"We live in a pessimistic world. It's our faith in hopelessness that makes us want to be so hopeful."
-Anonymous
*WARNING : Contains a very angry woman and a passionate kiss*
Francesca River de Luca
He stood in his truth, unapologetically.
Be it his solitary life or his impenetrable and unkind silence, he's unapologetic.
As he said the trick is to wear it like an armor.
And he does.
He sits on the throne of pale despair and rules over a kingdom of blood and fire.
He wears the dark moonless night in hauntingly beautiful mannerisms yet he has tones of daybreak.
Living in the grey.
"Mi scusi, Signora."
The soft sound breaks the thoughtful silence of the room.
"Yes." I reply while sitting up.
"Capo has given out instructions to help you get ready for an event. Can I come in?" She speaks with bowed head.
"No, it's fine, I'll manage. Thank you though." I smile as I finish.
"Oh OK. What should I tell the capo?" her eyes widen at my refusal.
"I'll deal with him. Go on." I state and walk towards the ensuite.
Splashing water on my face, I let the days worry drip down with it.
A viridescent dress adores my curves and a soft touch of make up puts a glow on my face that probably doesn't belong there.
Putting my phone, lip gloss and cards in my clutch I walk out to meet the person of the hour.
My hair swung in tandem with each step I took. The thoughts mercilessly knifed through my head and heart, making me dazed and drugged.
Leone stood by the window, displaying absolute wilderness in his demeanor.
I have never seen him physically wild. There's always moments where his eyes flash, his fingers twitch, his jaw clenched but they're always just fleeting moments that are mostly unnoticed.
But this evening, he had all of his unsettled deals displayed under the bouquet of moonbeam.
Crazy hair, his fingers continuously taping the scotch glass in his hands, his foot restless and bouncy.
I take cautious steps towards not wanting to alarm him.
"Hey."
My soft hey and a touch to his shoulder startles him enough to get defensive and twist my arm behind me.
"Owwww." I cry out in pain and fear.
"Merda. Francesca." he let's go as if I burned him.
"I am so sorry, I thought it was someone else. Are you fine?"
"Goddess Leone. Calm down, you're home, the security knows their job." I tell him while cradling my reddening wrist.
"Yeah. Just a little fidgety today. Are you alright or should I call a doctor?" he asks, cupping my shoulders.
"Oh. No. It's OK, I am good." I smile at him which he returns with one of his own, which doesn't reach his eyes.
His eyes hard and calculative.
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