#thefixer

there's the adjustment of self , sleeves pushed up as robby inputs patient notes on a nearby computer. a hand runs through short hair as he chews on inner cheek. wrapped up in work as her voice breaks the silence and the sound of machines. taking glasses off as he then goes to her bedside.

' well we stopped that actually ' there's an air of kindness as his eyes look down at her , humor gently skirts. ' you came in here with a pretty serious concussion ... dropped off ' his tone devoid of judgement , ' you've got someone special looking out for you '

dr robby then goes to look at her vitals , ' what do you say for a few more hours of observation ? ---- it'll do ME some good to know that -I- was able to do my job '

sitting down on a medical stool as he looks at his NEWEST patient , ' you'd let me know if you experienced any dizziness or nausea right ? my interns always like a good concussion when they come in. ' there's a blossoming of fondness behind words.

[ the bedside next to her is a child who broke their arm , their own conversation soft , dr mohan assuring her patient that there's nothing to worry about that all the greats break their arm (her bedside manner is something robby admires --- though she COULD be a bit faster). ]

' mind if i ask a few questions ? just to gauge where your functioning ... what year is it , what's your name , how old are you , and where are you ? '

HE HAD indeed been gentlemanly in his manner , the fall from horse had been LESS than graceful. horses stubborn and he can GATHER that she herself is not PLEASED with current situation. his arms carry her as he inhales , and his eyes go to gently roll.

' fine ' dropping her right then and there on a nearby pile of hay. IF she wanted to be difficult WHO was he to argue , ' mistress i was only doing what i thought was right ... that fall was the sort of fall that would make MOST men want for a warm bed and a mug of ale '

jamie goes to look out over the horizon the sun dipping as dust touched the furthest hills. IT WASN'T home but , it was still beautiful nonetheless. one can smell the night fires that are being lit around CASTLE LEOCH.

' now this is going to be a LONG walk home mistress one I don't mind doing but ... would be helpful if you could perhaps SEE it within yourself to let me help ' jamie going to turn head her way as the sun catches the highlights within red curls , and it could be described as breathtaking , though he would never admit such a thing. his blue eyes rounding with the faintest hint of amusement , ' pride , lives well within our hearts .... i see that between the two of us we don't mind taking the long road when the shorter road may be just a BIT more helpful '

all.  too.  true…  was   it   amusement   that   passed   the   fabrics   of   his   mask   in   a   warm   puff?   distaste   remaining   behind,   curling   a   snarl   upon   his   lip.   a   poorly   fought   battle   lost   against   the   annoyance   that   rolled   his   eyes.   ❛   𝗬𝗢𝗨   𝗚𝗘𝗧   𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛   𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛   𝗔𝗡𝗗   𝗦𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬   𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘'𝗦   𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬   𝗢𝗡𝗘   𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚   𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧   𝗧𝗢   𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡   𝗧𝗢   𝗙𝗢𝗥   𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧.   ❜   did   he   need   to   say   the   word?   paint   the   picture   they   can   both   vividly   see   plastered   on   the   walls   of   their   mind…   no. 

jackson has beer bottle raised against lips as mia says ten words that cause the slightest cough , beer stings nostrils as he tries to compose self. shaking blonde head as he sets down bottle , and flannel shirt wipes mouth. ' you know you're a real fuckin' asshole you know that ? ' eyes round with amusement as he then goes to turn in barstool to set eyes upon her. jesus she's beautiful , the way the sun seems to accent the red highlights in her hair as she gives him a SMUG smile. yeah , he's sure he doesn't need to tell her just how beautiful he finds her. there's more to her beauty , a dangerous spirit that spreads like wildfire , makes him feel as if he's already had six beers and he's buzzing with a current that only comes from having too much to drink. yet ? he's had two. OR MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE SHE MAKES HIM SO GODDAMN NERVOUS.

' i told you , you couldn't fucking cheat mia! ' truth be told she could probably drink jackson teller under the table , it had started off with the pair of them nursing wounds , sharing stories as they then turned it into an innocent drinking game. what can he say ? mia could get him to do almost anything , probably could get him to stand on his head , and recite any sonnet she wanted to hear. ' my nose stings ! ' jackson laughing deep as he then reaches for napkins , and he goes to blow nose , ' and yeah i'm being a big baby about it ' the napkin then balled and thrown away as he climbs behind the bar , and washes hands (he knows the owner). looking at mia he then reaches for a clean rag , and looks at her and the bottles of whiskey behind the bar. ' now you're gonna get it ... ' his eyes squinting slightly to read labels before he picks a jameson. ' i should just stick to whiskey ... '

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𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰. After moving to New York and purchasing their property in Brooklyn, it made sense for Marcel to eventually make it all official, and knowing the woman he had around, a big ring wouldn't make the impressive display it would've for others, so the next best idea was to appeal to her taste for the old and historic, as well as the Italian side.

Bought in early 2016, the Villa was a medieval hamlet dating back to the 16th century, being unoccupied since 2012. Most of the buildings were dilapidated and needed repairs and modernization, something that also was something he anticipated Mia would like taking into her hands. Along with the purchase of the Villa, Marcel set aside a fund to pay for anything needed to put the estate back into a working winery and olive oil mill, a project that took 2 years to be concluded. The property spans for 180 acres, 90 which are dedicated solely to the vineyards, 50 to the olive grove, 10 to organic farming and the other 30 is divided between decorative gardens, buildings and facilities.

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The vineyard, which existed since the origins of the property, produces sangiovese and moscato bianco, divided in near equal area, with 50 acres dedicated to sanguiovese, and 35 to moscato bianco. The production feeds both their winery and a small production of aceto balsamico. 2023 marks the first batch of their Riserva wines and the first batch of aged aceto balsamico as well. The production is entirely organic and done solely with local workers. Every month there is a wine tasting dinner held on the villa's restaurant.

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The olive grove grows three types of grapes: frantoio, moraiolo and leccino. The olives are grown using organic methods, like the vineyard, and harvested with electric rakes only, and the extra-virgin olive oil is extracted with the help of a stone mill to keep things as close to their traditional production as possible. A small portion of the production is jarred in olive oil preserves.

The Villa holds a small production of lemons planted in vases that decorate the property during summer, and which production is used in their distillery to make limoncello, or turned into marmelade and essential oil in the property.

A vegetable garden grows the herbs, vegetables and some fruits that are used in the property's restaurant as well as in the main villa. The garden is also cultivated using only organic methods and is divided between the produce that grows on right season and those kept within the greenhouse.

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The decorative gardens are the gems of the property, following the same landscaping that was indicated in garden plans from the 18th century, and even keeping some statues and fountains from back then. Those same gardens are food for the beehives that are kept in the property, along with the lemon trees during their flowering, which lead to a high quality honey production. The beekeeping also allows the artisanal production of beeswax candles, beeswax soap and honey drops.

Villa Belladonna have a medieval hamlet that holds a small hotel with 3 apartments, as well as a guest house with two bedrooms. The restaurant where the wine tasting is held also is located in that part of the Villa.

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The main Villa of the property is an area where only Mia, Marcel and a couple of caretakers have access to. It was renovated keeping the original blueprint of the villa and original characteristics like the wooden beams and the original walls, while adding modern comforts to it such as a climate control system, all done to Mia's liking. Inside of it there is a small collection of artwork, both bought and stolen, that he got for her, the main pieces being Boticelli's Fortitude and Pallas and The Centaur [ the later which he got for her as a wedding gift ], and Giorgione's Judith.

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The whole planning of the marriage proposal took him 4 months and costed a small fortune that he didn't even blink to put into it, after all, it was all done to give Mia something that could somehow illustrate, at least partially, how much her happiness meant to him, and to also leave something about their relationship that would outlast the both of them and maybe, some day, be passed on to their children.

Trinity was days ahead of her. She would need to take major risks to catch up to them now, and even then, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the fallout. The Source likely hadn’t gone unprotected in the years since Kitezh fell; if this was anything like Yamatai, like the Onī, she’d be in for a nightmare. 

No need to involve Mia in that.

feat. piney winston w/ mia di salvo.

Brown eyes flicker up from the dimming flame of her lighter to study the other woman’s face. You’re not alone. She thinks, but keeps the unhelpful words locked away behind her teeth. Instead, Nico allows small ribbons of smoke to rise from the lip tip of her cigarette, ruminating on a proper response. 

The younger woman has not asked many questions in these few times they’ve worked together. She has felt no right to do so, hiding behind her ‘Special Task Force of the Holy See and Italian Governments’ credentials. Yet from what little she knows of Mia Di Salvo’s history, she infers the elder had a string ghosts trailing behind her.

❝ Anything I can do? ❞ A naive and futile offer, she knows, but one she makes none the less. A sort of show of good faith. She continues on, removing the cigarette to tap some red embers into the glass ash tray before her.  ❝ There’s good priest on Villa della Conciliazione if it’s something private you want off your chest. I know you don’t practice but...❞

 Nico lets the suggestion hang in the air between them. It is a bright spring morning in Rome, only a few scattered pedestrians make their way across the street below the terrace on which they sit. Beyond, the dome of St. Peter’s Basilica watches silently. The young woman rises from the table after a pause, moves to open the sliding glass door and procure the Bialetti Moka coffee pot in the kitchen just beyond