Modern-verse Summer
There are few, or there are many things Lu Borgia wants out of her life. One of them, the most important to her, is to be happy. Happiness is something that does not come often to Borgias. They are a tragic family; full of pain, ambition, and ruin. The only time she can count herself happy is when her brother, her dearest brother, her knight in various kinds of armor, her Cesare is near. She is barely in high school, but she excels in things she thinks her father doesn't completely approve of, though he is the first to tell her how proud he is, and as publicly as possible. They are a family of photo opportunities. Her summers are filled with the community theatre, volunteering one day a week, taking some of the community college's craft classes and anything else she finds herself distracted with. There isn't a lot that the fifteen year old Borgia hadn't dabbled in---well, that was appropriate for her to be dabbling in.
Her passion lies in the arts. She loves to act, to write poetry, and to make things with her hands. She could be content doing these little things for the rest of her life, even if the idea is quite childish to her father. Rodrigo has bigger ambitions for her---for all of his children. He's had his eye on drawing her into politics, which is a world she doesn't belong in. She is much too free-spirited to be chained to politics, or at least that's what Cesare has always said.
And Cesare has always said a great many things she found to be true. He is unbelievably wise, and smart, and she values his opinion--and sometimes his judgment above all else. She knows that he will never lead her the wrong direction; he will help her as best as he can make whatever decision that needs to be made with a weighted deliberation that she doesn't have in her own nature. Cesare has always been cautious, and always been calculated. She has been trying to cultivate more of the same traits in herself.
But today, today is a free day. Try-outs for the play started next week, and she is currently pouring over the script she pilfered from the main office to practice. She is excited; her first chance to try out Shakespeare. She has read all of Shakespeare, play by play, sonnet by sonnet with Cesare. He has always read with her the classics; believing she needs a strong foundation in such things. She'd read anything he directed her to, to please him. She walks from the back of the house out towards the little lounge area where lemonade and snacks have already been set out for her. Her and her brother, if he had the time to stop by.
She pulls her cell phone out of her shorts pocket, and looks at it for a long moment, before sending out a text to her brother, in hopes he'll reply and be there shortly. Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo?
It's hard for her to ignore that she shouldn't be referring to her brother as her lover, but he is the nearest and dearest, and she's always cast him in the most fatal of roles.
Her passion lies in the arts. She loves to act, to write poetry, and to make things with her hands. She could be content doing these little things for the rest of her life, even if the idea is quite childish to her father. Rodrigo has bigger ambitions for her---for all of his children. He's had his eye on drawing her into politics, which is a world she doesn't belong in. She is much too free-spirited to be chained to politics, or at least that's what Cesare has always said.
And Cesare has always said a great many things she found to be true. He is unbelievably wise, and smart, and she values his opinion--and sometimes his judgment above all else. She knows that he will never lead her the wrong direction; he will help her as best as he can make whatever decision that needs to be made with a weighted deliberation that she doesn't have in her own nature. Cesare has always been cautious, and always been calculated. She has been trying to cultivate more of the same traits in herself.
But today, today is a free day. Try-outs for the play started next week, and she is currently pouring over the script she pilfered from the main office to practice. She is excited; her first chance to try out Shakespeare. She has read all of Shakespeare, play by play, sonnet by sonnet with Cesare. He has always read with her the classics; believing she needs a strong foundation in such things. She'd read anything he directed her to, to please him. She walks from the back of the house out towards the little lounge area where lemonade and snacks have already been set out for her. Her and her brother, if he had the time to stop by.
She pulls her cell phone out of her shorts pocket, and looks at it for a long moment, before sending out a text to her brother, in hopes he'll reply and be there shortly. Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo?
It's hard for her to ignore that she shouldn't be referring to her brother as her lover, but he is the nearest and dearest, and she's always cast him in the most fatal of roles.
