I think everyone has that [a natural darkness], actually. I think you just have to be honest about it and be willing to explore that.
Goodbye, Cesare Borgia.
He dressed her in a black velvet gown with elegant trim to replace the tattered, bloody clothes she had been arrested in. Cesare himself always wore all black, one of the first in Italy to reject the older fashion of bright fabrics in favor of the dark tones that set off his pale skin and golden hair. Together, the two made a striking pair. […] Borgia tried to pass them off as honeymooners […] A few fell for the dupe, claiming that Cesare seemed quite enamored.
– Elizabeth Lev, The Tigress of Forli
- I will never wash this blood away.
- Then I must.
You will be naked, clean, and bloodless again. And mine.
why is it your touch is the only one that soothes me? and you spend a lifetime pulling away from me. i’m tired of that. i’m tired of my husband. i’m tired of life. the only thing that never tires me, is you. will you tell me why. why, why we’re cursed with this feeling that feels so… natural. and good. why when we’re together, god seems to sit in the room with us. and when you’re away, i manage to forget you. and then… one touch of your hand and god comes rushing back.
Cesare Borgia 3.10 The Prince
Whatever it is, it overwhelms…