The Borgias fic: No-one But Her
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No-one But Her (201 words) by meridian_rose
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Borgias (Showtime TV), Borgias - Ambiguous Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia
Characters: Cesare Borgia, Lucrezia Borgia
Additional Tags: Sibling Relationship, Introspection, Community: gameofcards
Summary:
At AO3 and below the cut.
For a
gameofcards challenge; prompt words were silk, dulcet, solemn
Cesare loves Lucrezia dressed in her red silk, resplendent with her hair exquisitely styled, bedecked with jewels. She is radiant and adorned as befits a queen or even an empress. But he would love her just as much in rags. He loves her naked, tangled hair loose about her shoulders.
He loves the sound of her voice, those dulcet tones, her lyrical laugh, the way she speaks his name. But she doesn't have to speak for him to know her thoughts, he doesn’t need her to say the words for him to know she loves him.
He would know her with his eyes shut from the scent of her, from the taste of her lips, from the way she moves. He takes pleasure and comfort in her presence, and she feels the same the way.
She is clever and cunning. She is brave and ambitious. She is loving but capable of violence when necessary. She can be solemn but she can bring a smile to his face by the expression of joy on hers.
There is and can be no other who makes him feel this way. No other who can bring him such ecstasy or pain. No one but her.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Borgias (Showtime TV), Borgias - Ambiguous Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia
Characters: Cesare Borgia, Lucrezia Borgia
Additional Tags: Sibling Relationship, Introspection, Community: gameofcards
Summary:
Cesare thinks about Lucrezia and what she means to him.
At AO3 and below the cut.
For a
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Cesare loves Lucrezia dressed in her red silk, resplendent with her hair exquisitely styled, bedecked with jewels. She is radiant and adorned as befits a queen or even an empress. But he would love her just as much in rags. He loves her naked, tangled hair loose about her shoulders.
He loves the sound of her voice, those dulcet tones, her lyrical laugh, the way she speaks his name. But she doesn't have to speak for him to know her thoughts, he doesn’t need her to say the words for him to know she loves him.
He would know her with his eyes shut from the scent of her, from the taste of her lips, from the way she moves. He takes pleasure and comfort in her presence, and she feels the same the way.
She is clever and cunning. She is brave and ambitious. She is loving but capable of violence when necessary. She can be solemn but she can bring a smile to his face by the expression of joy on hers.
There is and can be no other who makes him feel this way. No other who can bring him such ecstasy or pain. No one but her.