Re: Cesare/Lucrezia, "Jealousy"
anonymous
April 9 2011, 23:40:06 UTC
He skirted in the shadows, watching them tumble and fall into one another. Juan spat on the ground.
Father paid no mind to how the two behaved. Mother found it endearing, seeing nothing more than a caring, loyal brother watching after his blooming younger sister. And oh how her delicate petals were unfolding.
Still, her body was pathetic measured against the whores he took up with. Lucrezia’s breasts were hardly rounded, nearly flat pressed against her chest. And Juan found her insistent chattering on such childish matters trying on his patience. Yet, she was pure, unlike the used up whores, some with sores and all with a stink of desperation.
Juan watched Cesare settle on top of Lucrezia, the two of them heaving in the same breath. This was not becoming behavior for a Bishop. And Lucrezia was now the proper age of marriage and it had long past the time for her to set aside such things as rolling in the grass and for others to stop indulging her ridiculous fancies.
The two of them were always stroking at the other’s face, always moving closer. Before Lucrezia’s birth, the boys had been thick as thieves. And then she came along and Father had placed Lucrezia in Cesare’s small arms and told him that she was Cesare’s to protect. After that Cesare had no more time for using sticks as swords or constructing hats so large they fell over their eyes, pretending they were pope. It was all about doting on Little Sis.
Juan’s breath caught as Cesare moved closer, thinking this was the moment, but his brother merely bumped his nose against Lucrezia’s. The two of them giggled and fell back, to lie side by side.
Juan would bide his time. He would lead his father’s army; he would defend and protect them all. And through his bravery, he would gain his sister’s adoration. Lucrezia would move her thumb against Juan’s chin, just as she did his brother’s. One day, she would be his and Cesare would have nothing but God.
Re: Cesare/Lucrezia, "Jealousy"
anonymous
April 10 2011, 00:26:09 UTC
Whoa, this is so intense! I loved how you can definitely feel all his emotions, - the frustration, the rage, and the need. I enjoyed reading this. I'm not the original OP but thanks for writing this!
Father paid no mind to how the two behaved. Mother found it endearing, seeing nothing more than a caring, loyal brother watching after his blooming younger sister. And oh how her delicate petals were unfolding.
Still, her body was pathetic measured against the whores he took up with. Lucrezia’s breasts were hardly rounded, nearly flat pressed against her chest. And Juan found her insistent chattering on such childish matters trying on his patience. Yet, she was pure, unlike the used up whores, some with sores and all with a stink of desperation.
Juan watched Cesare settle on top of Lucrezia, the two of them heaving in the same breath. This was not becoming behavior for a Bishop. And Lucrezia was now the proper age of marriage and it had long past the time for her to set aside such things as rolling in the grass and for others to stop indulging her ridiculous fancies.
The two of them were always stroking at the other’s face, always moving closer. Before Lucrezia’s birth, the boys had been thick as thieves. And then she came along and Father had placed Lucrezia in Cesare’s small arms and told him that she was Cesare’s to protect. After that Cesare had no more time for using sticks as swords or constructing hats so large they fell over their eyes, pretending they were pope. It was all about doting on Little Sis.
Juan’s breath caught as Cesare moved closer, thinking this was the moment, but his brother merely bumped his nose against Lucrezia’s. The two of them giggled and fell back, to lie side by side.
Juan would bide his time. He would lead his father’s army; he would defend and protect them all. And through his bravery, he would gain his sister’s adoration. Lucrezia would move her thumb against Juan’s chin, just as she did his brother’s. One day, she would be his and Cesare would have nothing but God.
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