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artmagnifique:

LEONARDO DA VINCI. The Lady with an Ermine, 1496, oil on panel.

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In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

Leonardo da Vinci (via stardust-seedling)

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    “—let’s go to Italy. come with me. until the illness dies out,” he tells him and then smiles as he kisses him, leans into him, taking a firm hold of his shirt and pulling him closer.

    andrea smiled at his words, such romantic manner, he leaned on closer and hugged him tightly, biting his lower lip and sighing a little; “thank you..” he said before pulling a little back, leaning to him again, taking a hold of his jaw and kissing him;;

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    “—no, my Lady, you have not offended me. all I am saying is that it is dangerous. this is a weapon device.”

“Why what is it I shouldn’t do? I was merely looking at you are you saying I have offended you in some way?” She questioned

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    “—not very, at this point. it is just a little...breakable.”

   “is it.. dangerous?”

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    “Of course.” he nods. “You see, this here,” he tells her as he picks up the device, “is a scale model for a weapon I am working on. what it does is; you load it with these,” he takes some odd, ball like looking in his hands, “and fire. these are explosives. now...they real ones will be; these are just fireworks. do you wish to try?”

  “may you guide me kind sir?“

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     "—I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he tells them, looking at them with a look, prompting them to quit studying his device.

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      To be of service to his Florence ruler is most agreeable by him; the French King does not seem to appreciate his work much, has not even met him yet even though he attempted to once (or was it twice?). And he is most willing to display his abilities too, confident that his skills will impress both the Minister and his Royal Highness. “I thank you, Lord Orsini. I shall await for your call then, should his Royal Highness be interested in my work.” 

He nods, appeased and satisfied at his words, for he strives for the betterment of His Royal Highness’ reign in all aspects and respects, and he knows this young man has not little to offer His Royal Highness; soon, they shall be building new ships, too, and to have men of his skill work for them, will be most agreeable, he believes– for never has Italian land seen a more militaristic ruler than His Royal Highness, and they shall all submit themselves totally to his will and do what they can to support Him in all that he does and protect their land. “I shall see to the matter at once–” he promises, “See that you prepare yourself, for His Royal Highness may send for you, soon.”

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          “Don’t be...” But he understood how fear roots in one’s heart; uninvited and often an overstaying guest, too. His hands gripped at his shirt, pulling him a little closer. “I will keep you safe, Andrea.” He promised; though he knows he cannot be one hundred percent sure he will be able to keep his word.

   “i.. don’t know, i’m afraid;” he said glancing down; he smiled as he held his hands and looked at his eyes in a happy way; “thank you..” he said, lying forward up to him to offer his a warm and romantic kiss;;

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          “Your Majesty,” he bows and begins walking a step or two behind him. “May I have a moment to speak with you?”

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         "Why would you say that?” Leonardo questioned, turning to fully face him, squeezing Andrea’s hand in both of his. “We can. And we will be fine.” He assured, a small smile on his lips.

andrea smiled warmly as he held his hands in his; “anything but this.. please;;” the greek man said;; “i.. suppose we will..” he said in a silent manner; gazing down;

“we could go at italy but.. i am not certain it is wise to do so;”

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       Though of French heritage too, Italy was his home (he had grew up there, after all). The older man’s words pleased him, for there would be nothing more pleasing to him than to, somehow, help aid in the expanse of the Grand Duke’s power —despite his temper, it was most evident to all how much he was capable of and the love he bore for Florence. “Only that I am at his disposal. Nothing would please me more than to serve him; it would be the utmost honor.”

“To serve his Royal Highness is to serve God.” he nods, pleased by his eagerness to offer his services to the Grand Duchy. “I will write a report to both the Grand Duke and council in all of your favours, then; I know that in your heart your are the most loyal of all men, child; and shall you assure his Royal Highness that you will labour unremittingly in his Royal Highness’s interest, in the hope of repaying the great trust he shall show in you, should we offer you a position, I shall take care of the matter myself.” he extends the offer, for he has always been honest and fair minded in these dealings with the men of D’ Este’s nature and many talents. “What have you to say to his Royal Highness?”

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        Mayhaps he does not know much about the plague, but what he knows is that it is extremely contagious, and though he wishes to help he also would prefer not to get sick —or die. So he nodded and found something to help lift the man slightly upwards so they could administrate the potion with more ease.

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Why live an ordinary life, when you can live an extraordinary one.

Anthony Robbins (via psych-facts)

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Flowers studies by Leonardo da Vinci

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      Her words sparkle his interest and he leans against the tree. “Do say, what kind of help is it that you need?” For he regards her as a friend and he is most willing to offer aid if he can and given it is within his set of abilities and skills —which most likely is, if one thinks of the many things he can do and is capable of.

Her eyes grow big in the silver moonlight while she watches him garner the doe’s trust and feed her a selection of leaves. The fawn makes a wet, low sound with its tongue and its mother curls around it; he works, and she watches him with rapt attention, her head a mess of thoughts while she stands there, poised and dripping with a peculiar air, listening to the creek that swirls around the foothills in a thin ribbon of silver, rush and hiss. Behind them, the moon is beginning to curl its fingers over the horizon, a pale light banding the mountainsides and the slick length of the river that runs deeply in the mid of the valley above the forests. She collects her words in her mouth, the stars licking the contours of her face, and when he turns to her, she smiles, most practised at the art of conversation and manipulation, hoping to obtain the answer of her liking. “How pleasant!” she smiles, relieved, and then she moves toward the lake to gather fresh water for the fawn. She allows the stream to pour into the silver bowl she’s brought with her, her eyes glittering in the half-light that is spilling over them through the thick treetops, and she pulls herself up to her feet to slip back toward the mother and the fawn; she kneels amid the grass, her skirts flowing around her, and sets the bowl at the fawn’s paws, draws the thicket back into its place before her gaze travels up the length of Leonardo’s chest to his face. “Leonardo…I must speak with you;” she drawls then, her lovely face silvered by the moonlight, and a random jolt of anxiety shoots up the length of her spine and uncoils in the base of her throat; she swallows and collects herself, and her eyes glisten whilst she holds his gaze. Her hands move to fold most delicately upon the laces of her skirt, and she stares at him for a second, most calculating and devious. “I shall speak plainly, for I think you a man of honor and know that you harbor no ill feelings toward me; I trust you.” she tells him, and the deer stir behind the thicket, drinking deeply from the bowl; the birds nesting in the tress coo and huddle together, feathers rustling. “–I need your help…” she exhales, her voice dripping with poise, cool and light; there is a long, heavy pause to allow her words to fully sink in, and then, she speaks, “–and if you offer it, I will be forever in your debt. I promise.”  she promises, blinking up at him with starlight sparkling in her eyes. “–oblige me?” she smiles a little, half nervous, half self-collected, seeking to lighten the mood while they converse in the midst of the dark, musty forest.

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         He nodded most willing to aid in whatever he could. Even if he was not familiar with the disease to the extend that he would be deemed necessary, he was smart and learning was so easy to him; much like breathing.

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