godhead [COMPLETED]

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"Donatello come on let's go party or something"

"No thanks"

"Come on you've been here for 6 weeks.
You smell.
You have the beard the size of a wasp nest and you look sickly."

"Anything else?"

" I'm bored!" He complained. "I came back from a month long commission and you look like a Hispanic santa clause?" He chuckled.

"Maybe you should start up painting again?  I heard your commission didn't go to well."

"That's a low blow" he chuckled, lifting up another canvas to observe.

"Word on the streets is that you didn't even go to your gallery opening! You sold the most expensive portait given to Spain in the history of its founding and you haven't even celebrated?
You are history yet you're here. Sulking"

"Is there a reason why you decided to come Picazzo?" I asked impatiently. He chuckled but nodded, understanding I wanted my peace.

"Come on!" He announces, pulling me away from my canvas. "Your mother said I was in charge of helping you get ready for dinner"

"Let go " I chuckled trying to wrestle away but he was adamant. I was hungry anyway so I didn't protest as much.

———

"So that is when I told Lady Duvont thst I would raise my fee to 600 dublins. She was insufferable but her pockets were lengthy" Picazzo chuckled, retelling his tale of his adventures in France on commission.

I sat next to him at the dinning table. Picazzo continued piling his plate high with food. I for one was not as hungry but only filled my plate so mother would not make a fuss.

Suddenly, a knock at the door. 🙄

"Donatello? Could you get that?" My mother fusses, bringing in two more bowls of food.

"We're we expecting someone else?" I asked her.

"Not that I know of." She looked as confused as me.
Picazzo smiled boyishly but shrugged, pretending as if he did not know. What had he done?

I rolled my eyes but stood from my chair to open the door. I was a bit surprised to see a woman whose features I had been so distant from yet were so familiar.

"Laura?" I said, looking into her eyes as she stood at the door.
She smiled so charmingly...it was almost perfect....  as if it were rehearsed.

"Sir Donatello." She said barely above a whisper. She lifted a finger to her hair, pushing a curl behind her ear.

I couldn't help but linger upon her features. Isabel Laura was an old flame. Technically, we were both betrothed to each other but an abrupt trip to Genovia ceased those plans.

It had been almost a year since I'd seen her last. She had no clue who Calla was or the love we shared. To Laura? I was still betrothed to her.

"Are you just going to stand there or, are you going to let me in?" She giggled. I nodded, stepping from beyond the door and allowing her in.

———

Yea.... I'm not doing a Donatello and Laura arc.

Current day

Calla

I knew it had been a long day. After our visit to the fair, Donatello had left me alone and stormed back to his house.