#cesare

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We just wanted to share a quick update: since we’ve gone live four days ago, we’ve already had several sign ups - including merch artists - as well as soft commitments from a few more.

In the application form, our content creators are asked which top three Luca characters they would like to work on and here are some of the replies - some characters definitly had more than one request ;)

• Nicky from The Old Guard
• Primo from Trust FX
• Cesare from Don’t Be Bad
• Guido from Every Blessed Day
• Walter Dorian from Diabolik
• Martin Eden from Martin Eden
• Fabrizio de Andre from Fabrizio de Andre
• Pietro from The Eight Mountains
• Lui from Ricordi?
• Gabriele from Waves

So there will definitely be some variety for the digital zine in October On Monday I’ll be sharing a digital mock up of a potential merch bundle we will launch with the kickstarter campaign in the fall - and until then, if you’re interested please feel free to browse through the following links at any time.

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[Guards ride towards the Ram’s stables]

Cesare, who has never done anything wrong in his life: They’ve found me

Cesare knows every secret. Cesare knows the past and sees the future.

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Author:@raiment-auditore

            He was alone.

            He was alone and you knewit.

            He had always really been alone, and no matter how much he hated you, the last of your family living in Italy…

            …every time you saw him you got a little more attached.

            You don’t know why. Maybe it was the way he walked, the way he displayed himself. It could be how he wielded his sword so willingly in defense of his family. Or maybe… maybe it was just how utterly handsome he was.

            Your secret husband wouldn’t say the same. In fact, he despised Cesare Borgia. Who wouldn’t? The man’s father killed his family.

            If anyone found out about Ezio Auditore’s marriage, it would ruin him, after all.

            And Cesare was the only other person who knew about it.

            Yay tension.

            So right now, you were walking the frigid streets of Rome. People bustled by you, and some you pushed by. You’d been thinking that day, thinking perhaps too much about everything that was going on.

            Your family is gone; you’re alone in Italy while they enjoy the spoils of Spain.

            You and Ezio had a fight, a bigone.

            It was way too cold outside.

            And you saw Cesare in- of all places- a den for prostitutes.

            As if that was any surprise anyways.

            You walk down the chilly street; your legs are weary with thought. Stupid brain. Stop thinking. You don’t want to feel like this. You hate feeling like this. It hurts too much, all these damn relationship problems, broken ties, and loose ends. No matter what you do, how you try to be positive, no matter how strong you try to be, it all doesn’t stop you from falling to your knees. As soon as you do, a commotion erupts from the street. You look up and see it. A swordfight, between…

            …you can’t tell. Flashes of red, white, a hidden blade stops a sword above the heads of everyone. Ezio. You get up and hastily push through the gathering crowd of coats and hot breath steaming up into the air. Neither of the men notice you. The other one is Cesare. Well perfect.

           Clash.

“You damned Borgias! You know nothing of family! Of chaste! You’ve ruined every path you’ve trodden on!”

           Clash.

“Our family has problems of our own!”

           Clash.

“At least your family hasn’t been killed on false charges!”

            “Stop!” You shout, running out and grabbing Ezio’s wrist. It is jerked away from you sharply. A cutting sensation, quick but enough to do damage, comes from your right arm as a small blade makes contact. You exclaim out in pain and fall, holding your shoulder. The two men gasp- along with the crowd- and look at you. You can feel blood coming from your wound, and fast.

            “Look what you’ve done now!” Cesare snarls at your husband.

            “No, I didn’t…”

            Your eyes close as you let the pain seep through your body. Rough hands sit you up. You hear the ripping of cloth and open your eyes to see Cesare tearing the hem of his cape off. He pulls it away with a bit of a snap and grabs your arm gently. You look around for Ezio, but don’t see his white outfit anywhere in the mob of people surrounding you. A sting rips through your body as Cesare ties your arm up tightly with the tourniquet. You flinch a little and look at him. His eyes, his face, are solemn.

            “Why are you helping me?” You finally ask. He shouldn’t be. He hated you.

            “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” He replies flatly, “unless I am mistaken.” He looks up at you, right into your eyes.

            “Then doesn’t that make Ezio your friend?”

            “No… no, it does not. Do you want me to help you or not?”

            You nod your head slowly, not wanting to take your eyes from his. His hand is still on your arm. He takes it away after a moment and starts to turn away. Your heart sinks, but then you realize that he didn’t repel himself from you. He stayed. First one that has… He can’t seem to look away either.

            His next words are murmured.

            “The forest’s edge, by the river, tomorrow, at dawn.” His clouded breath hits your face like a witch’s spell, trapping you and drawing your desire closer to him.

            You nod, understanding this as a rendezvous, almost unable to hear it by the murmuring of the crowd. He stands and walks away, the crowd parting to let him pass, leaving you to stare wistfully after him.

            You eventually make your way home and flop down into your bed. The warmth from the fireplace is enough to make you stop shaking with icicle cold. You sigh. Ezio will be back soon. Or maybe he won’t. You almost hope he doesn’t. He’s a good husband, he does what he needs to, but he’s so detached sometimes. You close your eyes. After a moment, the door opens, and your name is called by Ezio’s voice. You don’t move as his footsteps come to the doorframe of your shared bedroom. He says your name, his voice shaking a little. You roll on your good side away from him.

            “Please, my love. You must understand.”

            “Understand what?” Your tone is totally flat. You hold no compassion. “Your clumsiness? If you ask me, with the way you’ve been lately, I’d say you don’t love me at all.”

            “That’s simply not the truth!” He objects. You feel the bed dip down as he gets on it. “Come on, now. You know me better than that.” His hand grabs your shoulder to turn you toward him. You recoil as he touches the gash he created. He draws his hand back, and you turn yourself to look at him.

            Your eyes are hardened toward his loving and apologetic gaze. “You’re not Ezio Auditore… not the one I fell in love with.” You sigh. “That man was courageous and strong. He wouldn’t have run away. If I truly knew you when I married you, I wouldn’t have married at all.”

            His hand found itself on your cheek. It was warm. Rough, but warm. You knew the feel of it well, and wanted to be comforted by it, but it wasn’t working this time. He’d gone too far for too long, and you were fed up with it. It was one thing after another with him, and all he had was excuses and alibis. Infidelity was a big issue between you two as well; he claimed that he only did it to get information. You knew better, knew him better. You did now, anyways.

            “Darling.”

            “Don’t call me that.”

            Ezio’s eyes are pleading. It almost breaks your heart. Almost.  You cast your eyes away from him.

            “My love…”

            You push his hand away from your cheek and sit up in the bed. “Don’t call me that, either.”

            He puts his hand on your leg. “Please, don’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, I just-”

            “Get busy. Yeah. I know.” You swing your legs off the side of the bed, jerking them from his hand, and touch your feet to the wood floor. “You’ve told me that before.”

            “Don’t leave me.”

            You force yourself to stand, the boards creaking under you as you do. “I’ll be back in the morning.” You put on a coat and shoes. You hear Ezio say your name again as you walk out of the house. As you step outside, you can see your breath again. You begin to move toward your rendezvous, your shoes making no impact on the cobblestone beneath you as you step on them like thousands of others had. Yours is just one in a million. That’s just like Ezio, isn’t it? I’m only one in a million to him, a drop of water in a sea of women and men. So why did he marry if he knew he had a problem- no, an addiction- to sex? Was he that stupid? Or was I that stupid? You sigh and pull your jacket more over your chest to escape how utterly gelid the night seems to be.

            Your feet carry you where Cesare told you to meet him. You nestle down by a tree, ignoring the frost bound to fall with the dawn that is coming soon, and close your eyes against the arctic wind, waiting for him.

            You wake up shivering. You didn’t mean to fall asleep. A warm body is next to you, holding you close. You open your eyes and move some of the figure’s black hair out of your face, thinking it to be Ezio’s. You look over, however, and see Cesare Borgia. Your face flushes. Another cold wind blows through, making you huddle closer to him.

            His eyes open and look at you.

            “Hello,” You stammer. He smiles.

            “Hello.”

            “How long have you been here?”

            “I was here at dawn.”

            You look up, feeling yourself shake and shudder. The sun is high in the sky. “Oh.” You don’t remember your promise to Ezio about your return, but instead curl into Cesare to escape another gale. His arms encase you and hold you close, warming you. Your eyes close again.

            Suddenly, a soft hand lifts up your chin. You ignore the fact at how much of Italy’s blood it’s stained by, and your mind bypasses it completely. He was a man of God, and a man no less.

            “What are you-”

            “You shouldn’t love an infidel. You deserve so much better, amore mio.”

            Before you have time to react, Cesare Borgia closes the distance between your heads in a sweet kiss.

            How unfortunate that you didn’t notice him draw his dagger.

            By the time he plunges it into your back, it’s too late.

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 19: A growing fear

Summary:

As the attacks continue Cesare and Alessandra struggle to see a way out

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5160263/chapters/18816494

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

PAIRING: EZIO / ALESSANDRA (OC) CESARE/ ALESSANDRA (OC)

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 18: A man I could love

Summary:

Alessandra finds so many contradictions, but as the months pass things change

CHAPTER LINK:http://archiveofourown.org/works/5160263/chapters/18422527

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

PAIRING: EZIO / ALESSANDRA (OC) CESARE/ ALESSANDRA (OC)

️ ACCADDE OGGI ️

Il 15 marzo del 44 a.C., presso la Curia di Pompeo, luogo in cui si riuniva il Senato di Roma, veniva assassinato Gaio Giulio Cesare.

Politico raffinato e sottile, abile soprattutto nel piegare gli altri ai propri scopi, e legislatore dalle amplissime vedute, capace di elaborare nel tempo un programma di riforme paragonabile a quelli di Caio Gracco e di Silla; oratore di livello straordinario e scrittore dallo stile limpidissimo, ingegnere e riformatore del calendario, capace dunque di eccellere in qualsiasi cosa cui si applicasse, questo patrizio di antica schiatta era illuminato dalla rara scintilla del genio. Tale egli si rivelò anche nel campo dell’arte militare: oltre alla conquista della Gallia, durante le successive guerre civili i generali migliori di Roma furono schierati tutti contro di lui ed egli seppe superare il talento organizzativo di Pompeo e l’astuzia di Afranio, la rude tempra di Petreio e la maestria tattica di Labieno.

Furono probabilmente proprio i successi in Gallia e l’attrazione magnetica che egli sentì ben presto di esercitare sui propri soldati a spingerlo verso un’ambizione monarchica che, latente forse fino dalla giovinezza, era stata tuttavia controllata e riposta nella prima fase della sua carriera politica, tutta dedicata, in apparenza, a far trionfare la causa dei populares. Fu probabilmente solo alla vigilia della guerra civile che si manifestarono per la prima volta le mire di Cesare, volte in apparenza all’instaurazione di una sovranità forse di stampo ellenistico.

Come altri grandi prima di lui, egli fu tradito dalla presunzione della sua stessa intelligenza. Solo, fatale errore fu il non aver capito che quanto era evidente a lui stesso – omnem potentiam in unum conferri pacis interesse: che, per dirla con Tacito, giovava alla causa della pace attribuire ormai tutto il potere ad un solo uomo – non lo era alla massa dei cittadini romani e a buona parte della nobilitas senatoria.

Il suo nome riecheggia nella storia da più di 2000 anni e ancora riecheggerà forse per l’eternità. Lui è Gaius Iulius Caesar. L’uomo che cambiò Roma e la storia.