Spilled Blood (Raffaele and Lily) - Timeless2024-03-29T08:33:00Zhttps://timeless.ning.com/forum/topics/spilled-blood-raffaele-and-lily?commentId=5164310%3AComment%3A94355&feed=yes&xn_auth=noSpilled blood
w/ Lily rahotep…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-10-09:5164310:Comment:1039752023-10-09T05:31:18.503ZRaffaele Spataro - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/RaffaeleSpataro
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<div style="background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); width: 620px; height: auto; overflow: hidden;"><div style="width: 600px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; line-height: 1.5; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 16px; color: #fff; text-align: justify;">Raffaele waved a hand in dismissal of her thanks. "You are family to one of the greatest men I've ever met. You are of course welcome here." His fingers tapped along the cup full of wine he held aloft still and took a sip. Despite the spread of endless food, it would do nothing to stave off his hunger. His gaze moved to Vincenzo momentarily and without words, the sanguine already knew the man would understand what he was needing. The elder simply nodded in understanding and disappeared from the room. <br/> <br/>
He brought his attention back to his new guest, the sounds of her agreement of the meal unmistakable in her moans of pleasure. A low chuckle came from him, as he watched Lily. "I'm glad you like it. Jeo wasn't partial to it all, so I'm happy to see it doesn't run in the family. I'll inform the kitchen of your approval. I'm sure they are happy to make use of their skills for a change." Raffaele sat back in his seat as his mind wandered. "Though you would think he couldn't afford being so choosey when we were on the road as much."<br/>
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The corner of his lips lifted slightly in a smile as he remembered some of the better times between he and his friend. "I don't do much of the bounty life anymore, no," he explained, returning to her previous question. "Life took me in a different direction. Things had become chaotic. <em>I</em> had become chaotic. I was in a place where I wouldn't be able to do that kind of work without endangering others with my recklessness at times once Jeo and I parted ways. I needed to step away from that life." Raffaele looked upwards towards the house. "I came back here. Started a new life. I've been keeping to myself. Whispers have begun among the townspeople in an attempt to learn more about me since I don't leave the grounds often." He shook his head and hummed in amusement, some of the dark strands of his hair tipping forward. "They come up with some... colorful stories."<br/>
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His gaze lifted then towards her, but he couldn't help the number of pulses he could hear around him. Thrumming through his skin and making the already awkward situation more so. Raffaele turned and leaned his chin on his fist. "Honestly, will you all <em>please </em>go about your normal routines? Being here will only delay you in other work and I'm sure none of you want to be here late into the evening." There was a hesitancy among the humans before they finally started making the way to their various stations throughout the estate. It was at that moment Vincenzo returned with a look of confusion and a mouth agape. "I sent them away, so don't even try and stop them." A displeased scowl was his returned answer before he was offered another cup with something more akin to his kind. "Grazie."<br/>
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Raffaele took the goblet. Its contents a deep red that smelled fresh. He was about to take a sip when he noted the man lingering. "That means you too." Vincenzo cut him a exasperated look that he had become very used to before turning to smile at Lily and finally exiting the room. He didn't much feel like playing along with this game anymore.<br/>
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"I wouldn't mind seeing the gardens at night." The words were a little softer then as he called back to her comment earlier in the day. Also seemingly out of nowhere, but Raffaele was suddenly feeling glad of the change in his normal routine. "If you don't mind the company, of course. After dinner? I haven't been in quite some time and the staff does take all that effort to keep them. I should go and appreciate their hard work. Perhaps you can do a comparative piece. The difference in what it looks like while the sun is up compared to when the moon takes its place."</div>
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</center> ✧ Spilled Blood ✧Lily had n…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-05-20:5164310:Comment:1034172023-05-20T16:45:36.985ZDicehttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/LR
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Just like most gypsy she seemed to have her own sense of individuality, flowyness, and comfort when it came to clothing. So the altering of the dress made it fit her style but she kept the corset part that hugged her curves, it was a new sense for her to have a garment hug her body. She felt exposed as she stood across from him in the new outfit. The look he wore with the slight curve of his own lip into a smile meant that she must look somewhat appropriate in her mind.<br/><br/> “Presentable? Why as long as you have something covering your naked bits from food falling on them. Then you are then presentable, though I have also not had many what did you call this?” She thought for a moment. “Oh yes, formal dinner.” She chuckled it was foreign to her, after all most of their dinners were held around campfires with dancing. She gave a gentle smile to Vincenzo, “I should show you sometime how we do dinner, I am sure it's nothing you have ever seen before.” She winked to the older male not sure if he understood her or not. She then looked back towards Raff with a gentle smile and a rose blush kissing her cheeks. “Thank you.”<br/><br/> As they made their way to the dining room Lily looked around the place taking in the new part of his home. He really did have such a beautiful home. She never pictured living in a home like this, she figured she would always be living in a tent never being in one place too long unless the wind had other options. That is why having the chance to do so until the wind decides otherwise was an exciting adventure for her. <br/><br/> Taking in all the decorations on the table and a small smile touching her lips, “I feel almost as if I am your date or something so honorable. I have never had this much effort put into a meal for my presence before.” She moved towards the seat sitting down as the seat was pushed in for her. “Thank you.” She said softly, her eyes studying him as he walked to the other side of the table. Picking up the glass of wine she looked down to the different colors swirling together to make a rich red color. “This wine would make a lovely paint color.” She mumbled to the wine softly before taking a sip of it. She felt as if she was being watched with the guards of the room which put her slightly on edge.<br/><br/> <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/0c563450c8b34c7601cb391e15fc4176/tumblr_inline_p7xbl0m3iL1selhrj_250.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/0c563450c8b34c7601cb391e15fc4176/tumblr_inline_p7xbl0m3iL1selhrj_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Her gaze stayed on him to watch his face, her life as the speaker of the pack starting to kick in. She had questions and often got the answers she wanted with ease. He would be one of the toughest nuts she was hoping to crack. “Vega is a bit of a mystery to most of us. He grew up with the ice side of him.” She said and then realized maybe she should clarify. “He grew up a Viking, with his mother who is a warrior. There was a time we didn’t know Vega, but once we did we knew he was just as important to us as any other gypsy. The wind just likes to keep him busy.” She thought about Jeovani for a moment.<br/><br/> “A bounty hunter though? Rather interesting, I can’t picture it.” She gave a chuckle before focusing on him, “Does that mean that is what you do? Hunt bounties?” She raised a brow towards him as he continued. She felt a part of her longed for a touch of the dangerous life. Maybe that is why the wind brought her there. Though a frown touched her lips as he spoke of not caring if he lived or died, there was so much to life to long for. Though she was a bit idealistic or so she had been told. “I am glad Jeovani could provide you something to hang on to in life when you were going through a rough time. We all need people like that in our lives.” Did she have someone like that? Or was she just meant to be that person to others? Did anyone have her back? These thoughts danced in her head for a moment but she tried to not let them show.<br/><br/> “As a nomad I don’t belong anywhere and everywhere and nowhere. So I get it.” She said as she looked at him over, “But I think you are a better man than you give yourself credit for. Most wouldn’t allow a stranger to blow in and offer them a room and clothes among other things.” She gave a gentle shrug to her shoulder. “Yet I know if you are like most you won’t see how great you are in the end anyways so me saying this will go in one ear and out the other.” She chuckled learning this was the case for most people yet she knew that sometimes those random moments when the walls come down allowing the person to accept what the other person could change the course of their lives.<br/><br/> She figured that is what Jeovani had done for him, a moment Jeo had broken through to Raff. Seeing how this topic seemed to put him in a bad mood, she had managed to get an answer that would satisfy her curiosity for the moment. Opening her mouth to change the subject she watched as the trays came in. She sat up straighter still shouting Vincenzo a wink as she felt her stomach growl loudly. She felt as if she hadn’t eaten in days which she knew wasn’t true, still. “I am equally enthusiastic to eat this lovely food.” She gave a bow of her head towards Vincenzo and then to Raff, “Thank you for allowing me to put you out and fill my belly.” She said looking towards the food, picking up the first item that was sitting in front of her and taking a bite out of it. She felt the flavors dance along her tongue causing a moan to leave her throat. “This is delicious.” She said as she took a bite of something else another moan was earned. “Maybe you should come cook for my family and show them real cooking.” She licked her lips and it was clear she had no table manners.</div>
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w/ Lily Rahotep…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-04-21:5164310:Comment:1027902023-04-21T15:50:07.038ZRaffaele Spataro - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/RaffaeleSpataro
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<br/> Raffaele's dark eyes moved over her new appearance. A single brow raised at the <em>improvements</em> which had been done to the dress which she had finally chosen to wear from the wardrobes. He of course had not seen any of its choices before, but he knew that the garment had certainly been altered to her liking as it was in no way fashioned for a lady of society. He imagined all the stares she would likely receive if it were something she decided to continue wearing at the market. A slight curve of his lips lifted at this. <br/> <br/> <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11031081464?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11031081464?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>He sighed out a breath in annoyance, purely a human habit since breathing wasn't something he did much of anymore. "Vincenzo insisted I be more presentable while having a formal dinner," he replied to Lily, looking back over his shoulder at the older man who wasn't expecting to be outed. Vincenzo then slightly flustered as he stood up straighter from behind the wall and quickly made an escape, no doubt to the kitchen to ready their meal. This made his smirk widen a little more. "You look lovely, signorina."<br/> <br/> The long hallway on the lower floor was currently being flanked by two of his workers at the double doors. Raffaele rolled his eyes at this. More of Vincenzo's doing. On any normal day throughout the many normal days here, there would be no one standing there. In fact, the room was hardly used as he took his <em>particular</em> meals to the privacy of his study. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been in the formal dining room.<br/> <br/> Still, the doors were opened for them and once they made their way to the overly decorated table which again was never like this, he pulled back the chair for Lily to sit in before making his way down the long table to the other end to sit on the plush seat. Raffaele's head turned slightly as another of his workers came to pour them some wine before standing against the wall again silently with two others who remained like statues. He could put them in the gardens with the other stone sculptures with how still they were. A stifled laugh caught in his throat with a slight shake of his head before he lifted the now full cup.<br/> <br/> Just as he was going to raise it towards Lily in a silent toast, she began to ask questions about himself which paused his initial gesture. His arm slightly lowered as her attention seemed to be everywhere in all the newness of her current situation. Raffaele's lips thinned as it was clear she wanted to learn more about his relationship with her cousin beyond what he explained before, but there were some things he couldn't and wouldn't share. At least not in detail. "I suppose your cousin doesn't speak much of his life as a bounty hunter? I shouldn't find that very surprising." He sat back in his chair and looked down to the table for a few short moments. "It was a dangerous, but thrilling time," Raffaele started, glancing up and across the table to Lily. "We helped each other out, sure, but he was more guidance for me than I to him. Things were..." a lump formed in his throat, though he continued with the thought, "harder for me. It was a different time in my life when I didn't much care if I lived or died, but mostly hoped for the latter." More truth than he'd of liked to share passed his lips before he could stop himself. "Your cousin is a good man. Far better than myself. We parted ways after feeling it best I go on my own. So no, I'm not from here, but it is where I live now."<br/> <br/> He hadn't meant to be so blunt. It certainly wasn't an enjoyable topic of conversation whether they were at a dinner table or not. Vincenzo entered the room from the opposite doors then with a small line of others behind him carrying various sized trays to bring what seemed to be a feast for ten rather than two. Raffaele was still glad of the interruption as he never liked speaking about the past or the reason he and his closest friend had parted for decades without contact. The staff began to serve them food in which he hadn't had in years, nor would it even fill him really. Still, most of the people in his home did not know what he really was besides Vincenzo. His gaze turned towards Lily then in an effort to move the conversation away from him. "As you can see, my staff is very enthusiastic." His maroon brown eyes cut to Vincenzo then whose smile couldn't be prouder. "I hope you like it. I'm sure it's very different from what you're used to."</div>
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Once her small, floating steps neared him after her beckoning, Raffaele remained still. His brow creased as she came far closer than he was expecting and stood with a look of bewilderment once she grazed his neck with her nose. His lips parted to say something, but what he wasn't sure of. A request to stop, perhaps, but the moment was over just as soon as it had begun as Lily moved back into the room once more and towards the books she seemed intrigued by. <br/>
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Raffaele still remained rather like stone on the spot once the encounter was over. The feel of her touch on his skin was almost foreign as he hadn't been so close to anyone in countless years. The warmth of her skin began to fade just as quickly which seemed to make him come round again to her partially deafened words in his mind, clearing his throat softly. "As I said, there is no need of repayment. I hope you find whatever it is you.. or the <em>Wind</em> is searching for."<br/>
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Raffaele had been deep within his accounting ledgers for some time, but found himself drifting off as to the new guest that had suddenly appeared on his property. His gaze moved off of the pages where the ink dripped from the pen he held and towards the sunlight that streamed into the room from behind the mostly drawn curtains. He couldn't shake the feeling that they still hadn't come up with a reason why Lily was brought to him in the first place and so he stared at the spot on the floor where the sun's light had finally ended, far away in his thoughts until the sound of a familiar heartbeat drew his attention. <br/>
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"You haven't changed?!" Vincenzo's familiar, but perplexed voice made the sanguine's head turn. His expression of shock matched.<br/>
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Raffaele looked down at himself with mocked confusion. "Was I supposed to?" He saw the disapproving scowl on the old man's face which made him smile. "This isn't some banquet or ball, Vin. I'm not changing."<br/>
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This apparently was not an adequate answer as the stomping and muttering under the breath began. Raffaele was then being yanked along to another room within the corridor that had wardrobes he hadn't opened in what seemed a lifetime. Various pieces of more formal wear began to fly from inside as Vincenzo's head was buried within. The sanguine side-stepped and ducked the onslaught of clothing before taking refuge at a wall to lean his head back against it until this fit was over.<br/>
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Minutes later and he was straightening the collar of the new shirt he was being forced to wear, but refusing to close it completely. It was the agreement that they finally came upon as he still wore the same pants and boots he'd had on previously. Somehow this appeased Vincenzo nonetheless. Coming to the room that would now be Lily's temporarily, Raffaele lightly knocked on the mostly closed door. "Signorina? Are you ready? It appears our meal is prepared and awaiting our arrival." His gaze shot over to Vincenzo near the end of the hall who seemed to be enjoying this entirely too much and Raffaele rolled his eyes in answer.</div>
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“Are you overly fond of these dresses?” she asked knowing she could alter them into things that she could move in easy enough. She and her siblings had gotten good at making their own clothes out of others. “If not I am sure I can get some garments of my own I could destroy, as some would say.” As she gestured towards her flowy dress that wasn’t floating in the wind since the wind had abandoned her now. “Or,” her gaze drifted to the curtains on the bed and the windows. “If you aren’t fond of the curtains I can make it work. I designed this dress.” she said with a twirl in the middle of the room. <br/>
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“Having someone wait on me is different, as the youngest I feel I wait on everyone else in the caravan. Though that could be because the wind has never taken me from them for long unlike others of us.” She gave a slight frown before he started to move away. “A moment.” she caught him before he made it to the door. “Just so I can find you easier among all the smells in your home. She buried her nose against his neck, taking a long whiff of his Sanguine scent. Her nose trialed up the nap of his neck to his ear lobe before pulling back letting him go. “Have fun studying away.” <br/>
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She moved towards the books again to pull one off in a language she knew. “Don’t apologize for your staff. I really appreciate you and them wanting to care for me in my abandonment. I am not sure how I can repay you.” She said back looking over to him watching him leave. When Emilienne returned she asked for something to paint on and to paint with if it was available in the home. As she flipped through the pages of the book sitting in front of the window on the floor with her legs crossed. That is where he would find her when he would return.<br/>
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"Any family me…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-11-24:5164310:Comment:1002782022-11-24T19:25:56.977ZRaffaele Spataro - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/RaffaeleSpataro
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The sanguine gave a slight chuckle and shake of his head, his long dark hair shifting. "I'm afraid there is no artistic bone in this body." His face tilted in interest at Lily's mention of making her own paints and realized it shouldn't have been surprising at all that she would be creating art on the unconventional objects she would find among her travels. He would really like to see what came from her peculiar mind. "I'm not sure what kind of inspiration you would find from me," he continued with a smirk, "but the grounds do have some lovely spots. I see some of the staff by the gardens when they are done with their work for the day. It seems to be a favorite place of theirs. Perhaps you will find your muse among the oceans of flowers there or perhaps the fountains."<br/> <br/> Raffaele hands brushed with hers as he lifted the book she inquired about. "It's in Greek," he explained his fingertips brushing over the raised and aging embossing of its cover with intricate golden vines. "It's a book of philosophy. Some of the greatest minds to ever exist, their thoughts in here. Ideas on society, the meaning of our lives. Plato, Socrates, Aristotle." His gaze found hers as he explained with a soft smile seeing as his words caused thought lines to appear across her head. "It's a bit heavy." He walked the book back over and placed it back in its home. <br/> <br/> "You'll find books are all over the manor. You are more than welcome to any of them. Perhaps there will be some inspiration in them as well." Raffaele turned to face her again and nodded towards the very large and ornate wardrobe that towered in one of the corners. "Seeing as the Wind did you no favors in bringing you here without clothes and other necessities, there are some dresses stowed inside. A tailor is on the grounds if you need to have it fitted properly, though I can say they are probably not something you would be used to wearing given my living in France." The garments were wildly different from what Raffaele knew she and her kin would wear. Here the women were nearly tortured in the amounts of tightened fabrics and layers they wore while Lily and the Gypsies didn't care for such formalities in that sense. Much like the wind, their clothing was flowing and light as air. His eyes did not miss how it draped over Lily's form, but still flattering to her lithe frame. <br/> <br/> "Anything you need at all, <span>Emilienne will accommodate. She will come at certain times of the day, but if you require anything else, any of the staff will be available since you are my guest." His head bowed slightly to her. "And of course you may ask me. Any family member of Jeovani is always welcome here. My study is only down the hall at the end. It is where I am most of the time."</span><br/> <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10891150689?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10891150689?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="300" class="align-right"/></a><br/>Raffaele glanced to the doorway before turning back to her. "I will let you settle in then before dinner. I'm sure this is all rather overwhelming. I'll return and we'll walk to the dining room which I'm sure will be completely overdone and I apologize in advance for Vincenzo's... enthusiasm." The corner of his mouth turned slightly and he bowed his head again before letting her have some privacy.</div>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4fb55e3ff8a53a940503910f2a9364ed/tumblr_inline_nu5n6k1mTF1qlt39u_400.gifv" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4fb55e3ff8a53a940503910f2a9364ed/tumblr_inline_nu5n6k1mTF1qlt39u_400.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x"></img></a> Lily gave a soft smile as she talked about Vincenzo, she could tell that he cared about the man. “From that soft smile you don’t seem to want to display I would say you care for Vincenzo. Or maybe him defying you makes you feel alive in a different way.” She teased him for a moment. Through her eyes that…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4fb55e3ff8a53a940503910f2a9364ed/tumblr_inline_nu5n6k1mTF1qlt39u_400.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4fb55e3ff8a53a940503910f2a9364ed/tumblr_inline_nu5n6k1mTF1qlt39u_400.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Lily gave a soft smile as she talked about Vincenzo, she could tell that he cared about the man. “From that soft smile you don’t seem to want to display I would say you care for Vincenzo. Or maybe him defying you makes you feel alive in a different way.” She teased him for a moment. Through her eyes that always saw way too much brought the next statement out of her lips. “Or maybe you two are close in a way no one else quite understands.” Though she was no stranger to relationships that made others not understand. She moved her fingers to the ends of her hair to twirl her fingers around for a quiet moment. “I have always wanted to know how food tasted from a passionate chef. So I truly believe that whatever he comes up with will dance along my tongue, making me feel culinary aliveness.” She gave a small smile towards him thinking about how wonderful the food would taste.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Lily's eyes wandered along Emilienne as she curtsey, after she had left out of the room. Lily herself mimicked the same curtsey. Making note that it seemed to be a custom people had around those who were considered royal. She out of all her siblings tried to understand customs as quickly as she could so she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb even more than she already did. “You don’t have many guests? Seems such a shame with how beautiful this place is.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Lily moved to the window smoothly as if her feet weren’t touching the ground as she stared out the window. She had learned in her travels that Sanguine and sun don’t mix, she wondered how living without the sun could be. Ruled by both the sun and moon in her veins, she couldn’t imagine not being able to have both kiss her skin at some point. “Have you ever tried a different kind of window?” She asked, looking over to him. “One that allows the light in but not the part that hurts you?” She raised her hand to look at the glass seeing the colors of the light dancing through the glass.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Maybe you just have yet to unlock what art skill you are skillful in.” She gave him an easy smile as she could tell that he was one that appreciated them, something she wasn’t used to. Looking to easel she gave a shake of her head. “No but I can understand how they would be helpful for a painter. I tend to paint on whatever surface I can get my hands on. I even learned to make my own paints over the years.” She said softly as she moved her fingers along the wooden easel slowly. “I wonder how my paintings would have turned out if I had such supplies at my fingertips every time the mood struck me.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Watching him move away she watched him closely, he seemed to not like anyone close to him. She was always so observant it was her curse in some ways. She wondered why but she figured she would learn why before the wind would take her away once again. “Depends on what I could get my hands on. Boulders, rocks, tents, buildings, and more. Rarely paper unless it was a gift from someone. Which was rare. Inspiration comes from either the world around me or the wind or the fantasy in my own head from time to time. I haven’t had many chances to read novels.” She looked towards the book in her hands. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">“I used to think that the wind would take me places for inspiration.” She mused looking towards the words she didn’t understand fully. “Maybe it's why the wind brought me here. Wanted me to find inspiration from you and your home.” She said as she moved over to him holding the book out to him. “What is this novel about? I don’t know this language.” she this time tried to keep a bit of space between them so he didn’t run from her once again.</span></p> Spilled Blood
...wrapped in…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-10-02:5164310:Comment:994822022-10-02T17:00:55.710ZRaffaele Spataro - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/RaffaeleSpataro
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<a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10832822668?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10832822668?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="250" class="align-left"/></a>"Oh, believe me, I have no say in what Vincenzo chooses to do in that kitchen. It's like being the master of this house doesn't apply to him when I request certain things and condemn others." There was a wry smile forming at the corner of his mouth when he spoke of this, gazing to the floor before looking to her. Most people in service would've been thrown out for that kind of behavior in any other noble's home. He had love for that man like a father and their relationship would seem rather odd to others from the outside given the elder was in service to him. Not that that mattered to Raffaele at all. He couldn't care less what the people in the villages thought of him. The rumors and other ridiculous stories they came up with only meant they would keep from bothering him out here on his set back lands. The only time he really ever showed his face was at the important parties he was invited to because of his station and turning the invitation down would only bring about troubles. His loyalty was to the king in order to continue living in peace and one didn't slight the king. He was not looking forward to the one coming in the next couple of days either. "As I said, we don't get many visitors so he will jump on this chance to indulge his needs to go over the top."<br/>
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Raffaele nodded to Emilienne as cue to leave and inform the kitchen staff that Miss Lily was open to everything which meant Vincenzo would oblige to this and create a feast that was meant for twelve. The girl dipped in a short curtsey before turning to hurry off, he hearing her soft footfalls all the way down the quieted hallway and down the stairs. He could already see the catastrophe about to happen in the kitchen now as everyone got to work.<br/>
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His maroon gaze drifted back to Lily as her attention had been brought to the sunlight which washed over her. Gypsies always looked so beautiful when the sun poured over them. Something he could never feel again comfortably against his own skin without the pain it brought in return for trying. It was hard to even remember centuries later despite desperately clinging onto the memories of when he was a horse master and spent nearly every waking moment outside. Now, he remained in the shadows of every room, always wrapped in darkness.<br/>
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"No, I do not. I'm not so skillful in the arts, but I appreciate them. This is simply for decoration." His hand gripped the top of the wooden standing easel. "You've not seen one before? I would've thought you had many." His brow scrunched forward in disbelief, but then, Lily did seem somewhat aloof in a way. Or perhaps he was the one that was ignorant to the fact that art could certainly go beyond the constraints of a canvas. She certainly seemed the unconventional type. "I'll have to check in the storage rooms to see if there are any canvas boards in there you can use, but I'm sure the staff will also know where to acquire some along with the paint."<br/>
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He momentarily glanced down to the book she held before meeting her eyes once she was again quite close to him which to outsiders would seem intimate. Raffaele could still smell the sunshine on her and pointedly stepped backwards before walking around the side of the easel in a fluid movement as not to make any part of it obvious. "So what do you paint on, Miss Lily? Do your inspirations come from the pages of a novel?" he asked, nodding towards the book before looking to the window. "Or from what the world puts before you?"</div>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">She held her hands up and then folded them together in a manner to express that she planned on keeping her hands to herself. Yet he seemed to understand how the wind could be with his friendship with Vega. “I shall try my best to not break such things, yet I can not promise it won’t happen.” She was someone who prided herself on her honesty. Even if it got her into trouble before. While this place was filled with beautiful colored rare items she couldn’t…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">She held her hands up and then folded them together in a manner to express that she planned on keeping her hands to herself. Yet he seemed to understand how the wind could be with his friendship with Vega. “I shall try my best to not break such things, yet I can not promise it won’t happen.” She was someone who prided herself on her honesty. Even if it got her into trouble before. While this place was filled with beautiful colored rare items she couldn’t understand why it felt so cold and empty on top of that. She was so used to never having a moment alone that standing here in this room everything was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, it was rather unsettling if she thought about it too long.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Following just a few paces behind him taking in all the colors that laced around each area they had entered and exited, the spiral staircase was a beautiful touch on his home. His whole home was an aesthetic she had never really had a chance to see or visit before. She wondered what inspiration she could draw from such a place. Was that why the wind left her here to see a different world once again? Her eyes were filled with wonder unaware of his brief gaze upon her as the colors danced along her skin the more they moved. “Well, questioning the wind's reason would bring you down a hole of disparity. After all the wind does what it wants when it wants sometimes with no rhyme or reason.” She gave a gentle shrug of her shoulder. “If I had to give an educated guess on why it left me with you. Vega must trust you deep inside and the wind knows that. Though the wind also knows that I can hold my own so if you were ill intentioned it is sure I could handle such things.” Her words came out in a tone unlike her first introductions clearly showing that this woman had a rather intelligent side to her along with her light hearted side.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"> <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/bb7d9b7b086115e6d03ff2acaed77a58/11af06c12d163d24-df/s540x810/ee98d367494c391aa0094897a0a09f6111dd5b37.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/bb7d9b7b086115e6d03ff2acaed77a58/11af06c12d163d24-df/s540x810/ee98d367494c391aa0094897a0a09f6111dd5b37.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a>As they came upon the room she wandered in behind him as he moved towards the curtains she herself moved towards the books that lined the shelves. The light made her skin feel as if it was alive and on fire as she picked up a random book drifting towards the light. She let out a comforting sigh as she then looked to Raffaele as he moved to an easel, something she had never used before. Tilting her head at the contraption as she looked back to him. “What is that?” she asked just as the young woman entered the room. She worried for a moment that she was in her room before Raffaele made it clear who she was.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">“A pleasure to meet you Emilienne.” She curtsy to the girl as she spoke her name and then looked around the room for a moment. “I love new foods so please do anything that fills their hearts content to make. Maybe one day I could make a meal for you all.” She suggested as she was sure the food she was accustomed too was vastly different then what they would be making. “A celebration? I am not sure I have ever been celebrated for just appearing before,” hearing the annoyance in his tone. “Please don’t feel you have to throw a party for me. I mean I was an uninvited guest if anything you should be throwing me out the door. I should be throwing you a party for allowing me to stay.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Clearing her throat she looked back to the window as he spoke of lighting and then paint which caused her eyes to light up brightly. “Do you paint also?” She asked him as she shifted closer with the random book still in her hands.</span></p>