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You can call me Licia. Sci-fi, fantasy, and feminism are my life. Stubbornly multifandom, including Hannibal, Fringe, Vikings, Outlander, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Agents of SHIELD, The Borgias, The Hour, Misfits, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, Monty Python, Star Wars, Star Trek, and whatever random stuff pops up on my dash.
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Cesare/Lucrezia, the pairing that destroys me like no other

You know that pain you get in your chest sometimes?

It’s like a squeeze around your heart, as if something deep inside you freezes for a moment and is overcome by a flash of uncontrollable, unpredictable emotion. It’s so rare that you almost enjoy the sensation, since it’s the signal of something that touches you profoundly, but the pain is undeniable.

Episode 4 gave me that feeling.

I have never experienced the same roller coaster of emotions as with this pairing—Cesare/Lucrezia is a heady, addictive mix of contradictory elements: irrefutable love tied to inevitable destruction, mutual devotion forced aside by familial obedience, the clarity of sweetness darkened by dangerous sexual attraction, desperate longing alongside desperate closeness.

I am almost glad that there will be a few weeks without shared scenes between my OTP— I don’t think I could handle it.

My heart needs time to heal from the bruises.

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