[as has always been the case in her life, there exists the sense of herself that she has when Cesare is away, and then there is the maelstrom that inhabits her when he is near. as such, Lucrezia has only a moment's warning to recognize Cesare's approach through the crowd by sound of his footsteps alone, and then she's swept up in the tide again. like almost literally, he's got her by the elbow before she can offer her would-be dinner date so much as a fond farewell, and then there is nothing but the press of his body against and around hers, enveloping her like a vice.]
Cesare--!
[she goes up onto her toes to throw her arms around his shoulders, to bury her hands in his hair, and kiss his mouth. you know, a very normal way for a sister to greet her brother.]
cw: canon-typical borgia dynamics 😬 (sibling incest)
Cesare--!
[she goes up onto her toes to throw her arms around his shoulders, to bury her hands in his hair, and kiss his mouth. you know, a very normal way for a sister to greet her brother.]