Linn Anna
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Post by Linn Anna on Aug 9, 2015 23:12:01 GMT -5
The air was filled with Wedding bells, and the November sky graced the family with the sight of the sun. It was still crisp and cold this morning, but bright and chipper. It was like God was blessing them with the sun and the bright mood, a wedding had to be held on this day and a wedding would be held. But not just any wedding, the wedding of Mariella Gianna Rossi to Pietro Carlo Antonucchi.
It was being held in the Roman Catholic Church that the Antonucci's had been attending since they first step foot in this city. A beautiful thing really with stain glass windows depicting pictures of saints. Red carpet that lined the aisle between rows of dark wood pews pews. Every since the town had been taken over by Wizard, floating candles hover in the air, filling the church with the smell of rich wax and a heavenly glow. An altar made of gold at the front of the church, behind it a large stain glass window of the virgin mary, and of course Candles.
Currently the family and those deemed worthy of witnessing such an event are at the wedding. The groom is already there, but the bride is still on her way to the church, as customs dictates she will be the last person to arrive with her chapron, in this case her brother. People are either taking their seats or their places for the start of the wedding.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Aug 10, 2015 23:30:01 GMT -5
Suki arrived at the hotel, she had been informed about Her brother's engagement. She wondered what he must feel, especially about that girl he kept talking about, Serafina. Oh how the name leaves a burn at her lips, it wouldn't if anyone bothered to tell her a thing. And so, she heartlessly didn't hold a pity for Pietro. Oh like it was too bad, deaths happen and dead people stay dead. Nothing Pietro can do about it, too bad so sad. Now he was going to get married and finally she wasn't jealous (not that she'd admit that she was) because someone finally told her. She didn't have to feel like she'd have a competition.
She arrived at the hotel where the bride would be, she'd have to make sure everything was going great. Of course Uncle Enzo trusted her enough to organize a wedding, and Suki didn't fail, but she had yet to meet the bride herself. Odd, you'd think she'd see the bride the most. But she guessed this was going to be the first time, right? Suki did a good job organizing a wedding despite being loaded with being a healer. But she was an Antonucchi woman, if there was anyone who can organize a wedding AND keep her full-time job as a healer, it was Suki. Though it was very hard, she managed it. Though she barely had any free time, barely slept, looked like hell... It was for this moment and it wasn't even her own wedding. But Suki was fine with that, she thought she was more useful to the family when she was single.
This was the first time she was going to see her. And so she went to see her future sister-in-law. Going up to her room, Suki took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. Seeing a very pretty girl inside, but she only needed her hair fixed. Suki's mind worked like a schedule, "Oh dear, we have to get your hair situated, not that it doesn't look nice right now, but let's make it look even prettier," Suki grabbed the brush and started brushing her hair lightly. She looked at the hair curlers and pins, then at the girl in front of the vanity, just as she continued brushing her hair. So this was Mariella, huh?
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Post by Mariella Rossi on Aug 11, 2015 14:14:29 GMT -5
So this was it. She was getting married....
Ella was trying her hardest to be happy but really it just felt like there was this weight in her chest. She was suppose to marry a man who loved her more than anything. Salvador and her had been promised for seven years and just as they were about to wed... Now she was in a strange new country that always seemed sad and grey. Less than a month here and she was marrying another man, who was still in love with another. Ella sighed as she pulled up the zipper on her wedding dress, the dress she picked with her mother, with Salvador in mind.
She took a seat at the Vanity and looked back at the door, Duilio had yet to come out of his room to even check on her. Was he still mad at her... or was he mad with himself? Sometimes she can still feel the stinging in her cheek from when he slapped her and that would sometimes bring tears to her eyes. 'Oh God,' She thought to herself, clasping her hands together and placing them on the Vanity. 'I know you have sent me here for a reason. I only hope I find what it is soon. Because I am struggling God... please.'
As she was praying a woman walks in and made a comment about her hair before picking up a brush and getting to work. Who was this woman? Why did she just come and and start to brush out her hair? "Um excuse me." She said in english since that's how the woman spoke to her and she was very happy in moments like this she spoke both english and italian. "Who are you? Did Enzo send you? Are you a... I don't know the word in english. Do you work with hair for a living?"
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Aug 11, 2015 19:53:03 GMT -5
Suki stopped brushing as the woman asked her who she was, the blonde chuckled lightly, not meant to poke fun of her, nor did it sound like that. It was more like she was poking fun at her own self. "If it meant getting to work with hair such beautiful as yours, I wish. But sadly, I am not, don't worry, you can talk to me in Italian if you prefer," Suki told her sweetly, smiling at her from the mirror. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself to you and just suddenly brushing you hair like that, how rude of me. But we are running on a tight schedule, I believe. I am Suki, Suki Antonucchi." Her smile stayed on her face as then she continued to brush her hair.
To spare the woman work in her own wedding day, she spoke in Italian, "Dear, how would you like your hair prepared? And please do tell me if I am hurting your hair when I do you hair, trust me, I wouldn't mean to hurt you," Suki had a soft voice, almost a whisper, but just a little louder. If there was anything her mother ever told her all the time was that a lady should have a soft voice like an angel, but an iron fist. Of course, Suki really just did have a soft voice naturally, even in her fierce temper she would have a soft voice. It was a feat of any lady, but if Suki were to talk louder, it would be a mystery solved.
Suki felt rather impervious to the wedding, should she have ever cared it was only because her brother is getting married and that she was the one organizing the wedding itself. Other than that, it was a 'meh' situation. She wondered how River felt about the ordeal, speaking of which she hadn't seen him since Pietro got hospitalized. It seemed to go fast, now Pietro was getting married. It wasn't surprising, out of all of them, River and Suki knew he was to get married first.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Aug 13, 2015 2:46:46 GMT -5
Pietro looked in the mirror, straightening his bow tie for what felt like the fiftieth time. He caught a glimpse of River in the mirror, standing behind him, but Pietro could barely meet his twin's eyes. He'd felt so ashamed ever since he'd gotten Serafina and Nixie killed. How could he look at his brother ever again?
Not to mention the fact that he was about to get married, that he would be promising to protect this woman, and he hadn't been able to protect Serafina. He was the worst kind of man. He was about to lie before God and his family. He wasn't capable of protecting her! He wasn't capable of anything.
Yes, there were many promises he would make today that he would be able to keep. To cherish, and to honor? Those would be simple. But he couldn’t help but feel that this whole day was taking place under the negative auspices of his horrific failure. It wasn’t even just his feeling. This wouldn’t be happening at all if he had succeeded in protecting Serafina!
He closed his eyes and said a little prayer. This would work. This would be fine. There was nothing wrong with him as a husband, and nothing wrong with Mariella as a wife. She would be protected away from the school. They would make beautiful children. They would both participate in raising those children with love and care. Eventually, he and Mariella would love each other, even if only out of convenience.
He respected her. He appreciated her intelligence. He admired her beauty. What else did he need?
Only self-respect, and he felt he had lost that forever.
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Duilio Rossi
Fresh off the Boat
Forgive us our trespasses.
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Post by Duilio Rossi on Aug 13, 2015 3:06:09 GMT -5
Duilio's tux was literally chafing him. The collar was rubbing against his neck in a way that was bordering on painful. He stuck one finger between his skin and the collar as he looked down at the bouquet of flowers he'd gotten for his sister. All right, so it was stupid. Brides already had more flowers than they knew what to do with. But what was he supposed to get her? He'd already given her one of the diamonds, and he'd given the rest to Enzo. The things he liked - booze, smokes, and ammo - were inappropriate gifts for his sister. Nothing he could think of was a good choice.
God, he was going to miss her. He was going to have to live in that apartment alone. Yes, it had been painful to live there with his twin who was so hurt by his striking her, but ... for her to be gone? At least she was going to somebody. He was going to be left on his own in this bullshit country where he could barely speak the language and his family/employer was an evil fuckwad. Maybe he should just shoot himself after this wedding.
He knocked on the door, said "It's me," and opened it upon being invited to do so. "Hello," he said to Suki, ready to try out some of his newly-acquired English. "I am Duilio. I am brother of Mariella. Thank you for entrance." Holding out the flowers, he approached his sister, then knelt so that he was on a similar level to hers as she sat in front of the mirror.
"For you," he said, looking at the floor as he offered his pitiful gift.
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Post by Mariella Rossi on Aug 13, 2015 18:37:11 GMT -5
Oh she's Suki! "Pietro sister yes?" She asked with a smile. "It very nice to finally meet you Miss, Pietro has told me quite a bit about you." Her so to be sister already seemed to be a wonderful woman. So quick to put this wedding together and come in and sweep her long blond hair up and making it looks so effortlessly. She then transition over to speaking italian which made her smile, while her english was strong she preferred her native tongue. It made her feel like she is at home. Even if it is just for a brief moment. "I'm not sure, I am not terribly picky about what you do with it, just so long as you think Pietro would like it." It's funny how quickly she sank into the role of wife already. Wanting him to like everything about her and to please him...
Isn't this what she always wanted? To be a wife and a mother? Yes... But she never imagined it like this. Not with Pietro, with her Salvador. She just hoped she could get though her vows without thinking of the man she did love, the one she was promised to for years before having him ripped out of her life. She prayed that tonight while she lies in bed with her new husband she doesn't have the same nightmare of his body... what those men did to him as she watched and tried to stay as quiet as a mouse.
There was a knock at the door which made her smile some; Duilio! He came out and he wanted to see her. As the door open and she looked down to see flowers in his hand which were more beautiful than any of the other ones she had been given. If only because they came from him. Duilio they are lovely. Oh this is Suki, she's Pietro sister" She said smiling and looking up at him "Are you okay? I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks..."
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Post by River Antonucchi on Aug 13, 2015 19:01:19 GMT -5
River always had an interesting and very expensive bow tie collection. He always wore the elegant ones when he was teaching when he didn't use a neck tie. He wore the extravagant ones for casual parties and an everyday wear, knowing his students were out of sight. But River wore his best, most expensive ones at days like this.
He stood right behind his brother, catching his eye as Pietro fixed his bow tie for what seemed like the thousandth time. River sighed at the sadness his brother seemed to emit, he still loved Serafina and River was damn sure that when he would utter his vows, when that exact moment happened, Pietro would picture Serafina, his student all there dressed in white standing before him, as Mariella. Poor girl, her husband wouldn't be able to honor her if every time he looked at her he would think of another. When he lay in to bed her this night, he would imagine himself joining as one with the one not living, Serafina, and not the woman who was alive, Mariella.
How would he honor such a marvelous woman if he was bringing her to such a dangerous enviroment of the Antonucchi's?
When he still longed for someone else?
River shook his head, "As always, such a perfectionist..." River murmured. He didn't need to say anything else after that. Most of their talk was through the eye this time. He met his eyes again through the mirror after his little prayer. River himself could not find it in himself to pray anymore, God couldn't do anything for him anymore, or has he ever even answered River's prayers? Because it didn't look so, because River was still in deep suffering. Especially when he found himself falling in love with Nixie after her death. He had always loved her, it just took him her death to realize it. River was almost in a loop of pain, repeating, never ending.
River wore his best, most expensive bow ties to honor the dead, Nixie and Serafina.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Aug 13, 2015 19:41:21 GMT -5
She nodded happily, yes, she was Pietro's sister. Sadly.
"It is very nice to meet you too, just call me Suki, and then I can call you Mariella, yes? Such a pretty name, unique but still traditional," Suki said honestly in Italian, meaning her words. Mariella was just so lovely, and here they were already just meeting each other for the first time. Suki herself wondered if Pietro had anything good to say about her. So far her mind came to that time in Christmas where she jumped on his bed unpleasantly to wake him up. Ever since she could jump, she had always woken him up at Christmas like that. Truth, she would have preferred to jump on River's bed because she liked to annoy him back then because she lacked a relationship with him. Unfortunately mother always told her not to go to River's room, and being the obedient child that she was, she followed her mother's strict order.
Suki smiled, she knew how to make not only Pietro, but everyone, love her hair. Not that it wasn't lovable already. She would make sure that the bride looked stunning for her day. Suki had a sad thought at that, knowing that after this, Mariella would be part of their shitwreck. This was the last day she would ever get to be so happy. Suki wanted Mariella to enjoy this as much as she can. Suki was able to fix her hair, pulling it up into a neat bun that made the shape of her face much more prominent, open to more attention that it deserved.
The headpiece was what made it more than stunning. Her hair sparkled like the sun with the headpiece. It was like a crown...
Just in time the door had been knocked and Suki whipped her head at the door, opened and a man was there. She was introduced and Suki gave him a nod in acknowledgement, "Hello sir," the blonde had said politely and sweetly as she was. It was somewhat nice to meet new family, but saddening to see them getting mixed with the shitstorm her family just brings. Suki looked at the man with a smile, he was sweet. Bringing his sister flowers... her brothers probably won't do that. She wished Duilio was her brother too, he'd bring her flowers at her wedding as well, how sweet. Suki herself had a wedding gift grouped with the rest of the gifts from the other guests. Hand jewelry for the bride, and a new suit for Pietro made out of the finest fabrics.
Wearing
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Aug 16, 2015 0:49:14 GMT -5
"You know me," Pietro murmured, finally leaving his bow tie alone and dropping his gaze to the floor. He had met his brother's eyes, and they made him feel ashamed. They seemed to be full of accusation. River hadn't just been friends with Nixie, that much was obvious. River was grieving in a different way. She was dead because of Pietro.
He drew in a deep breath before turning to his brother and reaching out to clap him on the shoulder. "Well ... I suppose it's showtime."
God, how he didn't want to do this in this way. Not while he was still broken-hearted. Not while she was still broken-hearted. Were they lying to God? Were they lying to everybody?
Oh, Pietro was going to go to Hell for this. If he hadn't already bought his ticket, this would be the moment that would earn him his eternal torment.
"Time for us to go stand ... in front of everybody ... "
Oh, fuck this. Fuck this so hard.
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Duilio Rossi
Fresh off the Boat
Forgive us our trespasses.
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Post by Duilio Rossi on Aug 16, 2015 1:01:53 GMT -5
Duilio offered a strained smile in Suki's direction. "Good to meet you, Suki. I hope we become good cousin friends." Then he turned back to Mariella, and the strained smile became a sheepish grin. "You see my English? Is good, yes?"
Well, she liked the flowers, and that was a good first step. She was also speaking to him as though she didn't hate him, which he found difficult to believe but wasn't going to argue with. Duilio swallowed hard against the feeling of heavy guilt.
"I did not know how to talk to you after ... I thought I should give you space. I did not know what to say or do. But I would not abandon you on your wedding day."
God, he was going to be alone after this. Completely, utterly alone.
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Post by Mariella Rossi on Aug 16, 2015 18:14:59 GMT -5
"Mairella, or just Ella. My family always just called me Ella." Of course she left out that her papa and Salvador use to call her Cinderella. That just seemed like their speical name for her. Duilio didn't even call her Cinderella, she was always Ella to him. But to her beloved, she was his perfect little Cinderella, his princess and his life. And now... could she ever dream about being Pietro's Cinderella? It felt like a silly dream given that she wasn't even sure if he would ever love her or even want to touch her and she couldn't blame him. They were still trying to work toward friendship, she figured it be a while before touching is in the mix.
She had been so lost in her own head she didn't even notice that Suki had finished with her hair and she had to say it looked lovely. Truly just... "Thank you Suki! Really I don't think I have ever look prettier." This was it, this is how she was going to look when she became a wife. She just hoped her papa and mama were watching, and they were proud and happy she was about to marry a good man. And she hoped that Salvador wasn't too upset with her, because he would always always be in her heart.
She smiled at her brother as he spoke english and she nodded. "Yes it is very good Duilio, you are doing very well when it comes to your english." She said taking her brothers hand and squeezing it some as she nodded. "Thank you, I am very happy you are here right now." Well the time had come, she was about to head to the church and become a wife. Ella stood up and looked between Suki and Duilio and said. "Okay I think I am ready to go."
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Aug 16, 2015 23:58:24 GMT -5
Perfect, "I'll call you Ella then, we're family now, right?"Suki smiled at the girl who was fawning over how great her hair was now. The blonde simply smiled, "Don't worry about it, you were already pretty in the first place, darling. I just put your hair up," Suki was glad she didn't do this whole wedding for some bimbo bitch to get married to her brother, Mariella was just so lovely, so perfect for her brother. Keep his mind off of that Serafina girl. If you can't tell, Suki was still very bitter about that.
"We're going to be good cousin friends, yeah? I'd say we can become good siblings too?" Suki had replied in Italian and giggled at his slightly-still awful English. She could tell he was trying, so that was good. Suki looked at the two... One looked older than the other but something told her... Yeah, no. They were twins. Suki has that little antennae that detects twins easier than others. It's that kind of thing she gets when she's been exposed to her own set of twins. They sorta have that dynamic too, though much friendlier. Then she heard the bride say the words and Suki nodded with a charming smile.
"Well then,"
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Aug 20, 2015 20:59:21 GMT -5
She should’ve been with the bride already, not just now walking into the building. Time had been slipping away from Vivian lately. To be honest, the girl hadn’t done much but mope. This, after all, had been the first time she’d even bother to do her hair and makeup and change out of her pajamas, it was also the first time she left the bell jar she recently took residence in. She was just so tired. However, this was special occasion. One of celebration opposed to one of misery, or is intended to be. As tradition goes, Vivian wanted properly equip the bride with something blue, something borrowed. With her she brought a blue ribbon fashioned into a necklace, finished with a brooch like jewel given to her by a past lover.Vivian collected fabric from the skirt of her dress as she walked, taking large steps to hurry that would’ve tripped her up if letting the dress down. Suki informed her prior to the date which room the bride would be in, and that was her destination. Thankfully, the familiarity of the building made it easy to find.Throwing the door open quickly, she slammed it shut behind her to avoid anyone, if there was anyone behind her, from catching a glimpse. “Oh, sorry... for bulging in... I-ugh.” Vivian bit her bottom lip, looking to the ground. Everyone was ready to go and here she was, seconds to being late. “I’m Vivian... a cousin. I just wanted to-” her eyes found Mairella as she spoke and was stopped mid-sentence. Something about the woman reminded her of her mother. Swallowing a lump in her throat, Vivian smiled softly, “I just wanted to introduce myself and give you this.” Vivian stuck out her hand, letting the jewelry dangle from her fingers. “Something blue, something borrowed,” she said in Italian.dress
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