His eyes…they're what capture me the most. When he smiles, the way they gleam…when the demons rule, the way the gold shines through. He gazes at me, and I am entranced, willing to lay my life on the line if only to see those eyes. Every moment is finite, every second painfully short and sweet, and I'm left wondering….Cesare…when will you make that one bad move? What will happen if you finally fall?
I know that you are powerful. You are strong. You have the power of hell flowing through you, but that doesn't change my fears. I watch as you turn that hooded gaze to me…what do you hide? What personal beasts do you battle? The loss of your mother, the passion of your sister, and the scorn of your father…what pain do you fight off? What pain do those beasts feed off of?
But mostly, what can I do to make you tell me.
"Chiaro, what is it?"
Snapped out of his daze, Chiaro slowly seemed to resurface into his body, watching as Cesare readjusted the cardinal's robes around his pale and slender frame. Slowly rising from his lounging position on the bed, the assasin moved as if in a daze to stand before the dark haired male, studying those eyes in the mirror.
"Chiaro…it's not like you to be so quiet," Cesare stated, quirking one long brow over his confident stare. Instead of replying, Chiaro moved slowly in front of his friend—his king—to get a better look at him. "Chiaro…" the tone in Cesare's voice became worried, and a hint of fear played across his features. Never had Chiaro watched him in such a way, and the odd expression painted across the man's face made Cesare wary. Had Chiaro had enough of working for him? Would he finally betray him as the rest?
"Cesare," he finally murmured, the word leaving his lips like a prayer. It made the dark haired male shiver slightly, but he refused to show it. Refused to let even Chiaro see how his voice could affect him. Such feelings were not needed. After all…he had the demons in him to guide his hand, the Vatican twisted around his finger, and soon, all of Rome would be at his feet….
"Chi—" He began to chastise him, but before he could finish, soft lips pressed against his, desperate hands tangling into his hair.
I would give anything to drown in your embrace….
Cesare unwillingly lifted his arms to wrap around the other, the robe falling from his frame.
"My life is yours," Chiaro murmured against his lips, moving as one back to the bed. "I will stand by you till I die…"
If only to forever gaze at your eyes….