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RESULT: 49 -  “ I don’t want to talk about it. “

@ducavalentinois​ said:  “I’ve never seen magic quite like this.” ( remus )

            they’d been married by proxy, which, yeah, she didn’t even know if that was still legal. but she wasn’t about to argue it. her father wanted her married, and would ensure her life was miserable if she refused. so, she was a borgia now. gwenhwyfach borgia. her father, though, had made it clear that her loyalties were still to rest with the carmelide family. as if they ever had in the first place. and now she was standing in the airport, looking at a sign that had gwenhwyfach borgia printed on it in bland, businesslike script. she sighed. 

             ‘ are you the driver or my husband? ‘

           seeing cesare laying in his bed, still blinking away the sleep in the rays of the morning sun streaming through the windows, his heart squeezed. thank you, venus, for sending me what i didn’t know i needed. slowly, he crawled up the bed, suspended over cesare and nudging their noses together. ‘ you’re my medicine for melancholy. ‘

     “Care for a drink?”

  ❝          just  say  the  word          ,          ❞                GENTLE    SMILE                /                fingers  tracing  the  outline  of  the  crime  boss’  jaw        .                  ❝                           just    say    the    word    and    i’ll    be    yours      .            ❞    

French doors open onto the candle lit terrace, views of Lake Como stretching to the opposite hills. The party inside is accompanied by a three-piece in the corner playing classical music. It has the makings of an aristocratic gathering, there might even be a Duchess in attendance but Celia knows better. Crime families and mod bosses sip champagne and converse like they weren’t plotting to murder each other last week. It was the life she had almost always known. Was it really a part if a murderer wasn’t in attendance? 

“ the name is bond now, actually. ” she said, taking off her glove to wave her wedding ring around. in all honesty tracy had never thought she’d see cesare borgia again after marrying her second husband. being married to a spy required a different degree of caution than merely being the heiress of a criminal empire. which she still was, but no one needed to know that.