In the peaceful realm of Vanaheim, Qrow Manor houses their criminally insane. Though it is a place to avoid, Ryan realizes entering the gates will be the only way to bring some peace back to their broken family. Unfortunately, everything comes at th...
A/N: In case anyone is wandering how this takes place in the 1300s when Finch's profile says he was born in the 1800s, don't worry. We'll get to that. It's not a mistake.
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1328, Rome, Midgaurd
The spiraling tower filled with art was lit up only by the sunlight cracking in through the dark curtains. Aside from trying to preserve the art inside, they also worked to protect the artist himself. A vampire of amazing skill, Finch had become a man well known for his work. To him, he'd be nothing without the beautiful angel who inspired him.
Sat atop one of the ledges, Finch continued to write away in his journal. The words he etched into those papers were refined tales of his love and the lessons it'd taught him. As he finished writing his last sentence for the day, he glanced down to his angel.
"My dear," He softly spoke as he closed the book, "Please, don't watch them. It'll only upset you."
Angelo sighed, letting the curtain fall back in it's place, "Sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for, my angel. I worry about you, that's all." He replied.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around himself and walking up the stairs. "I just don't like all the hatred. I don't understand how people can be so angry."
"Ignorance breeds hate." Finch took a short glance outside the window beside him to see the angered mob in the street below. "They have a right to be furious. The Emperor's decision is utterly foolish and dare I say, arrogant. To think he can take on the Ottoman Empire is outrageously bold, but children must learn lessons the hard way."
Angelo knelt down between his love's legs, resting his head against his chest, "Why can't they all learn tolerance?"
He petted his hand over his hair and admired the angel's beauty. "Are you speaking of the humans or the creatures?"
"Both..." He replied, "I fear they never will understand."
Finch delicately kissed the top of his head, "They don't need to understand. For humans and creatures alike, they will not learn from their mistakes. That is why I keep my thoughts to myself because it's not worth the breath to try to make them understand."
"Why do you bother writing them down then?" He asked as he saw the journal laying beside them.
"I don't want to forget what I've learned. Others, they won't appreciate what's in that book. Promise me, if anything were to ever happen to me, that you keep it with you. You're the only one who could truly understand it."
"Nothing better ever happen to you." Angelo murmured.
Finch sighed shortly, "Angel, please."
"I promise." He turned his head to look up at him and gave him a kiss, "Just promise me you'll always be here so I don't have to worry about it."
