GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
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District Attorney
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on May 21, 2023 17:34:24 GMT
Last time she’d hadn’t needed to dial her sister’s number with shaking fingers, the sound and fury of Emiliano’s temper had filled the house and as it – as they’d rumbled away, they had just been there. She’d clutched at Roxana, begging her to talk to Emiliano, finally breaking down with a cry that welled up from the shattered pieces of her heart when it became obvious that there was no talking to him.
Giorgia sucked in a breath like it would stop the shudder of suppressed sobs in her chest. She bent forward, one hand propped on the windowsill as though she could hold on to the very last traces of Nemo in her apartment, even if they were coated in bitterness and anger, all of it – rightly – aimed at her. She had asked them to strip the ink from her skin, had wanted rid of the reminder of all she had lost, so she wouldn’t seen it every time she looked in the mirror.
Regret exploded out of her chest on a moan as a quiet click on the other end of the line announced that Roxxi had at least answered, instead of shunting her to voicemail – and was probably waiting for a wash of hatred to pour down the line, that perra desleal back to her old tricks. ”He’s dead,” she announced tightly, before the dam broke and the words rushed out on the crest of a sob. ”I came home and he was in the apartment waiting for me. No las escuché ... él iba a matarme.” If Nemo hadn’t chosen that exact moment to come back, it wouldn’t have been that he was going to kill her.
Nausea hit as hard as the man had, slamming into her, rushing up her throat. Giorgia swallowed it back, the sting of it bringing a fresh wash of tears to her eyes. ”He came and he killed him…” And she had killed them. The claim she would happily have lived with for an eternity was stripped away by the searing bite of the laser that she had begged for. As they had done when the man had grabbed her ankle and hauled her back towards him, she hit the floor, her knees cracking sharply against the bare boards. She curled her fingers into the robe she’d dragged on to chase after Nemo, right over the bare, unmarked skin he’d dragged his fingers over before he’d pushed her away and had slapped at her, with all of his own heartbreak. ”I don’t know how to bring him back…”
The tears had started their torrent then, any grip she’d had on her heartbreak failing her. She dropped the phone as she curled up on the floor beneath the window. Cool night air blew in through it, tugging at the damp strands of her hair that were clinging to her tear soaked cheeks, and the thin silk robe that did nothing to keep the chill out. She’d chased him out onto the fire escape, the bite of the cold metal against her bare feet negligible in comparison to the ice in her heart. Desperately she’d searched the darkness for him, but there had been no sign, like the body that had no longer been on the floor when she had chased out of the bathroom after him, Nemo had vanished.
Almost reluctantly, Giorigia opened her eyes again, staring at the spot where the man had lain. No blood staining the floor, barely a trace of that coppery tang in the air. Despite her shower and the attempts to wash the attack away Giorgia could still smell the stench of her own fear, but now it was born of the terror that her moon would never rise in her sky again. She would have done anything to keep him there, but even as she’d tried to let him know what it had been like to try and live with that gaping, still bleeding wound where her heart had been, he’d left her. While that symbol of their love remained on her skin she’d believed it would never heal. All she had done was slap a band air on that wound, disguising it until her own foolishness could complete the job, and now there wasn’t even crushed remnants of her heart left to pull back together. He was done.
A part of her had been numb as she’d stumbled from the house where the evidence of Pat’s infidelity had practically seared itself onto her eyeballs, but it had rapidly been washed away on a hot wave of anger and shame. It wasn’t coming this time. For God only knew how long, she laid there on the floor, numb enough that she didn’t feel the rising bite of the wind or hear her sister’s arrival until the thundering of a fist on the door broke the spell. Eyes welling again, the first blink sending the tears spilling down her cheeks, Giorgia pushed her way to her feet. The night she had returned to Emiliano’s home she had walked in with her head held high. This time she was crumbling into her sister as soon as she opened the door.
Her body shook as she cried, the walls tumbling down. ”How do I fix this?” Giorgia wailed. Fingers clutching at her sister’s arms, she lifted her head. Beneath the shimmer of tears her pupils were wide, the black eating up those rings of green. ”I can’t lose him again.” No matter what had happened between them, where they stood now, Roxana would understand that, wouldn’t she?
Tagged: NEMO AGNELLI * Word Count: 930 Translate: Disloyal bitch / I didn't listen to them ... he was going to kill me |
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jun 11, 2023 17:23:28 GMT
 ━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
Roxxi sighed and answered the phone, frowning into it with a clipped, “Hello?” But her irritation melted the moment she heard her sister. “Wh-who? What?” She wouldn’t tell her sister about the silent hooray! she let out internally when Roxxi thought Nemo might be the one who was dead. “Who is dead? Who killed whom? Non hai senso, Giorgia.” Roxxi grumbled, her belly swimming with the worry about what Giorgia could’ve meant. Was Emiliano here, or one of his henchmen? They usually weren’t the ones who ended up in the morgue. Oddio, she was going to throw up the longer she thought about it. “I’m coming over.”
She didn’t want to leave her class, but this was more important. Roxxi released them early as she walked back in (she’d stepped out to take the call), and decided she’d lie and say she wasn’t doing anything if Giorgia asked. But fear gripped her so strongly that she absolutely could not think about anything else (especially not the Renaissance) and, in the back of her mind, she worried for her sister. It seemed no matter what evils Giorgia had committed, Roxxi would always have a soft spot for her. It certainly wasn’t there at the beginning of the year, but she supposed Giorgia wouldn’t have been able to work her down so soon if it wasn’t always under the surface.
Roxxi peeled towards Mystic Falls at an alarming speed (the Mustang wasn’t particularly happy in the snow), and fishtailed around the bend that brought her into town. She regained control and slowed as she drove across town, parking outside Giorgia’s building before she raced inside.
Twisting the doorknob and finding it locked, Roxxi grumbled and banged her fist on the door in rapid succession, ready to knock again before Giorgia finally opened it. She looked like an absolute mess, hysterical as she practically threw herself into Roxxi’s arms. Roxxi paused, motionless for a moment before she sighed and relented, embracing her sister finally. “Venire, venire,” She mumbled like their mom used to, guiding Giorgia back into the apartment. Roxxi closed the door with her foot and hugged her sister finally, giving her a gentle squeeze.
“Fix what, Giorgia? You haven’t told me what’s going on. Can’t lose… Nemo? Did he kill someone?” Roxxi’s eyes flicked around the apartment, sensing something… weird. A burst of emotions. Fury buried beneath the stench of cleaning supplies, then grief, the sort of anguish you felt in your bones. “What happened here?” She grumbled, frowning at the air like it would reveal its secrets. Honestly, she had more hope for that than Giorgia right now, especially with the way she was wailing.
GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY | Translation:
1. You're not making sense, Giorgia.
2. Come, come. |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Jul 2, 2023 16:47:17 GMT
’Hai voluto la bicicletta? Adesso pedala!’
She had almost expected to hear Roxxi’s cackle down the phone, her plea thrown back in her face. Yes, she had made her choice, had desperately clung onto it, but she didn’t want to lie in this bed of misery. He was hurt and it felt like he’d torn her heart from her chest in return, leaving it in a trail of bloodied breadcrumbs through the apartment to the spot where he had left her again.
Giorgia had felt her words abandon her as Roxxi had spat questions down the phone at her – not leaving her to suffer as she’d feared – mutely shaking her head as though her sister could see her inability to reply. It was too much to say over the phone, the truth maybe enough to have Roxxi scoffing and turning away. She hated Nemo as much as the others, more perhaps, it would still be good riddance in her opinion. Only her sister was saying exactly what she wanted to hear. She was coming. The tears gathered thicker in her eyes, the phone hitting the floor before she could so much as whisper a thank you.
It probably wasn’t long, but it felt like she was on the floor for an eternity. Her muscles slowly stiffening, leaving her a marble statue, cold, hard, unfortunately not unfeeling. That total numbness would’ve been a blessing, but her heart continued to be wreathed in the agony of his words, of Nemo’s leaving. Each word had clawed another piece from her, the wounds still bleeding freely. She had loved him, no matter that he thought she hadn’t. The love had always been there, a candle flame in the darkness she’d convinced herself was the daylight in a life that had never been under her control. How had she been so blind?
The crack of Roxxi’s knock on the door finally startled her out of that darkness. Another flame in the dark for her to stumble towards. With the shell broken it all spilled out the second she saw her sister standing there. The parts of her that had still been clinging together falling to pieces there in Roxxi’s arms as they closed around her. A whispered word, an echo of their mother in it, wrapped around her, holding her together a moment longer as Roxxi nudged her back and closed the door. The neighbours – a fleeting thought washed away on the fresh rush of tears as he sister squeezed her again.
”What I broke,” Giorgia croaked. She peeled a hand off of her sister, crushing the robe against her ribs with a fist like Roxxi would’ve known of the tattoo’s existence, it’s meaning. Her lips pressed together as they tried to quiver again, her view of the apartment swimming as she followed Roxxi’s gaze around the place. There were no signs of the destruction that had taken place here. ”He had to,” she whispered finally as she reached for her sister again, both hands back on Roxxi’s biceps, green eyes as turbulent as stormy seas fixing on her darker ones. ”He was going to kill me, but Nemo was there.” Her hero – who she had repaid with the slap in the face of what she had done as a desperate teenager.
Still holding onto Roxxi, Giorgia felt her knees start to go weak. Loosening her grip so that she was just clinging onto her sleeve as she backed up and sank down onto the sofa. Finally her fingers went lax and she folded down into herself. Giorgia glanced at the spot where they’d been standing – right where the man had died at Nemo’s hands. Closing her eyes so she wouldn’t see it again as she spoke. ”A case from work … a woman disappeared. They knew she was d-dead and her boyfriend had done it, but there was no b-body. They warned me about him …” The laugh bubbled out of her, bordering on the hysterical again. ”They wouldn’t h-have found me either. He tried … Dio … he was waiting when I came home. I tried to fight, b-but he had me…” She flinched, remembering the way she’d hit the floor, the fear that had clawed at her stomach. Nothing had ever scared her as much, except …
The window swam in and out of focus as she turned her head to look at it, like Nemo would be there again. Finding it empty, Giorgia bent her head, covering her face with her palms. ”Then he came … Nemo … he p-protected me. L'ha fatto per salvarmi, devi credermi.” Because all her sister might have held on to was the idea that Nemo was as cursed as Emiliano, that he was an evil that would swallow her up to. ”Afterwards, he saw … I shouldn’t have done it, b-but every time, it cut me…” Giorgia twisted around that spot, the whimper rolling out of her. It had never been a matter of being able to feel it, but she only had to look to know that he had been hers. Now he was gone, it was all gone.
Tagged: NEMO AGNELLI * Word Count: 855 Translate: You wanted the bike? Now pedal! / He did it to save me, you have to believe me. |
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
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Posts: 188
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
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Partner:
Chase Buckley
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Julia
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jul 23, 2023 16:14:49 GMT
 ━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
Her gut twisted over the words he had to. He would’ve said the same thing about Chase; perhaps Giorgia would’ve, too. He had to. And Roxxi would have had to kill Nemo in return━she wouldn’t like that so much, would she?
Roxxi supposed it was different if he was protecting her sister. Maybe. She frowned, the internal battle raging in her mind. No, her sister needed her, and even if Giorgia wasn’t there when Roxxi had needed her, she was determined to be a better sister. She listened instead of speaking again, allowing her older sister to drag her to the couch. Roxxi settled beside her, reaching out for Giorgia even as she let go, fingertips circling gently around her elbows.
A dangerous criminal━just like the ones she protected within their family━had come for Giorgia, and Nemo swooped in at the last minute to save her. So why was she so upset, then? And was she sure Nemo hadn’t come at the perfect time because this man had been sent by someone they knew? “Era uno degli uomini di Emiliano?” She had to ask. Still, Nemo had done the right thing, as there was no way Emiliano would’ve let him save her, but it was still suspicious.
“I still don’t understand what is the matter, Giorgia,” Roxxi said helplessly, almost to herself, as Giorgia descended into sobs. She leaned forward as her sister folded, arms wrapping around her upper half. “He saw what? What did he do?” Roxxi choked over the words, tears beginning to spring up in her own vision. Giorgia’s upset had bled to her, and Roxxi didn’t know how to ease it; how to control it. She didn’t think she’d get so worked up over something that happened between her sister and a man Roxxi wanted dead, but it only proved that she wasn’t as broken off from her family as she used to be.
GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY | Translation:
Was he one of Emiliano’s men? |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Aug 16, 2023 19:48:40 GMT
She had expected to see the hatred fill Roxxi’s eyes at the sound of Nemo’s name alone. They had never seen what she had seen in him, Roxxi certainly didn’t see how she could love him now. He was Emiliano’s, a snake just like the man who had spent decades twisting him into one now. Nemo was still loyal to him, had continued to swear that he would make Chase Buckley pay for what he’d done to him. It didn’t matter though, the love was still there, a ragged, sucking wound in her chest. If he hadn’t been there for her then she’d be dead. Maybe her sister would mourn her for a short time, maybe when the news came that she was missing she’d have pointed the finger at Nemo, finally ridding herself of that threat.
Clutching at her sister, Giorgia tried to paint Nemo as the hero he’d been. Surely she would believe her, not seeing all of this as crocodile tears, an attempt to twist at her. Giorgia viewed her sister through a sheen of tears before she had to block out the whole apartment, the memories, the body. The back of her throat burned as she laughed, a threatened rush of the coffee she’d downed – before.
Him. The man who would’ve killed her. Hands on her skin, gripping, pulling, threatening. Giorgia curled inwards at the thought, at the ghostly feel of his touch on her despite the shower that was supposed to wash it away. Shaking her head when Roxxi finally responded with a single question. ”No!” There was a sharp edge to her voice that cut through whatever had kept her upright since Roxxi had arrived. Slumping slowly like she might slip onto the floor again. ”This has nothing to do with them. It was work. He was going to end up in a cell for life. M-maybe he thought … if I wasn’t the one prosecuting he could get away with it. He’d made threats, but I was stubborn.” As she had been so often. Focused on a goal, too blind to see what she was doing to lose in getting there.
It had to be about the family, Roxana couldn’t imagine it being otherwise because everything foul in this family sprung from Emiliano. His fingerprints were on every ounce of misery. Maybe she wouldn’t have been wrong about anything else but this couldn’t be him. She was just blind because she hadn’t truly known them. ”He left me. Forever.” Misery dripped from the words, a heart wrenching groan following the words. A whimper. A crack in her heart that opened so wide that Giorgia found herself tumbling into it.
Weak, sure that it would never be whole again, Giorgia crumbled. Despite everything she felt for the man who had convinced their mother to remarry, the one who had spent decades twisting her life and Roxxi’s for as long as she had stood it, her sister caught her, held her. One hand clung to her sister, the other dragged at the front edge of the robe, peeling it far back enough in that spot to show unmarked skin. ”We were in the shower after. I needed him, I wanted him to hold me and make it all alright again.” She’d wanted his touch to erase the feel of the man’s, she wanted to feel that love that had never truly vanished wrap around her like a blanket, she wanted to feel it inside of her. She’d wanted her moon and instead he’d found his wolf gone instead.
”We got tattoos,” Giorgia whispered, covering the spot again, her head hanging as another sob worked through her. ”A part of him on me, me on him. A promise. I was his wolf and him my moon … he’s the one I always held onto when it came.” Even after the echo of the full moon was gone from her side. ”I thought he couldn’t want me anymore, he never came back. Every time I look he was right there, but that was just a reminder, waiting to break my heart each time. I erased him. I was so stupid and I had them burn it away. He saw and I hurt him … I didn’t want to. I still love him. Tu ami Chase. Capisci. Non puoi fermarti, qualunque cosa accada.” Just as someone had torn his face to ribbons, she had done the same with his heart. ”I can’t live without him. How do I get him back … please”? Giorgia looked up at her sister, beseechingly. Roxana had hurt Chase just as badly but they were together now, he still loved her. That meant Nemo hadn’t meant all that he’d said didn’t it? Someone inside her had to still love her. She couldn’t have killed it as he did the man.
Tagged: NEMO AGNELLI * Word Count: 807 Translate: You love Chase. You understand. You can't stop, no matter what. |
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 188
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
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Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Sept 6, 2023 17:42:19 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
It was Nemo. He’d hurt another person Roxxi loved, and she was beginning to think that perhaps he should be killed sooner rather than later. Maybe she’d go to him, pretend she could take him to Giorgia, and set him up for Chase to stumble on instead. He’d already asked Roxxi to keep an eye out for him━it wasn’t so strange to think she’d gotten lucky.
Left her forever? For the second time? Roxxi held back the snort that threatened to come up. That little rat was stuck to her side; there was no way he’d ever leave her. And Giorgia seemed absolutely smitten, so what the fuck could she have done to hurt Nemo? Looked at him funny? She wasn’t Roxxi━and Nemo was an only child.
As if to demonstrate that they were in the shower, Giorgia peeled back some of her robe, and Roxxi glanced over with a furrowed brow. There was nothing there. Was he upset that she didn’t have scars, too? Dio, would Giorgia ever get it out?
Finally, she did. It wasn’t stupid, but getting a tattoo for a man━any man━was. She wanted to look at that spot again with her other eyesight, but Giorgia was covering it up, and Roxxi only sighed, looking down at her sister instead.
Giorgia’s anchor━just as Chase had always been for Roxxi. She knew what it was like to lose them, when she was curled in her bathtub and couldn’t stop half-shifting, experiencing the worst pain in her life.
“It wasn’t stupid,” Roxxi sighed and shook her head, “Why would you keep it? You didn’t know. He wouldn’t speak to you, Giorgia━would not even look at you. I would have removed that tattoo, as well.” Her mouth drew into a small frown, and she mumbled, “Lo so. Capisco.” Back to her. She would never stop loving him, but they had nothing comparable to permanent, matching markings on their skin.
“I don’t know.” She said just as quietly as before, staring down at Giorgia and wishing she could fix this for her. She would get over Nemo a lot faster if he was dead, right? “I would give him time to cool off, Giorgia. Surely he’ll realize it doesn’t mean you love him any less.” Who really knew with Nemo, though. “If he won’t come to you, go to him. You know he’s… sensitive.” Honestly, that was the nicest way to put it. “Don’t let him let go. I don’t think he’ll end this forever, he’s probably off licking his wounds, but if he doesn’t come to you… go to him.” She hated giving Giorgia this advice, but she had to be honest with her. She couldn’t say “just forget about him,” because, not only would it not work, Giorgia would hate her for it. And somehow, that mattered to her now. Roxxi squeezed her close and rubbed her back, wishing there was some way to make this all go away.
GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY | wrap soon?
Translation: I know. I understand. |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Oct 17, 2023 20:09:10 GMT
Roxana hadn’t come home for her sister’s wedding, the space she would’ve occupied in the front pew of the church with the rests of their siblings conspicuously empty. It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did, but she’d felt the pang in her chest all the same. Her heart might supposedly have been a cold, dead rock floating in space, but it never had been. Giorgia had just tried to wall it off, convincing herself that what remained of it was better off beyond anyone’s reach. Pat had convinced her that it was safe – patient, charming, loving, duplicitous. The Bastardo. Those deft, delicate hands were the ones who had convinced her to open up again and in the end they had been the ones to tear her heart to pieces again.
Giorgia had practically offered up the ragged remains of it to her sister who was here now. The truth offered with it in broken parts, her own guilt colouring every single one of her words. He had turned his back on her, but Nemo had never erased the mark she had left on him. Surely if Emiliano had known about the tattoo and what it meant he’d have burned it from Nemo’s skin, or torn it away with the claws he hadn’t needed to savage his family before. She had torn at him instead, searing the proof of what they’d had from her skin even if the memory of every moment of their time together had remained.
She didn’t understand, Giorgia could see it on her sister’s face the moment that bare patch of skin was revealed. Her eyes burned hotter, her fingers knotting in the edge of the robe until they ached. Giorgia flattened her hand over the spot as the fabric was pulled tight around herself again. ”It was stupid,” she bit out, her teeth clamping down around the sob that wanted to roll out after it like thunder after lightning cracked the sky. Tears broke over her lashes again, the slow drizzle of rain that came with the end of the storm. ”I should have known he would never stop loving me. Non c'è mai stato nessun altro.” She didn’t know if she was just talking about Nemo – she couldn’t imagine him ever being with another – or herself, and how she’d realised that what she had felt for Pat had never been like this.
Shaking her head, Giorgia tried to refute every word out of her sister’s mouth. She should have known. She should have trusted that one day they would have everything they’d wanted. Nemo still hadn’t entirely broken away from Emiliano’s grip, but he had been here, he’d looked at her again until she’d hurt him. Roxana’s understanding now had Giorgia sagging into her sister again. The corner of her mouth lifted faintly, a sound that was definitely more laugh than sob now rolling out of her. ”You wouldn’t have got it in the first place,” she murmured. Although perhaps if Chase had been there for Roxxi in the same way that Nemo had for her, it all would have been different. What had happened with Georgie and the Buckleys had changed everything, even if she hadn’t truly understood it then.
Her sister’s had been the voice to comfort her then, the one that spoke sense, that dared to rise again Emiliano. Eventually she’d dismissed it, allowing herself to be wrapped up in Emiliano’s machinations instead of using the brain she’d been born with, just like Roxxi. ”I don’t know,” Giorgia breathed, her eyes settling on the window again. ”You didn’t see how hurt he was.” The betrayal had been as sharp as if she had driven a blade between his ribs, he wouldn’t have pushed her the way he had otherwise.
Sensitive. A ragged breath slipped out of Giorgia as her arm curled around Roxana’s waist. ”I’m not sure where he is,” she whispered. Because he had always come here. To her. She would wait by the window for a thousand nights if that was what it took, as long as she held on to the faith her sister was giving her. This wasn’t going to end forever. It hadn’t when Emiliano had ordered them to stop, or when Nemo had seen her with Pat and believed that she loved another. He would always be her moon, even without the tattoo, and she would be his wolf. ”Stay, please. I don’t think I can be alone.” Giorgia looked up at her sister, the plea in eyes that still burned but weren’t brimming over anymore. Perhaps Nemo wouldn’t return with her here, when he hated Roxana as much as he did Chase. She couldn’t stay here with the after images of the dead man on her rug still flickering on the underside of her eyelids every time she closed them though.
Tagged: NEMO AGNELLI (finished?) * Word Count: 809 Translate: There was never anybody else |
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