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 Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2023 11:17 pm
His steps slowed the closer to the main house they got. While Nico was not nervous and certainly was not afraid, he did dread the moment they walked through those doors and were faced with prying eyes and forced into awkward conversations. He knew the chances of them being able to just be how they were when they were alone together were low, that Matteo’s grandmother would be there and would have her expectations for the blonde, and that Nico’s father would be lurking about, making shady deals in dark corners while watching out for his eldest child, so intent on dragging Nico into whatever nefarious schemes he was cooking up. The ancilla would need to be on his guard and stay watchful over the younger members of his family, to try and keep them out of trouble as best he could while also being mindful that he could not control everything or everybody. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Matteo’s laughter warmed him, a feeling that spread out from his chest and to all of his limbs, making him feel light and momentarily at ease. His bright blue gaze was locked on the blonde, finding everything the other vampire did so damn endearing that he couldn’t bring himself to look away, his smirk growing slightly as he shook his head. “You know how,” Nico said, reaching over with his free hand to brush a thumb against Matteo’s bottom lip before pulling it free from his teeth, clicking his tongue in amusement before the other vampire leaned up to brush lips against his cheek, which sent a little thrill down Nico’s spine. “Not helping.” He laughed, giving his head a little shake and leaning it toward Matteo’s for a moment, foreheads pressed together just briefly before he straightened again, a heaviness hanging over him momentarily lifted. “Should we go inside and get this night over with?” He asked, pausing as they reached the end of the path, ice-blue eyes drifting to the house's entryway.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2023 11:45 pm
So far so good, he thought as he kept his arms held behind his back, stern expression, nodding to those who spared eye contact as they passed, just like if he was at work. Damn he wishes he was at work right now.. Clan business never made much sense to him and he had probably only knew a handful of people here outside of reputation, his connections where limited especially after losing- His eyes which had been absentmindedly going over the design of the stairs fancy railings suddenly snapped back as his name being called dragged him out of his train of though, his face redden and his ears sank a bit when it hit him that he was being called by his nickname and not the much fancier full 'Andreas'... This place seemed like an 'Andreas' should be here more then an 'Andy'. Shaking off his embarrassment as quick as he could Andy turned to smile what he hoped natural looking as he turned to greet his co worker. "S-Savio! Hey, oh" he straightens back and clears his throat, maybe he should have accepted one of those drinks after all "Hello Savio. How have you been, has that Gideon been giving you any problems since my last talk with him?" his fists tightened a bit at the memory.. What some people think they can get away with saying to the hosts on his watch... oh speaking of the host in front of him.. He's doing something with his hands isn't he... s**t should he be doing the same? Is it too late now? What the hell do people even do with their hands?? He lets his arms fall to the side in what could be interrupted at an invitation to accept an incoming hug.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 12:04 am
As they drew closer to the mansion a mild sense of dread settled over the blonde. He knew Gigi was already there, likely keeping an eye out for him. She had made him promise that he would be here before he had left the family estate to go meet up with Nico. Well, It was a promise he would have been more than happy to break if it didn’t mean he would have been in deep s**t. Even threatening to contact his father if he didn’t show and Matteo really didn’t want to see him. No, his father wasn’t a hard a**, or a belittler. The young vampire would describe it as ‘killing you with kindness’. He had this nasty habit of convincing you something was you idea and then like an idiot you would do exactly what he wanted you to do. <******** he hated that. Likely Gigi might drag him away and keep him occupied so that he and Nico barely saw each other all night. He rather didn’t like that idea, both hands now holding on to Nico’s bicep as he ran the scenario through his head. Saying no because you wanted to spend the time with your boyfriend instead of listening to people drone on and on about what business they had with Della Passaglia, or would like to have, was so……boring. Nico wasn’t boring. “Mmmm nooooo I’m afraid I don’t” He waggled a finger back and forth. “Perhaps if you demonstrate it it might ring a few bells.” Matteo laughed again, the dread had eased for the moment. “Who said I was going to help?” He grinned as they pressed their foreheads together, Matteo capturing Nico’s lips for one more kiss. Who knew when they might get the chance for another during this whole thing. “If I don’t see you for the rest of the night remember me fondly.” Letting out a sigh his rich brown gaze went from Nico to the mansion’s front door as they reached the end of the path, letting a little sigh pass through his lips. “Might as well although let it be known that I wanted to stay in bed and forget this whole thing event existed.” He really was regretting that decision right now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 1:05 pm
Marcello was far from stupid. He knew exactly what Angel was trying to do because they had played this little game too many times before. He was very aware of what the Hidalgo elder expected from him and that following after played directly into his hand. But if Angel thought for a second that the head of Rossellini would be bothered by how he’d looked at his cousin or how he’d all but ignored Marcello’s presence until the moment he walked away, he would have been mistaken. Until amends were made, he felt no claim over the Hidalgo. There was no sting of jealousy or ire for his behaviour. There was also little to no remorse over past actions that brought them to their latest separation. In fact, he could barely even remember what had caused it then or any time previous. However, he did distinctly remember it being a lot harsher than any time before, and when Angel had left, it was with an air of finality that left a bitter taste on Marcello’s tongue. He’d been so sure then that it would be the last time. What they had was never able to flourish, and continuing to make the same mistakes with each other repeatedly seemed downright idiotic. Still, he would be lying if he said that thoughts of Angel had never crossed his mind over the last century. A guy could get lonely. A guy had needs. Nobody had ever fulfilled those needs quite like he had. The other vampire had made it quite a distance away before Marcello could grab his attention, but he sauntered up toward him when he stopped, the amused smirk from before back on his lips, the amber of his eyes burning with something undefined. It was difficult to tell exactly what he was thinking. “Yes, it has been, mi horrible pequeño demonio.” The words rolled off his tongue easily, centuries of practice making it easy, his tone smooth and with just a hint of warmth, eyes narrowing slightly as he locked his gaze onto the other vampires. Perhaps the words were a little too familiar. After all, he had no right at all to call Angel 'mine.' But it was anyone's guess whether it was a slip of the tongue or a phrase well thought out in advance. He raised one of the shot glasses toward the other elder, “Una ofrenda de paz? I would like to bury the hatchet, so to speak.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 1:40 pm
It was a dance that they had done many times. Many, many times. And one would have thought that Angel had learned by now that Marcello just:….well that didn’t matter. Weither or not the Rossellini Elder had thought of him at all during the last century Angel didn’t particularly care. Thoughts were thoughts, intangible. And they didn’t warm your bed at night like an actual person could. When they were spat Thr Hidalgo didn’t hesitate to sleep with others. His own sadistic pleasures the only thing that really mattered to him. A few had tried to get closer to him but when that began to happen he turned them down and moved on. Those relationships were one and done deals but somehow hr always found his way back to Marcello one way or another. His ancestors must have been playing a horrible joke on him. Pale eyes watched as he sauntered up, sweeping up and down the other’s form. Taking inventory. That smirk. It always for him. Mierda. His gaze locked with Marcello’s and he was taken back into the past. Reminded of all the good times they had had together too. Why was it always the bad that stuck out first? But Angel hadn’t forgotten the bad. They had both said harsh things to one another and Angel may have thrown an expensive looking vase or two at the wall behind Marcello’s head. Why would he want that again. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or offenddd by the first words out of his mouth. Angel was most certainly not his, he had no claim over him at all. The other vampire had lost that right long ago. Eyeing the offered shot, he waited a couple of seconds before taking it, an eyebrow raised. “Bury the hatchet hm. Vaya, how big of you. Has Marcello Rossellini turned over a new leaf?” Doubtful. He was probably still the same heartless, selfish, sadistic a** hole he had always been. And Angel found that really attractive. Why did the assholes turn him on? Angel downed the shot before placing the glass on a nearby waiter’s serving tray as they passed by. “Hatched buried then, if that’s what you want.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, the harsh burn of the Tequila leaving his throat on fire for the briefest of moments. They could be cordial at the very least.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 1:58 pm
"No no, i piaceri sono tutti miei. Anche se a volte Sir Vinny può essere un po' eccentrico, allegro e confuso, mi ha dimostrato di avere una mente fantastica e un cuore affettuoso quando si tratta del suo lavoro e della sua famiglia. Lo rispetto molto, stranezze e tutto il resto." He gave a soft chuckle at the thought. Not meaning to be rude or anything, a slight hint of joking, but mostly out of complete respect.
"Sir Vinny è davvero la mente di tutto. Tengo solo i numeri sotto controllo.
Per quanto riguarda il lavoro eccessivo, non ha nulla a che fare con questo, è davvero tutta colpa mia. Sono un maniaco del lavoro e non ho paura di ammetterlo. Alla fine ci trovo solo divertimento." He gave an awkward smile now, even while admitting, he was still a touch embarrassed about it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 2:29 pm
As Bac spoke, Rosa glowed as if lit from within. "And I am doing much better with you around, mi corazon." Ah, he was a romantic in that twisted little heart of his, as was Rosa in her own way. Daeva were not known to feel great depths of emotion, but what she could feel, she did. That aspect of the clan was a trifle bothersome at times like this one, but she certainly did love Bac... and his heathen Scottish ways. They were charming.
Gracefully accepting the glass of vitae, Rosa took a long sip. The gardens certainly were beautiful. Perhaps their beauty borrowed from the purported bloodshed here or perhaps their caretaker was particularly attentive. "It was," she said, indulging in another sip of vitae. "My nights are not exciting enough to make travel anything but uneventful," she confessed.
SpaceDadDisapproves The Spanish is due to Rosa's background. gaia_kittenstar
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 7:46 pm
Oh…Andy did not look super comfortable or very happy. Savio wondered if it was because he had just shouted at him from a fair distance away, undoubtedly drawing attention to the very stoic brunette who had appeared to be studying the intricate carvings along the stairway. The blonde had to fight down an amused grin, coughing lightly into his arm to suppress a laugh as he approached. It was no use. Poor Andy just looked so out of place, standing alone as if hoping to blend into his surroundings and disappear completely. Savio let the amusement show in his eyes, and he grinned wide enough to flash a hint of sharp fangs as he came to stand before the other vampire, arm still spread wide. Ah, well, this was awkward. His gaze flicked downward as Andy let his arms drop to his sides before flicking back to his face, an eyebrow arching in question. Savio slowly lowered his arms, just in front of himself, as he fidgeted with the drink still held in one hand, his grin slipping into a more cordial smile. “Who? Oh! Oh ya, no. I haven’t seen his face around since…Well, not in a while now, actually. What did you say to him anyways?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 8:39 pm
Oh s**t not a hug then? Ok that actually makes sense.. Ok so maybe just arms at the sides then? Lowering them a bit his eyes dart around quickly hoping no one noticed and maybe pick up on how other where dealing with their hands... The options seemed to be hold a drink or someones arm.. So no help there.. Man this would be so much easier with his glasses, he probably seemed extremely rude right now. He once again cleared his throat and crack his neck out of habit, before focusing back on Savio, his smile putting him more at ease, even got him to let at a chuckle at his question remembering that night after dragging that son of b***h to the alley behind the Lux. "Just a calm explanation on the rules, how one should treat our darling hosts and how his vulgarity will not be tolerated." He cracked his neck the other way quickly. "Also might have broken a finger or two but to be fair he tried going for the door again and well..' he shrugged. He had tried being reasonable with the a*****e.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 10:17 pm
It was hard to miss the way Matteo gripped his arm with not one but two hands now, and while Nico knew it might be a little overdramatic, he could honestly say that the feeling was more than mutual. The last thing he wanted was to go inside and find himself immediately separated from the blonde vampire he had begun to spend so much time with lately. Matteo was almost always on his mind, thoughts constantly turning to him whenever they were apart. There were moments when he missed him fervently and wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again, stealing kisses, feeling the cold loneliness melt away. Nobody else quite like him, and so far, nobody else that Nico had ever wanted the way he wanted him. But still, they walked toward the end of that path. Duty. Obligation. Prioritizing the family. Both had their parts to play tonight, and Nico hated that it would likely and ultimately, send them in separate directions. Well. Only if they let it happen, and only on their own terms. He could at least make that decision here and now before they even went inside. His icy blue eyes blinked at Matteo, and he gave him a mock look of exasperation, knowing full well that the other vampire was only playing at the dumb and innocent act. Nico had already reached over to brush a thumb against the other vampire's bottom lip. He could use the same hand now to cup Matteo’s chin, gently tipping it up toward him. “No matter what happens tonight, we are going home together,” he said the words with conviction and an underlying promise, allowing a touch of longing to enter the gaze that he levelled on Matteo, reciprocating the earlier look the blonde had given to him. Afterwards, when Matteo kissed him, he held onto it for as long as he could, hoping that through that last kiss, he could convey all the words he had trouble saying, all his feelings, and how much he appreciated having the blonde with him. He never wanted that kiss to end, but of course, it had to, and he pulled away with great reluctance. “Now, who’s being dramatic?” His voice was low, husky with need, lips still bare millimetres away from Matteo’s before he straightened fully and cleared his throat, blinking away all the emotions that had entered his gaze. Ok. There was no more putting it off now. Letting out a soft sigh of his own, he led Matteo toward the front door and inside the impressive building. “Be strong.” He said, giving the blonde one last light little tease, giving one of his hands a pat as they crossed the threshold and found themselves part of the inner soiree.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2023 11:57 pm
Matteo just knew this was going to be a dreadful time, there was just no two ways about it. He bet with himself that the second he walked through that door someone was going to approach him about family business. When you were blond among a group of dark haired vampires it was hard to blend in. All he knew was when this was all over he was going to drag Nico to bed and not leave for a whole week, maybe two. A month sounded good. Responsibility. Connections. Being at the wheel of the possible future of the family. That was just too much for the blond. Some young Giovanni might have aspired to the idea of heir but Matteo saw it for what it really was. A ball and chain. He’s rather have fun instead of running himself ragged trying to live up to expectations his family had of him A great warmth crept into Matteo’s brown eyes as his face was tilted up, staring deep into those icy depths. He felt nothing but warmth, longing, desire in them and it sent a warmth spreading through him. Nico really was a handsome man no matter how much he tried to deny it. The conviction in his voice gave Matteo hope that it would all be true. “Of course we will.” They might spend the night apart but at the end of it all they would be going home together. The lingering kiss made his skin prickle and it ended much too soon for his liking. “Is it me? I have a feeling it’s me.” His voice was sweet and playful as he shot Nico another innocent look, their lips so close he could have stolen another kiss is Nico hadn’t of straightened himself. Matteo set the goal in his mind. Just get through the night that he will probably have to spend away from Nico and the he could have the dark haired vampire all he wanted. When they entered the mansion he sucked in a silent breath. This wasn’t his first time at the main family estate. Gigi had brought him many times over the years when she had business here. Exposing him young to prepare him for what his reality would be when he was older. Several faces turned towards the pair and Matteo was pretty sure a good majority of them zeroed in on him with looks of recognition. “So it begins.” He could already see a few of them starting to head in their direction. Damn vultures couldn’t even let him get through the door before they began to circle. When the first family member approached Matteo plastered on his most charming smile, greeting them with a slight head nod. It didn’t take long for the other to dive right into it, Matteo’s jaw set as he listened to them talk. A little bit of back and forth and then a promise to touch base again in the future ended the interaction. But that one wasn’t the only one waiting to talk to him. He probably could have used a drink right s out then as the next person greeted him. He glanced over at Nico, an apologetic look flashing across his face before his attention turned back to the person in front of him. Matteo could play the part, didn’t mean he wanted to though.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2023 9:50 am
The thoughts were nothing serious, at least to Marcello they never seemed to be. Just innocent moments here and there when Angel would cross his mind, and he’d wonder if there was a chance they would run across each other again one day. Most often, he’d be in the middle of his work, and vividly recall a technique that Angel had shown him. This would lead to silent musings to himself over the good times that they’d shared, memories of the carnage they’d inflicted, together. If he took the time to examine and really mull it over (which he never did) he might come to understand that he actually missed the other elder. However, he never let the reverie last that long. He’d become completely absorbed in something, or someone, else, whether for pleasure or business or both at the same time. He did not need Angel. But he wanted him. He knew that the moment he heard his voice at the bar. So many years. Who cared how it ended before? Or even before that? Did the amount of break ups, if that’s what they were to be labeled as, truly matter? Marcello could certainly look past it. Easily, in fact, given he could barely remember it and did not care to try. Standing before him, words all said, he finally let his gaze roam, taking his time with it, slow and obvious as his eyes followed the ridges and curves of his body as if appreciating a fine work of art, his smirk widening just slightly as he lifted his gaze back to Angel’s face, eyes glittering with either something very dangerous or very exciting, it was hard to say which. Letting out a low chuckle, he rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug, careful not to spill the contents of the shot glasses. Alas, the one he kept closer to himself managed to jostle just enough, and he felt the liquid wet his fingers while he waited for Angel to take his offered drink. “Perhaps.” His voice was still so smooth, still keeping any true emotion at bay. “It has been a long time, as you said.” Fat chance. Marcello had not changed at all. As the offered shot glass left his hand, he raised his own to his lips, watching Angel for just a moment longer before throwing his back as well and placing it on the same tray that whisked past. Tequila was not his favorite drink, it burned all the way down and its effects always seemed to hit like a truck when least expected. Luckily he wasn’t planning on having more. “Good.” He said, and then proceeded to suck the tequila that had spilled over off each one of his fingers, holding them up as if to inspect them after he was done. “That is what I want.” Among other things, of course, but that could wait at least a little longer if necessary.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2023 11:40 am
Whether Marcello had thought of him at any point during the last century, well, It did not matter to him. Nothing about the other Elder had mattered, Angel had resolved himself to never seeing the Rossellini again. But fate apparently has other plans for them. It was no accident that they would run into one another being here at the neck and call of Augustus. It was just a fact. There had been times, a few times, where his mind had wandered to thoughts of the other vampire. Memories of better times, when they tortured and maimed together. Something that always lead them to more….interesting activities. The sight of rendered flesh or the way a mortal particularly screamed could elicit a memory so vivid. Angel wanted Marcello too. He couldn’t deny that fact at least. When he saw him stride across the room to the bar, when he smirked, that dark, predatory glint in his eye. It all reminded him of exactly why he kept coming back. Whenever he saw Marcello somehow the other vampire got under his skin and strode back into his unlife like nothing ever happened. Was he willing to look past what had happened in the past? More than likely, he had done it before and he would probably do it again. But Angel wasn’t stupid, he knew very well he hadn’t changed at all. No matter how many times he tries to convince him he had. Nothing ever changed with Marcello because he just couldn’t find the time to bother. He knew, very well, what it would be like if he entertained the idea of getting back together with him. Still… Tilting his head slightly he quirked an eyebrow, an almost predatory gleam in those pale eyes as he watched Marcello suck the spilled Tequila off his fingers. A burning in his belly flared to life, stopping himself from reaching over and taking the other’s hand to offer a little assistance. Crossing his arms over his partially exposed chest he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I guess that is that then. If there’s nothing else…..” A smirk curled the corner of his mouth. No, there was always more. This little song and dance could go on all night, but if Angel played his cards right the night would end up in bed, covered in whatever remained on some poor mortal that had been their chosen victim.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 12:58 pm
Edon had to divert his attention away from the sight of his Nephew several times, he always managed to glance up in his direction however, still puzzling over this possible new development. He could hardly focus on the lavish compliments and subtle pandering that was being directed his way, the distraction was effective and he loathed to be unfocused when it came to handling social situations. He glanced at Gigi and smiled warmly, relieved for the pleasant sidetrack as he drank in the sight of the beautiful woman on his arm. He prayed the evening would not drag on, as anxious as he was to see their Disciple he was equally as anxious to find a cozy little spot by the fire to whisper devious little desires into his lovers ear. He had no shortage of creative ideas he could share with her. The sight of Romeo making his way over with what he could only assume was a childe of the Puttanesca caused his jaw to set firmly, his expression guarded as he followed their approach. He had a soft spot for his Nephew, that much was true, as he did for close members of his family in general. Though that soft spot was only so soft when there was a possible threat to their standing among the other houses. He could tell Romeo was nervous which meant he likely felt a sense of displeasure or seriousness emenating from him, it was likely prompting this interaction to begin with. As he introduced his companion, and she in turn followed with her own, he felt Gigi's grip on his arm tighten and noted the curtness of her response, ignoring Eloisa entirely. Interesting. His intense grey eyes shifted from his Nephew to Eloisa, his demeanor unreadable as he regarded her, taking her in with a scrutiny reserved for one analyzing a possibly risky business deal. She had manners, he would give her that, perhaps a bit unpolished in their delivery. But he was still unmoved, this female was obviously important to his Nephew and that presented an issue he was not in the mood to navigate at the moment. His response was motivated by his care for his Nephew, he had no intention of embarrassing him publicly, especially not tonight. This wasn't the time or place to investigate this matter further so he would allow it to transpire unremarked upon for now. "Buonasera, Signora." The tone lacked any sort of condescending bite. He was remaining civil and polite, adhering to the standard of social grace and charm his house was known for. He finally turned his attention back to Romeo, his gaze softening faintly. The tone was matter of fact but not unkind as he addressed the other Machiavelli, his demeanor calm and level while relaying his intentions for the younger vampire this evening. "Be sure you socialize. Make it understood that the Machiavelli house is not weakened by our time away. And mind your behavior. Eyes will be upon every house tonight and any unsavory incidents will carry a weight I would rather avoid if possible." He made a mental note to ask Gigi later why she had stiffened and shut out the girl so firmly. It seemed the Puttanesca weren't only on his radar.  Alice wanted to be anywhere else. She had specifically dragged her feet getting ready because the thought of putting on a dress made her want to violently strangle someone. She felt so unlike herself in the simple black dress that hugged her curves in an exceptionally flattering way, its single strap that fastened securely over one shoulder, leaving the other bare. She had a black chiffon shawl around her arms and clutched at her small purse like she wanted to throw it through the window. Why the ******** did she have to be here? No one would notice if she hadn't shown up. Their father sure as s**t wouldn't have cared. He already was disappointed that she didn't have a d**k so her continued invisibility would only make him happy. Well, ******** him. And ******** everyone here for pretending like everything was so goddamn rose colored. Bunch of hypocrites. Alice wandered slowly up the path towards the house, getting the heel of one shoe stuck in the earth mid-step to which she rolled her eyes and yanked it out again. Who the hell dressed like this all the time? Once inside she roughly grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and found a wall to lean against that was relatively out of the way, the look on her face basically saying 'Don't ******** talk to me.' which was every bit her intention. Gabriele had arrived late because he had just returned from his extended absence on a job for the Puttanesca. He'd left his small amount of luggage at the mansion, considering he traveled light for many reasons, and got ready as fast as he could. In all honesty he hadn't been certain that he was going to make it at all. But here he was. In the thick of the Giovanni engagement, trying to gain his bearings and catch his breath. His stunning blue eyes roved over every face trying to find one that he had yet to see and found he specifically wanted to, so he began searching for others. He spotted his Grandmother, Gigi, easily enough looking polished and stunning as ever in her signature red. He hadn't seen her in ages but she hadnt changed. Forever frozen in time. The Ancilla made his way over, snagging a drink from a passing tray before his low, pleasant voice rumbled up from his chest. His tone was generally on the quiet and calm side though usually aimiable in nature, unless he was among strangers and then he tended to stay more reserved. It took a lot to rile him up or make him lose his temper however so he was often cast as the peacemaker. "You know it's really unfair for the Della Passaglia to just steal the spotlight at every social function, Signora Della Passaglia. Good evening to you as well, Signore Machiavelli." He reached for her hand and gently lifted it, placing a respectful kiss against the back. "How are you Grandmother?" He rarely saw his family, being traded to the Puttanesca to maintain loyalty ties had an interesting effect on him. He felt strongly pulled between both worlds, his loyalty firmly rooted between the two. The duality was never easy. Especially when his family disliked the Puttanesca. Which reminded him, he would need to check in with the Head of the Puttanesca to debrief, but for the moment it was nice to just see a familiar face.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 2:50 pm
It didn’t take them long to manifest through the growing crowd. We’re there this many people here when they had gone into the separate room? Regulus could have sworn there had been less than before. At first he had merely thought it would be a small affair but with the amount of other vampires here well…it was going to start getting pretty crowded really soon. Everyone was off in their own little groups. A few flitted between the groups; stopping to talk momentarily before moving on to the next. He felt quite out otnplwceX now t knowing any of these faces. “Obviously there are a lot of thirsty people in this mansion.” Not so much thirsty for liquor he figured. If the sexual tension between the two males they had passed by on their way here was anything to compare. He wasn’t sure if they were going to tuck or rip each other’s faces off. Regulus would definitely have to steer clear of them, they just seemed like more trouble than he wanted. A low chuckle as the corner of his mouth curled upwards. “Whiskey then.” He enjoyed vodka the most but he could drink other things too. Although he wasn’t much of a fan of the fruitier drinks. —- Romeo could tell by the way his Uncle’s jaw set that they would most certainly be having a conversation about this later when Edon had the time. And he was sure his Uncle wasn’t too keen about his spending time, publicly, with a Puttanesca girl. They were often looked at very negatively and while some of the bunch could be bad apples Eloisa didn’t, to him; fall into that labell. He knew her salon was a front for something but other than that she was pleasant to be around and very beautiful. At least his Uncle was being civil. That was all he could ask for. Being embarrassed in the middle of this dinner like that would not only hurt his reputation but that of the Machiavelli house as well. Neither of the males wanted that but he could tell it took a great effort for Edon. “Of course Uncle, I would never besmirch our good name with unsavory actions. Perish the thought.” His gaze flicking to Gigi as she gave her curt reply. How his Uncle was so worried about unsavory actions inwardly amused him when Edon had Gigi Della Passaglia on his arm not weeks after Claudio had suddenly taken his final death on accident. People were obviously talking about it, it’s what they did. It would be bigger news than anything he did, he wasn’t as high profile as his uncle or the other Elder were. But Romeo knew better than to say anything about it. His back straightened as he listend to Edon closely as he gave him tasks for the evening. Making mental notes so that he would not forget. “As you wish.” He nodded his head to his Uncle and Signora Della Passaglia in turn. “If you would excuse us we should go mingle.” He had been giving a task to do and he would accomplish that at least, perhaps if he did really good it might ease up on the disappointment he was sure to receive later. He began to lead Eloisa away, letting out a soft breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “We’ll, that went better than I expected.” —- Gigi had been enjoying herself up until now when Romeo had approached with his little Puttanesca friend. She could feel a switch flip in Edon and he became very guarded and stiff. As much as he tried to hide it she could sense his displeasure over what was obviously transpiring, she didn’t blame him as all. The Puttanesca left a lot to be desired. But soon her attention was pulled from the little scene playing out to her grandson who finally had arrived Gigi had been sure that Gabriele wouldn’t have made it tonight, so he had surprised her. But even so she was glad at least that more of her family had begun to show up. She gave him a smile that held little warmth behind it as he took her hand and kissed it. Such a shame that he was traded off to the Puttanesca l. At least this grandchild didn’t give her much trouble. But he was still young in comparison to her. There was plenty of time for disappointments. “Unfair? Oh mi caro bambino estivo what do you know about unfair? It is by right that our family be the center of every spotlight. Unfair.” She laughed, patting his cheek with an almost fondness. “I hope your trip was….productive.” Just because she rarely saw him didn’t mean Gigi did not keep tabs on Gabriele, he was her family after all and all of her family were her business. She took a sip of her wine, the grip she had had on Edon’s arm had relaxed now that his nephew had lead the girl away. Gigi was really tired of the Puttanesca being a thorn in her side. “Edon you remember Gabriele? He was a lot smaller that last time you were in town I believe. Gigi kept tabs on everyone.
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