For Chaer: 2 of 5
Title: When My Life Finally Began
Author: Rosella
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse.
Prompt: Fabio/Rosa - Your version of their first meeting and subsequent proposal
Word count: Decent length...
From the moment that his dark eyes fell upon her, Fabio Candela instinctively knew there was something otherworldly about her; a goddess in disguise perhaps. A woman of unusual beauty to which he wanted to know more of; desired to know more...
The floor length dress was made up of various rags all patched together to keep a modest appearance- the many shawls that hung delicately on slender shoulders were clearly doing nothing against the biting winds and falling snow. Yet, there she stood, one of those scarves placed over her head, a large basket of brightly colored roses held in careworn hands, and an expression of complete acceptance that had Fabio instantly confused. It was almost as if she was content with her life as it was that very moment- Neither disappointed nor pleased; just acceptance. The tattered hemline rustled about like dried leaves caught in a low breeze over the cobblestone streets, echoed from one end of the road to the other. She held a single red rose out, trying to coax passersby into buying it for their beloved, but still many declined. There was no need for the men on this side of Sicily to give the women in their lives presents without merit. But their declines hardly placed a dent in the woman as she continued to try and sell the beautiful flowers with a bright smile and a gentle tone.
Fabio, for the first time in his life was speechless, lacking in courage to face the young rose peddler. So he... just stood there, practically gawking from across the road.
Rosa Medichi was far to accustomed to the wandering eyes of men. Their arrogant smiles and haughty attitudes that implied her inferiority. Many others mistaking her for the kind of woman, Rosa would never be (yet felt no disrespect for their line of work all the same). Growing up a little nobody-orphan with plenty of chances to taint her body with impurities, or become a marionette to some evil puppeteer, Rosa grew up with her virtue intact; never allowing others to mold her into something she clearly was not..
With an irritated sigh, she turns to face the man; shrugging her shoulders in question.
His lungs become frozen, dark brown eyes widening for the slightest of seconds before he frowns; forces his breathing to resume and begins to step forward. He is the mafia don to the most respected and feared family in all of underground Italy. And he wasn't about to let a mere woman turn him away.
With a gentle smile and an enchanting tilt of his hat, Fabio finally speaks to Rosa.
"....Uhm.... Uh-- Hello."
Granted it wasn't very articulate, nor did it shine him in the best light to the woman, but at least he did manage a clear greeting.
"... I only sell roses." Which was her reflex response to any man that approached. A response that had Fabio befuddled for a moment before nodding in understanding.
"Yes. I can see that."
"Oh..."
The blush that came through those dirt smudged cheeks was positively endearing that Fabio could not help but smile in return. His stomach seemed to flutter, his palms began to sweat, and there was a sudden urge to just whisk her away from the freezing streets to place her in a life she greatly deserved. For the sake of doing something with his hands, he reached up to twirl the end of his mustache while he thought of something else to say that didn't regard the weather. The silence only made her wary, caramel eyes looking left and right for a possible exit in case the strangely attractive man before her decided he wanted more than just her roses. When he made no move and still refused to talk, Rosa placed a hand to her hip after poking his chest rather hard. While it does break him out of his reverie, Fabio continues to say nothing as his head tips down a bit to stare at the lovely woman before him.
It was a wonder really, why he suddenly took notice of her out of so many that roamed the streets. That when he looked into her rich brown eyes, he knew everything would always be alright. How he couldn't wait to hear her voice, to feel her hand cradled lovingly in his. It was then that he decided that there could never be another woman like this in all of Italy, much less the world, and with that in mind- Fabio knew that walking away now would be the biggest mistake of his life.
Meanwhile, Rosa couldn't help but be reminded of a certain picture of a man that looked strangely like the one before her; With that finely curled mustache, the neatly pressed suit and top hat to match. He was straight out of a storybook, one that no doubt surrounded him with glorious women (to which he had saved from railroad tracks and incoming trains). The thought saddened her for a moment and it was just that, a moment. A careful shake of her head pulled those thoughts away. She was a nobody and he clearly was her opposite.
"If you don't mind. I have roses to sell." And so began to move away from the very silent figure before a firm hand reached out to take her arm captive.
"Don't leave..." His voice above a whisper, a fragile almost pleading tone that even he didn't know he could produce as he held tight to her arm. The brim of his top hat wanting to shadow his eyes, but kept steady so that every flicker of emotion that passed through those lovely eyes were not missed by him. The more Fabio was close to Rosa, it was simple enough to tell that he never wanted to be separated from her.
~~~
A year to that day, the couple walked down that very cobblestone road. Buildings pathetically leaning against one another for support, shutters hanging sadly upon their hinges, and dogs whining in hunger at the feet of those whom have less than they do. Her hand held preciously within his arm, her smile more radiant than he could ever be used to and she would admit to no one that her husband was less intimidating behind closed doors. They came to a stop at that same corner from one year ago and stared at each other in knowing silence. Fabio had rescued her from a life she did not deserve, while Rosa, in turn, had allowed for him to live for something that did not involve gunfire and brutality.
Author: Rosella
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse.
Prompt: Fabio/Rosa - Your version of their first meeting and subsequent proposal
Word count: Decent length...
From the moment that his dark eyes fell upon her, Fabio Candela instinctively knew there was something otherworldly about her; a goddess in disguise perhaps. A woman of unusual beauty to which he wanted to know more of; desired to know more...
The floor length dress was made up of various rags all patched together to keep a modest appearance- the many shawls that hung delicately on slender shoulders were clearly doing nothing against the biting winds and falling snow. Yet, there she stood, one of those scarves placed over her head, a large basket of brightly colored roses held in careworn hands, and an expression of complete acceptance that had Fabio instantly confused. It was almost as if she was content with her life as it was that very moment- Neither disappointed nor pleased; just acceptance. The tattered hemline rustled about like dried leaves caught in a low breeze over the cobblestone streets, echoed from one end of the road to the other. She held a single red rose out, trying to coax passersby into buying it for their beloved, but still many declined. There was no need for the men on this side of Sicily to give the women in their lives presents without merit. But their declines hardly placed a dent in the woman as she continued to try and sell the beautiful flowers with a bright smile and a gentle tone.
Fabio, for the first time in his life was speechless, lacking in courage to face the young rose peddler. So he... just stood there, practically gawking from across the road.
Rosa Medichi was far to accustomed to the wandering eyes of men. Their arrogant smiles and haughty attitudes that implied her inferiority. Many others mistaking her for the kind of woman, Rosa would never be (yet felt no disrespect for their line of work all the same). Growing up a little nobody-orphan with plenty of chances to taint her body with impurities, or become a marionette to some evil puppeteer, Rosa grew up with her virtue intact; never allowing others to mold her into something she clearly was not..
With an irritated sigh, she turns to face the man; shrugging her shoulders in question.
His lungs become frozen, dark brown eyes widening for the slightest of seconds before he frowns; forces his breathing to resume and begins to step forward. He is the mafia don to the most respected and feared family in all of underground Italy. And he wasn't about to let a mere woman turn him away.
With a gentle smile and an enchanting tilt of his hat, Fabio finally speaks to Rosa.
"....Uhm.... Uh-- Hello."
Granted it wasn't very articulate, nor did it shine him in the best light to the woman, but at least he did manage a clear greeting.
"... I only sell roses." Which was her reflex response to any man that approached. A response that had Fabio befuddled for a moment before nodding in understanding.
"Yes. I can see that."
"Oh..."
The blush that came through those dirt smudged cheeks was positively endearing that Fabio could not help but smile in return. His stomach seemed to flutter, his palms began to sweat, and there was a sudden urge to just whisk her away from the freezing streets to place her in a life she greatly deserved. For the sake of doing something with his hands, he reached up to twirl the end of his mustache while he thought of something else to say that didn't regard the weather. The silence only made her wary, caramel eyes looking left and right for a possible exit in case the strangely attractive man before her decided he wanted more than just her roses. When he made no move and still refused to talk, Rosa placed a hand to her hip after poking his chest rather hard. While it does break him out of his reverie, Fabio continues to say nothing as his head tips down a bit to stare at the lovely woman before him.
It was a wonder really, why he suddenly took notice of her out of so many that roamed the streets. That when he looked into her rich brown eyes, he knew everything would always be alright. How he couldn't wait to hear her voice, to feel her hand cradled lovingly in his. It was then that he decided that there could never be another woman like this in all of Italy, much less the world, and with that in mind- Fabio knew that walking away now would be the biggest mistake of his life.
Meanwhile, Rosa couldn't help but be reminded of a certain picture of a man that looked strangely like the one before her; With that finely curled mustache, the neatly pressed suit and top hat to match. He was straight out of a storybook, one that no doubt surrounded him with glorious women (to which he had saved from railroad tracks and incoming trains). The thought saddened her for a moment and it was just that, a moment. A careful shake of her head pulled those thoughts away. She was a nobody and he clearly was her opposite.
"If you don't mind. I have roses to sell." And so began to move away from the very silent figure before a firm hand reached out to take her arm captive.
"Don't leave..." His voice above a whisper, a fragile almost pleading tone that even he didn't know he could produce as he held tight to her arm. The brim of his top hat wanting to shadow his eyes, but kept steady so that every flicker of emotion that passed through those lovely eyes were not missed by him. The more Fabio was close to Rosa, it was simple enough to tell that he never wanted to be separated from her.
~~~
A year to that day, the couple walked down that very cobblestone road. Buildings pathetically leaning against one another for support, shutters hanging sadly upon their hinges, and dogs whining in hunger at the feet of those whom have less than they do. Her hand held preciously within his arm, her smile more radiant than he could ever be used to and she would admit to no one that her husband was less intimidating behind closed doors. They came to a stop at that same corner from one year ago and stared at each other in knowing silence. Fabio had rescued her from a life she did not deserve, while Rosa, in turn, had allowed for him to live for something that did not involve gunfire and brutality.