Recent content by Renzo D'Agosta

"Children by the dozen fell for it." He declared sadly, before the expression cleared up again in a shine. It became quickly clear that Renzo had little time for any negative emotions. They flew off of him like water. "Sure, but you could be traveling for yourself, rather than your mother...

Renzo, on the other hand, did exactly as was expected. The moment she rolled? The hot water was requested. Bath tub was filled. Clothes discarded and he almost LEAPED into the water. It was exactly as amazing as expected. No, it was better. Much better. The only way it could be better was with...

"A job- that's what you need." He said matter-of-factly with the tone of someone who had never worked before in his life. It was so self-assured, so certain. And so easily assumed it couldn't be any other way. It was true, of course. Jobs were something that happened to other people. Not to...

A laugh there. "Ol' Elsatra? You're her kid?" Another laugh, almost a giggle there. "Oh, yeah, I have seen that tyrant around. Absolutely dreadful, when you are a young innocent child with the coughing fits." Smiling warmly there, thinking back to those memories. "She never did let me have...

A lazy stretch there and then another smile. This one was full of smiles. "An off-the-record escapade, of course! Look at me- could I claim anything different?" Pompous? Oh, yes, but also with a brand of self-awareness that most nobles lacked. Which was a treat. "My dearest father was going...

A few minutes later they'd overhear the beating of hooves on the ground. It carried far. The beating turned louder and louder, until finally it ceased some distance away. Their guard called out and a voice called back. Bright, young, full of energy. It said: "Oi, can a man find a place at...

That elicited a laugh from him. "It DOES look like he's about to cry in those moments!" Exclaimed there in agreement, but smirking back there. "But some women are into that kind of thing ... apparently? A tender and sensitive soul." That was something he never really understood, but maybe his...

A sad laugh there. "Ahhh... a D'Agosta? La Fontana?" Sighing deeply there as they walked. Clearly readying himself for quite the tale indeed. "I wish. Really wish that was me. But no. That was my younger brother." Glancing at her. See if she believed the tale he was spinning. "It be his eyes...

An oh. Which would indicate something to Cecilia. That, yes. He had been about to answer with that first assumption. Oh, just here and there you know. This village, that. You know how it is. Instead he blinked and glanced on over to her. Oh, yes. He did hear the jingling of the things lined in...

"I ... suppose, yes?" Not that that made him move. Instead he turned around, peering into the forest again. Almost as if willing for the horse to walk out there. This didn't happen, of course. "Damn, I liked that horse. And the saddle was perfectly shaped for my ass." A sigh there. It would...

"Sure we did." He said lightly as he looked around the clearing. His eyes resting on the dead. The tone stood in stark contrast to his eyes. Heavy, there. Like a burden had settled behind them. "Me? Could have just kept on riding my horse, ignoring your calls." A stretch there. "You? Could...

His eyes going to the coat. It didn't seem like she was giving it back right away. This made his hands itch a little. It was good fabric, a nice cut ... and utterly ruined, honestly, but right now Renzo didn't have a lot of room to complain. Not like a few days ago that he could just whine to...

"Oh, that's a relief. I am kinda used to having two arms you know." Very light tone, but now she was holding his arm. She could feel the slight tremble there. He was holding it in, but Renzo had just killed two men. Well. Killed one outright, the other one slowly dying beside them. Even made it...

"Oh, yeah, you better run!" Exclaiming to the back of the fleeing man. Not as much force in it now. The adrenaline was already slowing. He could feel his hands shudder. It was taking all his focus to keep hold of the blade, instead of dropping it. Shoulders shivering too. Then realizing that...

His eyes crossed the flurry of blood and screams of pain. Something in him shrunk. It was that sudden resistance that was the worst of it. Always had been. Suddenly you weren't swinging a toy sword playing for soldier. You were cutting through meat and bone and gushing veins. There was nothing...