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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:53 pm

She rested her head against his arm as they wandered into the book store that bore the infamous Maciavelli's name. "Another Florentine lost in Venice" she thought to herself.

The booksotre had been set up on the first to floor of an old 17th century Pallazzo. The colours were faded but it had once been a bright ochre colour. The front door was a heavy ebony and the door handles were silver, a nod back to the heyday of Venice, and the height of the Doge's power. Once inside the door their boots echoed across a black and white marble tiled floor. The walls where once family portraits would have hund and works of the great masters, had borne witness to balls and muscians stood heavy wooden bookcases. One the cases sat leather bound books of the finest quality.

She walked slowly like Alice in Wonderland around the perimeter of the room. Her eyes gazing fixedly on the shelves, never leaving Gabriel. As she wondered and old man walked up to her and spoke.


"Signora Alighieri, è apleasure per vederlo ancora. Come posso aiutarlo?"

His voice bore the same Florentinian accent that she had.She let go of Gabriel and gave the old man a hug.

"Lorenzo, Ve li ho mancati così tanto Firenze di sinistra"

"Si e li ho mancati anche, bambino."

"Lorenzo, meet my friend Gabriel."

The old man eyed Gabriel suspiciously as a father would.

"Gabriel," he tunred back to Seraphina.

"What are you looking for my dear
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"The Prince by Machiavelli. My other favourite exiled Florentine,"

She leaned forward and whispered into the old mans ear,

"and a copy of the Divine Comedy."

She smiled sweetly at Lorenzo

"Ahhhh, I see. I will be right back. Wait here per favore."

The old man scurried off the other side of the room. She looked to Gabriel who seemed mildly confused.

"He was one of my professori."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Tue Oct 18, 2005 10:12 pm

Gabriel gave a nod to the man standing there as he eyed him. His judging gaze made him slightly uncomfortable causing Gabriel to shift. Seraphina continued to talk with the elderly man before he took off down a stack of books. She returned to him and spoke. He smiled as she explained Lorenzo's role in her life Gabriel smilied. He thought of his own professor, Annette DuBrisé.

"I wish I knew w'ere my old professur was Cheré. I would like 'er to know w'at I am doing know."

Annette and Gabriel had gotten along great, on a more personal level as well as a classroom level. He smiled, and let his mind wander, he wondered where he put his degree, but he remembered it was back in Paris, magnetted to his refridgerator.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Tue Oct 18, 2005 10:38 pm

She leaned over and kissed Gabriel lightly on the cheek just before Lorenzo turned around. HE came back to her with two books in his hands. She looked them over and nodded to him.

"Quanto?"

"Per voi Sera, niente."


"Siete lontani al genere a me, Lorenzo"

"Una ragazza bella li gradisce, mai"

She hugged him tightly again, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Grazie, Grazie, Lorenzo."

He asked what brought her to Venice and she explained breifly about the pictures she had take of San Marcos, and the restoration that had to be done, but politely forgot to mention who had caused it. She hugged him again and then turning to Gabriel and taking his hand led him out of the shop.

Once out of the shop she led him down to the pier, and hailed a Gondola.
They stepped in
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"You are getting better at this, Caro"

She said with levity in her voice.

Once they were seated she handed him La Commedia Divine.

"So you don't forget me."

She kissed him deeply as they moved through the Canals..

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Tue Oct 18, 2005 10:50 pm

He laughed as she handed him the book. He reached up with his other hand and rubbed the crucifix. He smiled at her and rubbed her hand.

"I'll never forget you mon Cheré, but let us not t'ink about dat, we 'ave a trip to Florence to look foreward to."

He smiled thinking of going to Florence with her. It would be a nice trip. Italy was turning out to be such a wonderful country. He laughed to himself as he continued to finger the crucifix.

"Mon amour, I jus 'ad an idea, 'ow about when we get back to Florence you let me cook you dinner mon Cher. Show you my passion."

He smiled at her as she gave him a curious look as to why he wanted to cook for her. He grinned thinking of what he might cook her.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:11 pm

It seemed odd to her that a man would want to cook for her, but if she knew anything about Gabriel it was that he was a romantic.

"That sounds wonderful, il mio Caro. I think it will be the first thing cooked in my kitchen ever."

She smiled broadly.

"You still have an entire evening to spend with me, Caro. Is there anything in Venice that you wish to see?"

She placed her right hand atop his that rested on the Commedia. And stared into his eyes searching his soul. She liked what she found. Again came her mothers voice from the back of her mind.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:25 pm

He smiled but cocked his head as he mentioned that it would be the first thing cooked in her kitchen. Though he would be honoured. It was about time his degree in cullinary arts came into play. With a smile he remembered the joys of cooking. He hadn't had the drive to do it, since well, before his immediate families funeral, at his cousin Claude's 16th birthday. He was only a year younger than Gabriel, so he must be around 22 now. Gabriel smiled thinking of his cousin. He should call him, they haven't talked since the before the first war. Gabriel didn't keep in touch with anyone really, even Xavier. But he shook these sad thoughts of lonely nights, he would now enjoy being with someone, while it lasted.

"Well, w'at is der to show me mon amour?"

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She shook her head at Gabriel's complicity in her dragging him all over Venice. She smiled, in fact she hadn't quit smiling since they came back to the city. Venice became her little bubble of happiness, as thoughts of him leaving began to gnaw at the edges of her mind, she just retreated into the moment. As they moved down the canal she thought of all the things she had seen and studied in Venice in her years in school.

"Caro, how about the Pallazo Ducale? That will Kill several hours."

Here I am in the most Romantic city on Earth, with the most wonderful man and I am being a tour guide. This is what I get for becoming an art historuian. Mio DIo! and next we are going to Florence. Poor Gabirel will definately get an ear full there. Her thoughts turned to home and a sense of sadness came over her. How much longer she would have a home. She pushed this thought into her bubble of perfection that ha become Venice as well.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Thu Oct 20, 2005 4:11 pm

He smiled as the sun continued to beam down upon them, it had become such a perfect day. He drapped his arms around her and smiled as he kissed her cheek gently thinking of the Pallazo Ducale, then of Florence. His inebidable detour along the way, slowly pushing that from his mind he laughed. He knew he would enjoy his time with her in Florence.

"Sounds fantastic Cher."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:24 am

She told the gondolier to head for the Pallazo Ducale. She snuggled into Gabriel's arms and sighed. As they went back the way they had come from the Pallazo San Marcos. She figured he had seent he Pallazo Ducale from San Marcos Bascilica, she hoped it would intrique him.

"I believe you will find the Pallazo Ducale stunning. It is the finest example of Gothic archetecture next to your own Notre Dame."

He laughed a little to himself as her accent mangled the french.

The rocking of the Gondola and the sound of the water lulled her into a dreamy state. she sighed again as she snuggled closer Gabriel. A sense of peace came over her. Nothing mattered anymore but Gabriel Faille. My life for his she thought to herself as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close.


"Tell me about France, Gabriel."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Oct 21, 2005 2:00 pm

He smiled to himself as she continued to snuggle closer to him. It was comforting. He sighed when she asked of France as his eyes glazed over.

"Well, mon amour, France is a lot like your very own Italy. De architecture is to die for, an de fashion scene is brilliant. So many wonderous 'appy looking people walk de streets of Paris. Such a beautiful city, everyone seems to be 'appy regardless of de got'ic architecture all 'round. Den dere is out side of de city...de beauty of magnificent rolling fields an orchards everyw'ere. A simple, yet pure beauty exsist outside de marvelous cities in France."

He sighed deeply, it had been so long since he thought of France, and Paris like that. She brought out the best him, that much was apparent. With a smile he kissed her ear before whispering into it.

"You must come see it one day, my love."

He wondered if she would notice this was the first time he called her his love in Enlish, their common language.

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Her heart skipped a beat and she answered with only a sigh of pure joy when he said my love in english. The common language had become a strange intamacy with the utterance of those two words. She sensed that a bridge had been crossed as far as their respective fates. They were now intermigled regardless of distance. She sat up and looked him square in the face her brown eyes locked on his green. She reached up and caressed his cheek, pressing her body against his she kissed him deeply on the lips. After they parted she moved closer and whispered in his ear.

"My love, my angel, it sounds glorious."

She sat back down beside him and snuggled up to him as she had been before. As they traveled down the canal an immense white and red marble building came into view. The immense gothic arches loomed over the pair of lovers. As the canal opened up into the bay the gondolier came to a stop.

"Gabriel, that is the Palazzo Ducale."

She said quietly letting the beauty of the Pallazzo envelope them both.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Oct 21, 2005 10:20 pm

He smiled as their lips parted. As she layed back down as the arches of the arches of the Palazzo Ducale came into view. He smiled and let the beauty invelop him. Strangley enough it reminded him of his Aries kneeling in the jungle. He was not about to mention it though. He kissed her cheek as she layed back down. He was so overwhelmed he almost missed her words. With a smile and a nod he acknowledged her. He then took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I am simply awestuck mon Cheré."

He smiled and kissed her hand again before his thumb resumed rubbing the back of her hand.

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Despite the number of times he had kissed her hand it still illicited a blush, and a coy smile. She looked up at him as he stood up to exit the gondola. Her eyes were full of light and her face was illuminated by an inner glow that the blush accented. She grabbed his extended hand as he helped her out of the gondola and onto the pier. Immediately she wrapped his left arm around her shoulders.

She smiled at him again before speaking. Her voice was low not wanting to destroy the magic of the moment.


"I would hate to bore you with yet another lecture on the history of La Serenissima,"

she couldn't supress a smile, and a good natured shove, as they started arm in arm down towards the loggio, which thye had seen from the bay.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:01 pm

He couldn't help but smile as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. The architecture was truely magnificent. The arches were absolutely wonderful. His smile grew as his eyes caressed the magnificent building. As she spoke he got closer to her and whispered into her ear, needing to break the moment with some form of joke.

"But I love your lectures mon professeur."

He grinned as she gave him a playful shove. He laughed as he put his arm around her shoulders again before giving her a majorly exagerated kiss upon the cheek, including the sound. He grinned as she turned to him trying to glare while trying to keep in a laugh aswell.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Seraphina Alighieri on Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:10 pm

The laugh won out over the glare, as her silver toned giggle echoed through the loggio. Quickly she regained her composure and put on her serious art historian face and pointed off to her left.

"Within the marble walls of the Ducal palace all aspects of goverenment were attended too, The Doge and the Council of 100 were all housed here as well as Venice's infamous Golden Book."

She smiled broadly at him, a light dancing in her eyes.
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"Any Questions?"

Again the laughing won out.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:30 pm

He smiled as she spoke and when she stepped out infront of him he grinned and watched as she pointed and informed him. How Gabriel love it. When she was laughing he wrapped his arms around her under her outstreched arm and hugged her tight.

"Oui, why aren't you a tour guide?"

His accent showed as he spoke and kissed her cheek before lifting her up. Gabriel had no idea what had come over him. He was jsut so happy. He spun her once before setting her down again. He kissed her cheek again as he let go.

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All she could do was smile as Gabriel spun her around. This is what I have been waiting for she thought to herself. Before he stepped away she grabbed onto his forearms so she could look up into his eyes. She could not stop smiling.

"I am not a tour guide, quite frankly, because I bore people."

She hid her face in his chest. I have never been so happy so decadently happy. She placed a hand over the crucifix and rested her head al ittle longer on his chest, beofre stepping back.

"I have something to show you."

She grabbed his hand and jogged towards the end of the loggio. She stopped at one of the arches. the Ciniquefoil directly above her head she was perfectly framed within the arch. Behind her was nothing but sky, and the bay.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:57 pm

As she jogged over he could not help but smile as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed over after her. He looked at the ground then back up at her.

"Jus, w'at I came to see my love. De most beautiful woman perfectly framed in Venice."

With a smile he wandered over to her and took her up in his arms before placing a deep kiss upon her lips. This was the moment, this was what life was all about. With a kiss like that nothing matters anymore, but Gabriel and Seraphina. Complete omnipotence for a moment as the kiss lasts. As it breaks he smiled, like Gabriel had not smiled as long as he could remember.

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Seraphina watched as he walked towards her, still smiling. She enjoyed looking at him having him near.

"Jus, w'at I came to see my love. De most beautiful woman perfectly framed in Venice
."

She stood speechless as he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. So much emotion filled her that her heart broke open wide to him, no defenses he knew her heart as intimately as she did. Seraphina and Gabriel were all that mattered.Venice melted away, any memory of a time before that kiss was gone. It seemed an eternity before the kiss ended. She felt oddly lonely afterwards, being newly seperated from him. She could barely breathe and clung to him as though she had vertigo.

Slowly she moved one hand to her lips and let her finger tips linger there, as she stared at him her brown eyes wide and brimming with tears of love.

"My love, my dearest falcon," she whispered barely audibly.

She leaned in against his chest unable to speak. Her romantic Florentine heart was too full for words. She leaned against him and let him stroke her hair, and closed her eyes. She didn't know how long they stood there in silence.

"Shall we go, my love?"

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He stood there holding her in the archway, stroking her hair for what seemed like hours after the kiss ended. He smiled as she just stayed there. He kissed her forehead after she spoke.

"If you so s'ould please mon amour."

He kissed her forehead again as they stepped off back toward the way that they had come.

"W'at next? Dinner, or per'aps more sight seeing? May'aps de Santa Maria dei Frari?"

He smiled as some of his knowledge of Venice shone through. She blinked at him for a moment as he grinned.

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