assembling their philosophies

[naytheist]

CHARACTERS: Cesare Borgia
LOCATION: Out and about. It'll vary between scenes, I suspect.
WARNINGS: Murder, sex and fire.
SUMMARY: Cesare's catch-all for his empathy scenes.
NOTES: Please see inside for details.

People who I've chatted to but have yet to pick out super specific memories, I have these two handy dandy videos with some scenes in them. Part 1 is primarily Cesare being evil/a badass, while Part 2 shows that he has at least some form of a soul.

I'm more than happy to whip up starters. Just send me a PM or ping me on plurk!

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[mansuetus]

[ She comes to see Cesare when most of the others are asleep; sneaks through the halls in a gown of deep red silk, hair falling down her shoulders. she thinks of what she has seen, she thinks of everything else she and him might be hiding from one another. there isn't anger in her; there should be, by all rights. juan, she thinks, our brother is dead and she knows what they say of kinslayers. but she knows Cesare better than all and she knows there is a story there, there is a reason.

it is twisted and a terrible sin but Lucrezia isn't angry, she is curious; she wants to know. she knocks on his door. ]

Cesare. May I see you.

[naytheist]

[Cesare is not scared of many things very often. He has a tendency to run on adrenaline, only realising how panicked he was until afterwards. At this moment, though, he is terrified.

When he had initially caught memories of himself in his mind's eye, he should have been fascinated, intrigued to find out quite what his sister remembered most about him and how she had matured on the Tranquility. He wants to know how she has grown into the young woman she is today and catch up for the lost time that pains him. But instead of taking his opportunity, he is far too concerned regarding what she has learned of him. Of them. Of what he has done to her. What at the time had seemed so beautiful suddenly felt as ugly as the sin it undoubtedly was. The combination of guilt and fear makes him nauseous.

Lucrezia making his way to his chambers in the night like this is far too familiar for comfort and when he opens the door, he tries to keep his expression calm, though he is clearly concerned.]

Of course, Sis.

[He opens the door to her and carefully allows her to step inside his room. He doesn't dare attempt to touch her, though he knows that is what he should do to complete their link. He can't stomach the prospect of him reaching out to her and witnessing her flinching away.]

[mansuetus]

[ the thing which ties Lucrezia to Cesare is deep and dark and unyielding. it is in their blood, flowing in their veins and it is what brings her here now to hear of her brother's death with a curiosity that should not be. she loves her brother, gentle and ruthless and swift and elegant.

she wonders how many lives he has claimed. she wonders if he will kill those who will endanger her ambitions.

she wonders if she will ever be able to do the same.

In the end, the Borgia children are fair and beautiful but dangerous. Lucrezia basks in the danger that is Cesare because she knows that this is a fire which will never burn her.

she moves to rest on his pillows, looks up at the ceiling for a moment before turning her head and offering him her hand. ]

I will hear of our brother.

[ she doesn't have to name him; she has no reason to ask of Gioffre, poor child (some has said that of her once, surely. poor child ) ]