[trinity blood] the inheritance saga;
“The Inheritance Saga”
Trinity Blood, Post-animé Alternate Universe
Includes original characters. Trinity Blood belongs to GONZO.
Prompt: music
Notes: Because Luca Sforza was a character I did not expect to create.
No Love for the Messenger.
Each time he found the time to visit the dela Roma estate, it seemed that he almost always found her at the piano, fingers dancing along the keys in an elaborate and impressive show of musical skill.
“Beautiful, as always, Celene.” He offered soft applause, his fingers tapping close the heel of his palm. When she leaned forward, peering over the grand piano to where he stood at the door, their eyes met and she straightened, posture perfect as a princess’ would be.
“Why must you insist on pronouncing my name that way?” She rose and crossed to him then, one hand outstretched to meet her fingers with his own. “There is a difference, you know,” she paused to give emphasis to his name, “Luca.”
Luca Sforza, only son of the late Catherina Sforza, Duchess of Milan, laughed and stepped close once more. “Because it rolls easier off my tongue.” He bent down to brush a brief and chaste kiss across her cheek, a practice that he had come to treasure over the years that she’d watched him grow up. “You look lovely today, as always.” He marveled at her face: young, supple and very deceptively sixteen - which she no longer was.
Most people would find it hard to believe that she was well into her fifties, but then again, those people probably weren’t citizens of Rome, allies of the state itself, or were quite possibly, just flat, plain ignorant; because everyone who had the sense to know, knew the dela Roma name, if only for Gabrielle - Celené’s Terran, human, mortal mother. God rest her immortal soul.
“Thank you,” Celené smiled, stepping back towards the piano to close the cover over the keys. “You’re as rakish as always.” She teased him with the ease of old friends, of once-lovers. When she turned back, a frown touched her lips and she reached up to hover her fingers lightly over the cut that was healing along the underside of his jaw. “What’s this?”
Luca sighed heavily and led her back towards the piano bench, urging her to sit. When she did so, he knelt before her, clutching her fingers in his. “Smile for me still, please?”
The news he bore was not of the good kind.
“Cel,” Luca began, falling back on the old nickname that he alone used for her. “I received word from Istvan.” Beneath his hand he felt the tremor that coursed through her, and could do nothing but deliver the blow.
“Armand is dead.”
Trinity Blood, Post-animé Alternate Universe
Includes original characters. Trinity Blood belongs to GONZO.
Prompt: music
Notes: Because Luca Sforza was a character I did not expect to create.
No Love for the Messenger.
Each time he found the time to visit the dela Roma estate, it seemed that he almost always found her at the piano, fingers dancing along the keys in an elaborate and impressive show of musical skill.
“Beautiful, as always, Celene.” He offered soft applause, his fingers tapping close the heel of his palm. When she leaned forward, peering over the grand piano to where he stood at the door, their eyes met and she straightened, posture perfect as a princess’ would be.
“Why must you insist on pronouncing my name that way?” She rose and crossed to him then, one hand outstretched to meet her fingers with his own. “There is a difference, you know,” she paused to give emphasis to his name, “Luca.”
Luca Sforza, only son of the late Catherina Sforza, Duchess of Milan, laughed and stepped close once more. “Because it rolls easier off my tongue.” He bent down to brush a brief and chaste kiss across her cheek, a practice that he had come to treasure over the years that she’d watched him grow up. “You look lovely today, as always.” He marveled at her face: young, supple and very deceptively sixteen - which she no longer was.
Most people would find it hard to believe that she was well into her fifties, but then again, those people probably weren’t citizens of Rome, allies of the state itself, or were quite possibly, just flat, plain ignorant; because everyone who had the sense to know, knew the dela Roma name, if only for Gabrielle - Celené’s Terran, human, mortal mother. God rest her immortal soul.
“Thank you,” Celené smiled, stepping back towards the piano to close the cover over the keys. “You’re as rakish as always.” She teased him with the ease of old friends, of once-lovers. When she turned back, a frown touched her lips and she reached up to hover her fingers lightly over the cut that was healing along the underside of his jaw. “What’s this?”
Luca sighed heavily and led her back towards the piano bench, urging her to sit. When she did so, he knelt before her, clutching her fingers in his. “Smile for me still, please?”
The news he bore was not of the good kind.
“Cel,” Luca began, falling back on the old nickname that he alone used for her. “I received word from Istvan.” Beneath his hand he felt the tremor that coursed through her, and could do nothing but deliver the blow.
“Armand is dead.”