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!

Comments

[jilt]

[ he takes her hand and she twines her fingers through his, grip firm. she approves entirely of that, of how he wasted no time there. everything else is still uncertain, but this she can appreciate, a man who cuts to the chase. ]

I think we're well past titles at this point, aren't we, Cesare?

[ because at least the mimic of politeness is useful in this moment, where they pretend they haven't seen each other's most intimate secrets. ]

[naytheist]

[Cesare laughs slightly and nods before leading her inside, towards his desk where his rapidly depleting store of wine lies. His empathy links have greatly increased his number of guests recently and it is rude not to offer some sort of drink to them.]

I suppose we are, Irene. You must tell me what many secrets of mine you have learned.

[There's humour in his tone, but his question nevertheless holds an underlying weight. He would know precisely what she knows as soon as possible. Irene's small-talk is intelligent and sometimes necessary but right now it is only an obstacle between him and the information that he needs.]

May I offer you a drink?