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[alessandra marta de costa]

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[carlisle lucas de costa]

* CARLISLE ( LUCAS ) DE COSTA ,





Carlisle was busy with work, as usual, and he hated to neglect his children. The house was big, empty and silent; he assumed Michael was downstairs booking orders and names and that Alex was working on her homework. He missed the days when the children were young, when the pitter-patter of their little feet echoed down the hallway. He had often wished that he had a wife and more children, and then maybe he would give up the mobster life to be a family man. But when Amy left, he gave up those dreams to care for his two children on his own. As Carlisle set his expensive pen on the yellowed ledger that he was writing in, he thought about how Alex had never met her mother, or his mother. Alex's grandmother had never had any interest in him after Rita's shooting and his sudden remarriage to Amy.

It was a disappointing thing to him, Giana had been a staple in Michael's life: she had known how to handle a baby boy and raise him to be a respectable Italian... even if he did have dirty blond hair. Carlisle chuckled and wrote a few lines in his ledger. "February 11, 2010: made three business deals. 2CC, 7MeMe, 5OO. Lurlene Geovane, Thomi Hander, Uma Jekobs." He sighed deeply. His life existed primarily around ruining other people's lives, though they asked for it. He hated it and loved it...it was his livelihood, the tradition of his family. Something he could not give up. But his children must come first, they must.

There was nothing Carlisle loved more than his children. He despised Amy for abandoning him, but somewhere deep in the hollows of his heart, he missed her livelihood. Her beauty and entrancing smile, much of which Alex inherited. Sadly, Alex wasn't even named by her mother. Not a week after she was born, prematurely, Amy left. Left her darling child to be named and raised by a gangster. So Carlisle had cradled his daughter, and named her Alessandra, Defender of the People, in hopes that she may defend herself against the cruelty of her first days of life and the hardships she would endure. And then Marta, meaning Lady, in hopes that she would be a beautiful woman of culture, unlike his sister Marsie, who was beautiful, but yet a mob member.

That was one thing Carlisle would never have for his daughter and why he held her at arms length. He would not have her interested in the mob or any of it's dealings. his head snapped up at the small noise that he heard outside his office. It was quiet, but he could discern the sound of his daughter's voice, clucking in annoyance. He cowered guiltily and listened to her footsteps go into the living room. He then discerned her sweet, flute-like voice humming. He lifted himself from his leather desk chair, placing his hands on the desk and moved slowly through his office, leaning on the doorframe as he gazed into the sitting room.

She looked so lonely, his dear sweet child, and he hummed with her as he entered the room, his slender hands in his pockets. He wore a casual suit, in case anyone should arrive unexpectedly, and stood next to her chair, one hand on the back. She was small for age, a petite child with abundant black hair like her mother and a pang swept through his heart. Gently, he scooped Alex up in his arms (when had she gotten so big?) and sat her on his lap as he sat down in her chair. He cradled her like a child and kissed her forehead.

"Ciao mio angelo." He said softly in Italian. Hello my angel. He pushed her hair back with a smile and tapped her nose. How he wished he were closer to her.




tagged , who? ALESSANDRA MARTA DE COSTA
words , howmany ? 652
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
credit , rora @ hos

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[alessandra marta de costa]

left behind with hardly a trace
ALESSANDRA MARTA DE COSTA
but your name in lowercase
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She was surprised for a moment to hear her father humming along with her. However, she said nothing, and just lifted her gaze to meet his. He was wearing a suit, though it wasn’t as dressy as some of the suits he wore, it was probably because he wasn’t expecting anyone today, and wore it for just in case reasons. Even though she didn’t like the mob, she did like her father’s suits. She liked how they looked. Perhaps formal wear was her thing, even though she didn’t wear anything of that sort herself.

She passed a light smile to him as he came closer. She really did love her father, even though sometimes he didn’t have enough time for her. She could understand that. Not that it made her any less lonely. But that understanding kept her from having any qualms toward her father, and that was enough for her. As long as she could understand at least a little bit of it, she was okay, because it wasn’t like he was avoiding her or anything. Quite the opposite, actually.

Once again, there was a surprised look in her eyes as he picked her up, putting her on his lap, though it didn’t take long for her to cuddle into his chest and sigh. She smiled radiantly when he spoke to her in Italian. Growing up in an Italian speaking home, of course she understood her father. Even if she didn’t, was it that hard to decipher, those three simple, yet wonderful words?

“Ciao, mio padre.” She said, looking up at him. Of course she wanted to be closer to him, but once again, that understanding came in, and she wasn’t angry with him at all. Though a little sad because he ran a Mob, she knew that it was his choice, and wasn’t going to get angry about it.

However, her mother? Yes, she was very angry with her. It wasn’t so much as that she left her, but she left her father. From what she heard, he actually loved her and apparently, she didn’t love him enough to stay with him, even if she didn’t like his running of the Mob. Alex, for one, wasn’t going to leave just because she hated the Mob. She’d only have something to do with her family; the Mob meant nothing to her.

“Why did she leave us?” she questioned. In her opinion, her mother was selfish, and decided this without thinking. Was she too ashamed to face them now? She wanted a reason, and a good one at that. She wanted some kind of explanation. She didn’t care about why she had left her. Mother’s did it all the time. It was normal, and she had come to accept it, as sad as that sounded. However, who would leave the person that they love? Did she never really love her father? Then why? Why would she marry him? Why would she conceive a child with him?

To say she was bitter would be true. She had grown to hate that woman, even more than the woman that her father was with now, though she could see that it was one-sided love on the woman’s side. But it was saying a lot, because usually, she hated the women that her father was dating even more than her mother. But it had gotten worse over the years, and now? She hated no one more than her mother. No one.

“I don’t…. understand. It doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t connect.” Alex hated most anything that couldn’t be solved with logic, and she didn’t want to think of the woman that gave birth to her as the most horrible monster that walked the earth. What else was she supposed to think though? That it was all a big mistake? That somehow, her mother was…. In the right?

“I le dispiace.” She murmured, another sigh escaping her lips. Oh, how she was sorry for expressing her views of…. That woman…. To her father. He shouldn’t have to know. He had the right not to know. What if, for some reason, he still loved her? Would he be angry or disappointed with his daughter?

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I'M PINNING Carlisle
I AM finished.
GRAMMY GOES TO No one?
WE ARE IN the de Costa Residence.
LOOKING hanging about
WORD SAYS 699
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
GRAPHIC SKILLS TO Raven and her crappy Paint.Net
I'VE GOTTA SAY It's probably not much to go off of..... but it was the best I could pull. My muse is a little down. Perhaps this thing would be easier for you to read over?