on her porcelain skin.
Just as she expected, the girls couldn't keep their eyes to themselves and Florentina was none too happy about their shameless ogling. Although it was their job, she wished that they would show some restraint. If looks could kill, this place would be a bloodbath. She glared daggers at the girls, shooing them away when they began to flock around like malnourished vultures. She glanced back at the still nameless man who seemed the slightest bit put-off by his surroundings. Now what sort of man was uncomfortable in a brothel? Most men were right at home here. Though, she found the discomfort charming in an odd sort of way. "Relax, caro mio," she cooed softly, grabbing a bottle of wine off of a nearby table. "I believe you deserve a drink, yes?" she said and smirked, starting to make her way upstairs with the hope that he'd follow. "I assume you don't want these shrews staring at you the whole time so...follow me," she said, making her way into one of the rooms. She was sure the speculations were flying amongst the girls, seeing their madame lead a handsome man upstairs to one of the rooms. Though, her intentions were completely innocent.
She sat a wine glass on one of the end tables, pouring a portion of the deep red liquid into the glass. "Sit down," she insisted, pointing at the chair beside the end table where the crystalline glass of wine sat. She took a dampened cloth out of a container of chilled water off to the side of the room. "You won't tell me your name, but that should not stop me from telling you mine," she said as she squeezed the extra water out of the cloth. "I am Madame Florentina," she said rather theatrically with a mischievous smile. "And until I learn your name, whether you tell me or write it down, I shall call you 'caro mio'. It's already begun to stick," she laughed, sitting on the edge of the table, damp cloth in-hand so she could gladly remedy the little abrasion on his lip.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Dec 10, 2014 18:02:55 GMT
At first he was hesitant about following her upstairs, but as she began to leave, the other girls started to close in. Like a switch, he quickly rushed beside her. He could hear the jealous sighs and gasp as he followed the woman into the room. Chuckling softly, he closed the door and looked towards her. Armando watched as she poured a glass of wine and gestured towards one of the chairs, telling him to sit. Nodding a silent thank you, he pulled the chair out just enough for him to fit between and sat down with a thud. Reaching over, he brushed his fingers against the cool, crystalline glass and smiled slightly before picking it up gently. Although his hands were rough to the touch from all of the sword and fist fighting, he was a gentle man. Making sure all delicate things are treated with care. His hazel green orbs followed her frame while he slowly placed the glass against his lips and took a sip of the red wine. Hearing his new nickname and her official name, he chuckled softly and placed the glass down once having enough, but not enough to make him unaware of his surroundings. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman",he thought to himself as he watched her sit down on the edge of the table with a damp cloth between her fingers. Maybe one day he will tell her his name, but until then, he will enjoy the game of her not knowing. The twitch of his lip brought a smirk to his lips at the thought that it probably irritated her that she didn’t know.
Chewing his bottom lip while staring at her, he thought about whether or not he should allow her to help him with his lips. He was an independent man, but the throbbing pain answered his question and with a sigh, he shifted around in his chair so that she had a good look at him before he leaned in slightly into her reach. Placing his elbows on the table to keep him balanced, he looked at her with a smile. While sitting there, he got a good look at her and he quickly noticed the bruises and cuts that ran from her chest down to her arms. His hazel green orbs suddenly turned small and a black film was placed over them. Armando’s jaws tighten with anger and he lifted his hand up before brushed his fingers across her arm to examine her bruises. ”You’re hurt,” he said angrily, his voice tight but held the raspy vibrations within it nonetheless. While looking up and down her arms, he tighten his grip on her wrist, not enough to hurt her, as he began to find more and more bruises . He should have killed them, had he known they had gripped her that hard, he would have. Rubbing his thumb across her bruise that was on her wrist, he shook his head. ”I’m sorry..”
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Roman Courtesan Madame
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Post by florentina ferrara on Dec 13, 2014 10:14:27 GMT
i can make the bad boys good for a weekend She glanced over at the door, having the distinct feeling that one or two of the girls may be looking through the keyhole like the nosy shrews they were. She loved the girls like they were her daughters but they could be absolutely insufferable at times. Though, she ignored that sneaking suspicion. It's not like there was anything going on that they would be interested in. Instead, her mind speculated about the mysterious man sitting in front of her whose name she didn't even know. Her curiosity gnawed at her nerves like a corrosive acid, irritating her to the point of her letting out a sharp sigh. She just continued to clean the blood off as her mind wandered. She took her sweet time, making sure not to irritate the cut more than it already was. But she was meticulous about it, making sure there was not one speck of red left and that it looked clean. "I would give you something to dull the pain but I suppose that's what wine is for, hm?" she mused quietly.
She didn't pay much mind to his fingers gently brushing against her arm, but her attention was instantly captured when she heard a low, resonating voice break the silence. She looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes in surprise. She tilted her head in mild confusion when he seemed to be bothered over her nicks and bruises. Her entire body did ache, yes, but she was never the type to show discomfort. Discomfort was weakness and Florentina could never be seen as weak. Never. "I was raised by mercenaries and thieves, caro mio. I am no stranger to the brutish tendencies of men. But thank you for your concern, nonetheless," she reassured. A weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she briefly recalled the kind men and women that raised her in place of her real parents. When she heard the words 'I'm sorry' come from him, she furrowed her brow in bewilderment. "It could have been much worse had you not come along when you did. Saying 'sorry' is unnecessary here," she replied. In a gesture that was meant to reassure, she gently caressed his cheek with her free hand. "They really are just trivial little scrapes. Those two idiots did not do that much damage," she said and smiled warmly. She was the slightest bit confused when he actually did seem a bit concerned about her injuries, as benign as they were. It was actually nice to have someone care enough to acknowledge her discomfort, though. Hell, it was nice to have someone care enough to save her life.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Jul 20, 2018 5:30:33 GMT
Her expression showed that of bewilderment towards his concern. Had it not been because of his protective personality, he could have avoid show a response. Expressions and facials was all he had in life so one such as bewilderment made his uneasy. But he was reassured as she caressed his cheek.
It was a polite gesture, one he actually found himself fond of despite his very limited interaction with human contact. It made him think of the gentle touch a mother would give to comfort a child, a feeling Armando never experienced due to his own mother’s quick death.
With that said, such a gesture could also be perceived as intimate and he had to ignore the urge to turn his face towards her hand and return the gesture by kissing her palm. Such actions would either earn him a slap or a scar, both physically and emotionally. Both of which he already had too many of.
He allowed her to finish cleaning up of his lip before he stood. As quick as it began, his time here was coming to an end. The wine he drank sat warmly in his stomach and he knew that had he been raised any other way he would be staying instead of leaving. He enjoyed her company as little as it was and she seemed like an interesting woman. Not every lady can walk into a business and start bossing people around. It meant she was someone important.
Unfortunately it was time to go.
He paused, looking at her once more, taking her facial feature (that of a warm smile) and body language, before he raised his fist to his chest. With a bow graceful enough to make a nobleman cheer, Armando paid his silent respects towards her. Not only as a thank you for her generosity but also a ask for forgiveness for allowing harm to come her way. Whether or not she accepted that silent apology was up to her but he wasn’t going to stick around to find out.
Armando turned towards one of the shuttered windows in the room and just before he made his way towards it he turned and grabbed the red wine bottle. With a small smile he shook it towards her, “No more for you tonight” he indicated with his gestures.
With a light chuckle and flick of his robe, Armando unlatched the window, placed the bottle within his grasp, and leaped into the night. Nothing but the sound of the sloshing wine was heard as he landed onto the balcony below and the ground afterwards.
With one last glance above, Armando tossed on his hood and the assassin returned to the arms of the night.
[4 years and it hasn’t once stopped bothering me that I never got the chance to reply to you. I hope this makes amends]
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