Veni Scripsi Vici
NOTES: This came to me when I was trying to overcome writer's block on my fic, Call Me Davey. I started writing this, then realized that it didn't really fit anywhere in the story. I haven't managed to overcome that writer's block, so it could be a while before any of you see Call Me Davey. I only have an introduction for it so far! Also, expect to see lots of Toby fics from me. Enjoy! Please review.
Who Am I?
I am David Connor, born the son of a poor Londoner and a poor Irishwoman in Wexford, Ireland. David Connor, the filthy urchin begging for pennies on the street. David Connor, the whore's brother. David Connor, the orphan working for a barber to earn money for his unmarried, destitute sisters. David Connor, the lonely young man who left London and never came back.
I am Adolfo Pirelli, born the son of an Italian nobleman and his rich wife in Florence, Italy. Adolfo Pirelli, the spoiled and cosseted child who always got what he wanted. Adolfo Pirelli, the boy who, at an early age, showed remarkable talent. Adolfo Pirelli, the young man with dozens of women seeking for him to court them. Adolfo Pirelli, the barber of kings. Adolfo Pirelli, the successful young man who came to London and never left.
I am David Connor, the silver-tongued blackmailer. David Connor, the man who can strike a deal with anyone. David Connor, the overconfident young man who went upstairs and never came down.