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Of those having to do with blood, menaces are more dangerous than executions; indeed, menaces are very dangerous, and in executions there is no danger. For whoever is dead cannot think of vengeance; those who remain alive most often leave the thought of it to you (Discourses on Livy III 6).

Roleplay account for Niccolò Machiavelli, including his reincarnation in Assassin's Creed. I may use some historical references from time to time but not too often. This blog leans closer to the known true character of Machiavelli.
Studying Art History, European History and warfare. Augustus. Bloodhound. Main account.
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thelittlestblonde asked: *wraps her arms around his shoulders, resting her head next to his as he worked* Nicco…

thelittlestblonde:

*smiles and leans into him more, turning her head to look at him; she smiled softly, breathing quietly as to not disturb the peacefulness* But Niccolò, I came here looking for you. I would not leave when I have just arrived. *closes her eyes, just content with being able to wrap her arms around him and breathe in the spicy sent that was him* I missed you…you are always so busy with work… *she gently leaned forwards enough to kiss his cheek, letting her lips linger against his skin*

-his eyes suggest an absence of mind, but the slowing rate of shallow breathing tells otherwise. Stagnant air void of warmth presses deafening silence against his ears and the dimming firelight ebbs away in the slow growing expanse of enveloping black, her solid form blanketing and offering the heat the cooling night strips from his body.- [hushed as if not to wake anyone] And curiosity of my well-being once again took over you.-fingers reach to frame around the fading image of her face and he’s enslaved to the familiar jolt of his affections; he lets go of the breath he never knew he was holding- [close and beside her ear] Go sleep, Gabrielle. I will meet with you shortly. 

(Fonte: condottiere)

2 mesi fa ▫ 3 note ▫ (thelittlestblonde ▫ condottiere)
thelittlestblonde ASKED:
*wraps her arms around his shoulders, resting her head next to his as he worked* Nicco...

-sits quietly, drifted state of mind flickering past dazed eyes, the shutter of waving shadows skewed on bare walls; the cackle of a nearby fire and the low hum of breathing fills the air- [low and almost careful in nature; familiar with her presence] Gabrielle. -turns his head to her direction, eyes downcast and lashes draping curtains down his cheeks, attention tracing over mottled features as the warmth creeps through his clothes to hardened skin of broad shoulders- It is late. You should find comfort elsewhere.

2 mesi fa ▫ 3 note

I was reading Machiavelli’s Discourses on Livy when I finally stumbled upon “How a State Is Ruined Because of Women” (III 26). Though I disapprove of how he views/words a few things, my overall love/appreciation/respect for Machiavelli-

3 mesi fa ▫ 2 note

italian-etiquette:

Hehe, hii~ *giggles and nods her head* Mio amico brought me some really good wine. She left after a few glasses, but…..I think I finished the bottle! *giggles more and nuzzles his arm* I don’t wanna go hooome…..I wanted to vishit you!

Good God, you’ve taken the whole entire bottle? I’ve always taken you the woman to hold her alcohol but I’ve been wrong more times than I care to count. -steadies her with large hands worn as if bound to a restless blacksmith yet with fingers nimble and still from careful practice- And if your girls happened to come by here, what then? You’re setting up for quite the spread of rumor. -a light smile infects to dull eyes a quick spark of coming amusement- You’re too careless.

(Fonte: condottiere)

3 mesi fa ▫ 3 note ▫ (thelittlestblonde ▫ condottiere)
thelittlestblonde ASKED:
*giggles and walks up to him, her cheeks a dusty pink. There was a smell of strong wine around her, mixing with her natural, herby scent* Niiiccooo~ *giggles again and stumbles slightly, wrapping her arms around his and looking up at him*

[low grunt locked in his chest from the surprise] -looks down, the hold on his arm tight and hot as the simmer of her drunken state; eyes reflect the looking glass of temporary bliss the drowsiness with a sea shanty- Gabrielle? What… have you been drinking? You should be home. Has curiosity again taken over you?

3 mesi fa ▫ 3 note
Anonimo ASKED:
can i just say how much i want to make love to your words?? i want you to write a book so i can swim in the pages.

If this is who I think it is, I am still writing the biography covered in fangirl and innuendos. 

3 mesi fa ▫ 0 note

italian-etiquette:

Nicco, when I open my eyes to the morning sun, I see nothing but you. Even when I try to go about my day, I feel your arms encircle me and hold me in an invisible embrace. Fire erupts in my body when the feeling of your touch invades my thoughts.  I pray to the gods that you visit me, and once again hold me close to you. 

Nonetheless I’ve found it impossible to resist the sharp blow you’ve inflicted upon me. And I confess, with no disappointment nor shame, that the young Archer with his piercing arrows has turned me weak for the want of Love; he consumes me with no mercy and I cannot pretend that I am no slave to his ultimate control. Consider what may, I both acknowledge his scattered, powerful wounds and mourn them, for I am his fallen target proud of surrender. Many times have you shown me that your pleasure injures my human state with such a force no diamond could ever withstand. I share your desires and your burning thoughts that curse you awake at night. Keep safe, be well, and hold the weight of my heart dear. 

—Niccolò Machiavelli

(Fonte: thelittlestblonde)

4 mesi fa ▫ 2 note ▫ (thelittlestblonde ▫ thelittlestblonde)

madame-of-roma:

>smiles easily and nods.<

I do appreciate your concern, Niccolo, there are not nearly enough gentlemen in this time. 

>lets her arms linger over his shoulders as she draws back and shifts her weight to her opposing hip.<

I will be fine. Such is life to worry for loved ones.

Gentlemen? -small smirk- I suppose it all depends on one’s definition of a ‘gentleman’. -stands quiet, unmoving in the deafening quiet of a dully lit room like the entrance of a fading shrine; the cool air steals the remaining warmth of her hold from his fingers and breast- If only you could be spared of love’s affliction; it’s a growing pain that somehow holds the greatest peace of mind. Strange how that comes to be. But you are in the care of many whether you want it or not and so I happily take part in that.

4 mesi fa ▫ 2 note ▫ (madame-of-roma ▫ madame-of-roma)
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auditore-eagle:

I will not allow Bartolomeo to talk me into a drinking night with him and his men for a long… long time.

My fucking head. They’re animals.

And if you return despite the long, long wait, you still haven’t learned a thing. -smiles with a glint in his eyes- However, this can easily be remedied. I suggest you lie down, drink some water. Time is your only cure now, my friend.

4 mesi fa ▫ 7 note ▫ (auditore-eagle ▫ auditore-eagle)
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