Giovanni de' Medici, even at 16, already was too fat to go hunting. Shortsighted like a mole, too. Yet hunt he did, it being de rigueur for a young man of his station. Hunting with Giovanni, all those tedious pastimes Father forced Cesare to... hunting with Giovanni consisted of sitting on one's arse, next to the giant flabby baby, and wait until the Medici huntsmen had flushed panicked rabbits and deer to stall right in front of Giovanni's arquebus. There was no art in it, no speed. No branches nor brush to whip your face in pursuit. You had to sit and wait next to the dumpling and then give him first shot.
Recalling this, Cesare walks next to Jonathan and almost closes his eyes. His hands are loosely clasped in his back. "Splendid." He smiles, corners of his eyes warmly a-crinkle. "I am glad you are coming along. You can warn us what's a tourist trap."
Behind the boy's back he catches Isabel's eye. "Bellissim'," he mouths. His tongue darts out a little, licks his bottom lip with just a hint of obscenity for seasoning.
"My cousin and I are just fumbling in the dark here, you know? have you ever been to Italy, Jonathan?"
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Date: 2008-11-19 01:53 pm (UTC)Recalling this, Cesare walks next to Jonathan and almost closes his eyes. His hands are loosely clasped in his back. "Splendid." He smiles, corners of his eyes warmly a-crinkle. "I am glad you are coming along. You can warn us what's a tourist trap."
Behind the boy's back he catches Isabel's eye. "Bellissim'," he mouths. His tongue darts out a little, licks his bottom lip with just a hint of obscenity for seasoning.
"My cousin and I are just fumbling in the dark here, you know? have you ever been to Italy, Jonathan?"