rakashael

The thing with Vieri is... none of what happened was really all his fault. To be honest, I didn't hate him. I didn't. He was just as tormented as me, but during that time in my life I was too selfish to see it. I sometimes wish I had. Maybe we would have all been friends. Just maybe. ~~~ Friday May 21st, 1470 Ever so gently the sun shines on the soft facial features of the little angel. Her sleep is readily disturbed by her good friend as she opens the curtains. Reluctantly the younger one grumbles and growls until the covers are sternly tugged away from her now curling, cold body. Cheerfully Miss Agnella smiles, "Come on, you've slept l

For a few days Christina will be free from that strange man she'd met. Vieri's threatening words don't slow her pace, in fact, they seem to have no effect whatsoever. Through out the week Fiameta meticulously attempts to train Christina in the ways of being a lady. Her lessons will go in one ear and out the other. No matter how Christina tries to retain them, she just doesn't understand the importance of her actions. It is especially imperative for the up coming dinner party, even Miss Agnella is a little nervous for it, after all, it is the prestigious Medici family. ~ Thrusday, May 21st, 1470 For hours Giada has primped and plucked at he

~Please Read the Artists Comment, Its Pretty Important~ --- ~ Almost instantly the Calfucci house went from bleak and stuffy, to fast-paced and frantic upon Christina's arrival. Fiameta's strict hold on the daily doings of the house hold seem to have loosened. The impetuos whirlwind that is young Christina seems to have shattered all expectations of what a little lady should be. Her rugged start with the bath was only the beginning of a multitude of other dramatic phobias. Still in two years she has many fears, and none of them are conventional. Things like the mirror, and anything to do with leatherwork seem to chill her to the bone with

~Please Read the Artists Comment, Its Pretty Important~ --- History tries to pin me down as a whore, a harlot, or some useless little thing... I wasn't anything like that. They made up those lies to hide what I really was, they are afraid of my power, and they should be. In the end of it all I may have been stupid, but I was not useless... I think its time I set the record straight. My name is Christina Calfucci and I'm not what you think. ~ Many thoughts will pass through his mind. As he carries the fragile bundle in his arms, he reflects on the possible reactions of his wife, sisters, and daughter. Giannetta and Piera will definitely li

---PLEASE READ THE ARTIST COMMENT FIRST, ITS KIND OF IMPORTANT--- History tries to pin me down as a whore, a harlot, or some useless little thing... I wasn't anything like that. They made up those lies to hide what I really was, they are afraid of my power, and they should be. In the end of it all I may have been stupid, but I was not useless... I think its time I set the record straight. My name is Christina Calfucci and I'm not what you think. ~ In the southern corner of Firenze, just East of Ponte Vecchio, there lay a district of people that lead quite shady lives. One man by the name of Salvestro Galeazzo is a talented boot maker, but