#teodosio 1

“Finally, someone interesting,” Felix said, when he saw Teodosio, clapping his hand over the other’s shoulder in greeting. They weren’t friends, not really — but they had a few similar hobbies, ones they’ve shared in far too many parties abroad. “I’ve got a gift for you.” He unbuttoned his suit jacket, lifting one side and drawing out a little sachet of white powder, away from anyone’s view except for the other. A mischievous grin crossed his face, and stowed it back away, buttoning his suit jacket once more. He nodded towards the direction of the bathrroom. “I’m bored as fuck. Might make this whole thing more palatable. What do you say?”

The Vatican Museums were never far away from Alessandra, and yet with her schedule she hardly made time for anything but work. It was always pleasant, the day before the New Moon Gathering, to mingle with the initiates and members that had come to Rome early. It was beside the Belvedere Torso that she found her next target: a familiar face, the De Borja heir. Not yet because of his position in the Society, but because nobility tended to run in the same circles (of course, Alessandra was quasi-nobility at best, having no actual titles to her name, but her mother had nonetheless run in those circles, and the children she had played with were the same children that Teodosio had played with, was the point). “Teodosio,” she called, a sweet, polite smile punctuating her greeting, and then a kiss to the cheek. “Buenos dias. It bodes well to find you here. Tell me, by what name have you chosen to call yourself?”