| Anonimo ha detto: $& |
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OOC: I’m giving you two anwers, one as baby!Bianca and one as her adult self.
Baby!Bianca:
Adult!Bianca
and then of course there was this totally gut wrenching movie, which i loved, and watched, repeatedly. when we bought the vhs, i wore the thing out tormenting myself. watching the entire movie over and over just so i could get to this scene and be really, really miserable with heartache.
just so.
holly, holly, holly…
(but hey - i understood about hollywood blacklisting and the story of the duke and duchess of windsor…and i guarantee you, otherwise, i wouldn’t have)
Bianca was a flapper in the roaring twenties. As she cannot have her hair cut, she wore a black wig and placed a headband to secure it in place. It was the age of the three P’s: Partying, People, and Prohibition. She held secret parties in which she served unlimited liquor, and she was also fortunate enough to not be caught by the police.
Bianca checked herself in the mirror, making sure her make up looked alright. As soon as she was finished, the butler came in and announced the presence of her date. “Mr. Harris is here, Madam,” the butler said, and a man in his early 30’s walked in the living room, wearing a finely-tailored dinner suit. “My, my, Mr. Harris, don’t you look dashing tonight?” Bianca said, smirking.
“But you, my sweet are absolutely radiant and beautiful tonight.” He said, spinning her around. “You are going to stop everybody once you enter the ballroom.” Bianca smiled, and indeed, she looked beautiful in a champagne coloured gown, that covered the front of her body, but once she turned around, it was bare until the small of her back and diamonds glittered from her ears and her neck. “Shall we?” she asked Mr. Harris and linked her arms around his. They walked to the car, and entered it, “To the hotel, Ferdinand,” Bianca said to her driver. While on the way there, Mr. Harris kept on talking while Bianca kept quiet, occasionally nodding her head or commenting, but her mind was far away from where she was. Her heart yearned so much for him, she wished that it was him sitting beside her right now. It has been a long time since she went out, and she decided to say yes to Mr. Harris is because he was begging her to, and he was such a sweet man, and that they were going to have so much fun at the ball. Mr. Harris wasn’t bad looking at all; he was in his early 30’s, tall, broad-shouldered, hair as dark as a raven’s and big strong arms, he also had equally handsome hazel-green eyes. He was pleasing company, and he stimulated her intellectual thirst. I could marry this man, but would he make me as happy as I was with him? She pondered, looking out the window. Then suddenly, she saw a flash of long, blonde hair and she yelled at the driver to stop. “Wait here,” she said to Mr. Harris hurriedly, and went out of the car, running after the man. She prayed with all her might that it was him, that they would finally be reunited, that she would tell him how much she regretted ever leaving, and that she never even wanted to leave. “Marius?” she asked, her chest heaving as she turned him around.
“You must have the wrong guy, lady.” The man said, and when she realized that it wasn’t him, she muttered a quick apology and walked to the car, fighting back the tears of disappointment.
| amadeusgorgon ha detto: 1, 2, 19 |
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1. What does their bedroom look like?
2. Do they have any daily rituals?
19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night day?
Alessandro led Bianca through the marketplace, holding the gold coins in his hand. “Now, tell me dear sister, what would you like to purchase?”
“I’m not sure yet.” she said. “But can you give me 5 Florins?”
“Five Florins? Are you serious, Bianca?”
She gave him a serious look. “Five. Florins. Now.”
“Alright, alright. Don’t waste it.” he said, and laughed, letting Bianca go.
“Since when have I wasted our money, dear brother?” she said and walked away from him. What to buy for Alessandro, Vittorio, and Niccolo? she asked herself. She entered a small bookstore and the smell of paper and ink made her smile. Alessandro. Looking around for a book, she smiled as she thought of the face her brother would make once he opens his present from her. Scanning the room, a small book with a green cover and gold borders caught her eye. She picked it up and saw the cover. A Study on Political Philosophy. Alessandro will like this!
“I would like to purchase this book please.” she said to the man at the counter.
“Isn’t this a bit to deep to comprehend for a lady such as yourself?” the man asked.
“No, on the contrary, I enjoy reading books like that. And it’s not for me, signor, it is for my brother. Do not judge before you make a comment.” she said and gave him three Florins. The man looked at her, ashamed, and wrapped the book in paper and tied it with a red ribbon and handed it to her. “Grazie.” she said, and walked out.
When she came outside, her brother was waiting for her. “Alessandro, I have something for you!” she said, and handed him the parcel.
“What’s this, sister?” he asked, smiling brightly.
“You’ll see. I know you’ll like it, and you’ll need it.” Bianca said.
Alessandro opened the parcel and when he saw the book he gave Bianca a big grin and hugged her with his free hand. “Bianca, you shouldn’t have!”
“I knew you would love it! I knew the moment I saw that darling book that it was for you.” she said and kissed her brother’s cheek.
“You know, you’re the best sister a brother could ever ask for. Even if you follow the three of us everywhere. We all love you a lot. Vittorio won’t admit it, and Niccolo, well you two are close already. Thank you, once again.” he said, and kissed her forehead. “Come, let’s go home, Mamma will be angry if we’re not home in time for dinner.”
The two siblings walked back to their horses and rode back home happy.
The poppies in Umbria that I loved so much.
“I don’t want you stowing away again, Bianca. do you imagine the talk of the people and the lies they will spread? Haven’t you learned?” her father asked sternly.
“But Papa! I want to go to the University too! Why can’t I? Why can Alessandro, Vittorio and Niccolo go and I can’t? Can’t I cut my hair and dress as a boy? Can I Papa?” Bianca asked these questions, her eyes tearing up. “Papa, I want to learn. I want to so badly. Why have a mind if not to question ‘why?’”
Roderigo looked at his only daughter and cupped her face with both hands. “You live in a world where men are dominant. I will teach you all that I know, just like I taught you how to ride a horse and fence when you were a child.”
Bianca tears was falling. “I want to go to Padua University. I will dress up as a boy if I have to! Please Papa! I want to go!”
Roderigo, though annoyed at his daughter’s insistence, was amused at how determined she was at wanting to go to Padua University. “I will take you with us when I bring your brothers there, and we shall visit the library. What say you, daughter?”
Bianca wiped her tears and nodded her head. “I guess that will have to do.” she said softly.
“Now,” her father said. “How about you call your brothers and we can go fencing outside? Make sure to change your clothes first. I don’t want your Mamma getting mad at me for ruining the pretty dress she made for you.”
Bianca’s thoughts of wanting to go to Padua University left her for a while as soon as her father mentioned fencing with her brothers. She smiled brightly and kissed her father on both cheeks and hugged him. “I would love that, Papa.” she then skipped to her room, humming a song.
“Dio Mio, what am I going to do about her?” Roderigo said then chuckled, walking towards his table and returning to his papers.
| shizuka-himeofrhea-deactivated2 ha detto: Character! >w< |
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I am a skilled horsewoman and I can fence, thanks to my father who taught me from the age of eight to the age of twelve.
The thing with Bianca is that she doesn’t know what will upset her. She keeps everything inside, and pretends that the thing that made her angry never existed. It’s how she is. But when she gets angry, everything that she kept inside is released and her anger knows no bounds.
But her anger does not last for a long time though. Once her anger is gone she goes back to being her happy self.
Also, if there is one thing that will anger Bianca in an instant is when people hurt the people she loves. Do so much as insult the one she loves and expect her to be angry at you and cut all ties with you. She will be cold and will forget you even existed. Hurt someone she loves and she will kill you without any guilt.
Bianca crossed the street and entered the park, the lamps emitting a soft florescent nimbus, giving them a hazy look. She walked on with Samson beside her, and her thoughts engulfed her again.
