"IIario Lombardi barely survived a brutal Assassin attack, leaving most of him disfigured. His mind bears the worst scar."

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Saluti, amico. I am the Pariah. The Outcast. The Phantom of Firenze.

I am but a spectre walking amongst the living. I carry on in this life for one purpose; to find the assassino that ruined my livelihood! This is the entire reason I became a Templar to begin with, otherwise, I take a neutral position whenever possible.

Trust no one, and ye shall never be hurt.
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The Pariah have been in solitude for what seems like centuries. He has developed a quite vivid imagination as a result. He enjoys painting and sketching his thoughts and living in his dreams.
The Pariah is, at times, a bit coy due to years of reclusiveness, but has developed a sizable sense of humour and a rapier wit, which is revealed whenever he chooses to interact with others!

The Pariah is, first and foremost, a gentiluomo to every signorina he meets. How he acts among uomini is a completely different scenario, as ye shall discover!

The Pariah prides himself on looking magnifico AT ALL TIMES! Whether ye sees him strolling down the street or jumping off a roof, it is normal for one to involuntarily exclaim "DIO MIO! THAT PARIAH IS FAVOLOSO!" Indeed, ye cannot deny this truth! Additionally, he takes immaculate care of his appearance and his hygiene habits are impeccable as much as living in Renaissance Italy will allow.

 

cjwho:

Villa Vizcaya

The world is owned by the sea, and it is by her graces that she doth not claim all the land to her depths. So we must fear her, revere her, and build our meager little lives around her vast shores. No man can build a castle on the water without the waves claiming it in time. Though we do try…stupidly. Dio, do we try.

Desperate Call (a tale that you don’t want to remember) - PariahxDuccio fanmix

rizafujizare:

ajshgwvcjef this cover sucks

okay, i present you my first fanmix. I’m quite satisfied with it ouo

I don’t know if i will do other fanmixes in the future, but… I will for sure asks for an help, my cover is terrible as fuck

the tracks

A Hat - Russian Red
La differenza tra Me e Te - Tiziano Ferro
Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy
Dolce Droga - Ludovico Einaudi
The Drinks we Drank last Night - Azure Ray
Desperate Call - Damned Nation
Last Secret of the Sea - Cousteau
Lontando da Casa - Ludovico Einaudi
I Could be There for You - Eisley
Need you Now - Lady Antebellum

you can download it here

Some familiar hymns, but others surely from exotic lands - as if from another time, and with instruments man hath never seen. Lady Mistral, how did ye compose such a repertoire from simple observation? It’s as if ye knew us in some other life…

algrenion:

ahahahahaha this was the only thing i had time to draw while i was away and its so stupid

Upon hearing of Maestro’s interacting with Miguel, I became a bit jealous concerned.However, I soon came ‘round to finding delight in the old fox torturing that strangler in foul ways. Seeing how we are quite aware how animals mark their territory…

algrenion:

ahahahahaha this was the only thing i had time to draw while i was away and its so stupid

Upon hearing of Maestro’s interacting with Miguel, I became a bit jealous concerned.

However, I soon came ‘round to finding delight in the old fox torturing that strangler in foul ways.
 
Seeing how we are quite aware how animals mark their territory…

Addio, Svizzera


/It had been another week and still not another word from Duccio. Ilario kept the letter near him often, reading it over and over in an attempt to keep his spirits high, but there was no use, and his time was running out. He had been in Switzerland far too long, and no word of Cesare’s rescue was posted to the agent either.

He had to return to Italia…wed or not. 

He would leave everything there…the ship was pulled into harbour and stripped of it’s dying flowers and wind-beaten ornamentation. It had looked so pristine on the 17th, the day both were to board her for their rites. The chebec was to be repainted and covered until his return. The chateau’s main hails were chained up and minimal staff were left to upkeep the grounds during his departure. 
In a small, wooden lock box lay the freshly drafted deed, sealed with a Swiss lord’s wax emblem, that the chateau now belonged to Il Casato Lombardi, meaning Ilario would have to meet with the mercantile don in Milano, and then obtain a second draft to show to his Templar superiors, in hopes it would be proof enough that his trip up north was not a mere sabbatical.

Only a few moments more, as the sun rises over the lake, he scans the letter once more, though his expression stoic rather than crestfallen. He had read it so many times that the words were but a numb string upon his soul, rather than the blunt force hitting his chest when he had first realized Duccio would not make it. He presses it once more to his chest and breathes in slowly, savouring the crisp air one more time before settling into the enclosed carriage/

Addio, Svizzera.
I leave buy half my heart here.
When I return, he will bring the other piece to mend. 

Still upon the shore

Amore mio,

I understand you might grow restless, caro. To be reunited once more and then to be parted for another month has been difficult. While I thought Firenze would hold me no longer than a week, the troubles in the city have impeded my return. 

Clarice is nowhere to be found within the city, and I cannot get an audience with our ruler for love nor money. My allies within the city are not as they once were and my men hold little trust for me these days. Information is difficult to get hold of and suspicions are raised. Cesare’s absence from Roma has been noticed and precautions are stifling here. The people are afraid to talk. They fear the assassin presence once welcomed here has soured. They are not as forgiving as I had hoped. I hae heard rumors she may be found in Volterra, but finding the means to get there has been difficult.

I was also summoned by the casato with a heavier workload, trading relations with Roma straining as the Duke remains missing. They have been seeking clients from further afield, and I have been sent with the crews to establish new relations we might build on. They also question your absence, prominent as you are within the ranks, caro. As technically being my employer, they are curious as to why I have returned and am seemingly absent master. We must return swiftly, amore. Suspicions are rising. 

Don’t think my absence physically has lead to my absence emotionally. If I could, I would be by your side in a heartbeat. Don’t think my lack of letters has been an indication of waning interest. Security measures in Firenze are far more constricting than I had imagined, and finding a pigeon that might not be intercepted is nigh on impossible. I will return soon, I promise. Don’t think I am not aware of the impending date. Don’t think I have forgotten this month a year past. I will be with you, amore, I promise. I am ready for the voyage already. As soon as I know word has been gotten to Clarice, I will depart once more for the chateau. Be strong, amore. And stay safe. Switzerland is still close to the turbulence of Italia. I worry how long our anonymity will prevail.

~Duccio

/There had been news of storms in the south, so any post that made it to the Alps would no doubt be slowed. A weary, drenched pigeon landed on the sill of a lower window in the chateau and was relieved of his burden. Ilario unrolled the drenched parchment and began so scan over it slowly. Some ink had been smudged and Duccio’s writing was mostly scribble anyway. When he finished reading, he folds it gently and presses it over his heart as he stares out at the sun setting over the lake and the docked ship. The aster on the bow still fresh from being hung on the bow early morning/

….If you do not make it today, bello, I know the sun will rise tomorrow.

/He starts to run his teeth over his gloved knuckle in an attempt to distract himself from getting emotional/

I know this day is important… and you were the one who desired to make this act official. What is it if I wait one more year and a day, so long as you are mine in spirit?…

losgargantilla:

italianeagle:

losgargantilla:

….that awkward moment when you ship something so hard but canon won’t allow it

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You know…after all Ezio has been through…he might just become a rapist. HOW CONVENIENT ~~~

losgargantilla:

/Ilario you are so getting fired.

/If that is you’re lame attempt to flirt with me, than it was not very effective.

I promise when you see what I did to Ezio, I will bed getting a promotion =u=

(Fonte: duccio-de-luca)

eeriewhisper:

The Borgias 2x05 (gif 7)

Oh, ho…wait until Maestro hears about this~ Nice going, Miguel.

rizafujizare:

Tu ripeti costantemente che hai la chiave del mio cuore. Di fronte a questi pezzi arruginiti mi viene da ridere, adesso. Come si fa a dire una cosa simile?
“Non credere alle sue parole.” Mi bisbiglia una cortigiana nell’orecchio. “Quel pazzo direbbe qualsiasi cosa pur di tenerti incatenato a sè.”“Si dia il caso che quel “pazzo” come lo definisci tu, ha trovato molte più chiavi, più di quante tu sostieni di possedere.”
La cortigiana diventa rossa in viso. “Quel-quella è solo una scusa per…”“Per tenerti incatenati gli uomini soli, ricchi e disperati che non vedono mai l’ombra di una vagina.”A questo punto la cortigiana, offesa, se ne va, lasciandomi solo a chiedermi se mai Ilario abbia mai detto con convinzione di questo puerile fatto.
Non so dove ho lasciato la mia chiave. Forse l’ho buttata in mare, sperando che qualche sirena l’avrebbe raccolta e custodita per sè. Oppure me l’avrebbe riportata con tanta di quella grazia che sarei morto. Non dico che una cosa simile non esista, in fondo chi sono io per dire il contrario? Le sirene sono per me un punto debole: evidentemente per Ilario il suo punto debole sono i legami.
“Duccio?” Mi chiama una voce che conosco e che mi fa tremare le gambe, appena la sento. E’ Ilario, vestito di tutto punto.“Sei arrivato.”“Allora hai deciso?”“Non trovi che sia poco elegante per te, indossare una collana come chiave?” Domando, alzando un sopracciglio. Lui si scosta la maglia di lino. “La terrò qui, vicino al petto.”Rido, leggermente sorpreso. Non sapevo avrebbe detto così.“Allora va bene.”
Su due chiavi praticamente identiche, facciamo forgiare dal fabbro delle parole lungo il cannello. 
“A Duccio che detiene la chiave del mio cuore.”“A Pariah che detiene la chiave del mio cuore.”
A lavoro finito le osservo. E’… Mi fa sentire un pò ridicolo. Una romanticheria che, nemmeno nell’era moderna dovrebbero mai fare, se qualcuno decidesse mai di farlo. Ma pur di vedere quei suoi occhi favolosi brillare ad ogni novità che ci possa far appartenere non solo fisicamente, ma anche materialmente, farei qualsiasi cosa.
Anche portare una chiave poggiata al petto nudo ancora incandescente.

rizafujizare:

Tu ripeti costantemente che hai la chiave del mio cuore. Di fronte a questi pezzi arruginiti mi viene da ridere, adesso. Come si fa a dire una cosa simile?

“Non credere alle sue parole.” Mi bisbiglia una cortigiana nell’orecchio. “Quel pazzo direbbe qualsiasi cosa pur di tenerti incatenato a sè.”
“Si dia il caso che quel “pazzo” come lo definisci tu, ha trovato molte più chiavi, più di quante tu sostieni di possedere.”

La cortigiana diventa rossa in viso. “Quel-quella è solo una scusa per…”
“Per tenerti incatenati gli uomini soli, ricchi e disperati che non vedono mai l’ombra di una vagina.”
A questo punto la cortigiana, offesa, se ne va, lasciandomi solo a chiedermi se mai Ilario abbia mai detto con convinzione di questo puerile fatto.

Non so dove ho lasciato la mia chiave. Forse l’ho buttata in mare, sperando che qualche sirena l’avrebbe raccolta e custodita per sè. Oppure me l’avrebbe riportata con tanta di quella grazia che sarei morto. Non dico che una cosa simile non esista, in fondo chi sono io per dire il contrario? Le sirene sono per me un punto debole: evidentemente per Ilario il suo punto debole sono i legami.

“Duccio?” Mi chiama una voce che conosco e che mi fa tremare le gambe, appena la sento. E’ Ilario, vestito di tutto punto.
“Sei arrivato.”
“Allora hai deciso?”
“Non trovi che sia poco elegante per te, indossare una collana come chiave?” Domando, alzando un sopracciglio. Lui si scosta la maglia di lino.
“La terrò qui, vicino al petto.”
Rido, leggermente sorpreso. Non sapevo avrebbe detto così.
“Allora va bene.”

Su due chiavi praticamente identiche, facciamo forgiare dal fabbro delle parole lungo il cannello.

“A Duccio che detiene la chiave del mio cuore.”
“A Pariah che detiene la chiave del mio cuore.”

A lavoro finito le osservo. E’… Mi fa sentire un pò ridicolo. Una romanticheria che, nemmeno nell’era moderna dovrebbero mai fare, se qualcuno decidesse mai di farlo.
Ma pur di vedere quei suoi occhi favolosi brillare ad ogni novità che ci possa far appartenere non solo fisicamente, ma anche materialmente, farei qualsiasi cosa.

Anche portare una chiave poggiata al petto nudo ancora incandescente.

(Fonte: elephant-love-melody)