Cesare/Micheletto, "Do you trust me?" or "Either you know or you don't" 👍👍
It is a stupid risk, but Micheletto takes it anyway, follows a boy out from under his lord’s nose to an abandoned palace. What is he alive for, except for stupid risks like these. If he had wanted a safe life, he could have stayed in Forlí, and married Violetta the miller’s daughter.
It is a very pleasant interlude. The boy is a sweet, fine thing–finer than anything made for gutter trash like him, and almost unsettlingly tender.
He returns seamlessly to his lord’s side when the pleasure is done, and that evening reports some of the curiosities of da Vinci’s workshop, only himself left in Cesare Borgia’s war tent. Cesare listens to him for a while, sipping at Ludovico Sforza’s wine, and then abruptly he turns to Micheletto and says: “You fucked that boy.” It isn’t a question.
Micheletto freezes, utter dread and a strange, savage relief flooding him in dual measure. He has feared exactly this for so many years, and now it has happened. His lord knows the truth of him. There is nothing left to fear. He unbuckles his dagger and drops to his knees before his lord, pressing the point to his heart. “Kill me quickly,” he manages, offering Cesare the hilt. “Please.”
A hand joins his on the dagger’s hilt, Cesare’s fingers brushing his, and then Cesare is drawing it away from him, setting the blade aside. “There will be no killing,” his lord says quietly. “God’s wounds, Micheletto. Did you think I did not know?”
Micheletto raises his head sharply, and finds Cesare looking at him with the concentration he usually reserves for matters of state. His voice, when he can bring himself to speak, is hoarse. “You knew. How long have you known?”
Cesare shrugs, but doesn’t break their eye contact. “How long have you been in my service?”
Micheletto has trained himself too well to move, but he feels that like a blow. All these years. All the care, all the terror, and for nothing. “My lord wanted to know about the boy,” he says stupidly.
“Mm,” Cesare agrees. “I marked him. Machiavelli did, too. You must take greater care, my sweet assassin.”
The only answer Micheletto can make to that is a nod, stiff and humiliated.
Cesare tilts his head to the side, curiosity filling his face. “You will not see him again.” It isn’t a command, but it also is not a question. Micheletto shakes his head anyway. “And you have no lover in Rome.”
“Love is not–for men like me,” Micheletto says haltingly.
“Oh?” Cesare raises his eyebrows. “So you do not love me?”
He can make no answer to that, his tongue gone dry in his mouth. He is suddenly very conscious that he is still on his knees.
Cesare smiles at him. He sounds amused, but his eyes are sharp. “Either you know or you don’t.”
Micheletto finds his voice at last, swallowing hard. “I would need a heart for that, my lord.”
“Ah,” his lord says, drawing the word out. “Of course. I had forgotten.”
Got to season 2 in my Borgias rewatch (Hollow Crown dl is painfully slow, so I probably won’t get around to watching it tonight). The more often I watch that scene in which Micheletto breaks up the fight between Cesare and Juan (in the pilot), the better it gets. Just the way Micheletto touches Cesare, there’s such incredible familiarity and intimacy between them. He’s rough when he pulls him aside at first, but then when he holds him back, he’s almost gentle. Not to mention that he just touches him without permission (usually Cesare is the one to touch Micheletto. all. the. time). Hgnh and then he just goes and manhandles him and drags him off and the thing is that Cesare lets him. Cesare goes along with all of it. He doesn’t object, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t even shrug off Micheletto’s touch. He doesn’t seem to mind it at all.
/fangirling. Seriously, these two are perfect.
Let’s also appreciate the fact that this is the episode in which Micheletto chills on the walls of a well, drowns the altar boy after splashing water at him all playfully, then chills out a bit more, says “go with God” to the passing nun (who ignores that ginger weirdo) and hops up like a happy dog when Cesare comes out of the building.
I can’t help but ship Cesare with Lucrezia but then I am also intrigued by the idea of Cesare and Micheletto.
I know some people are little uncomfortable by the whole borgiacest concept but when it’s got Holliday Grainger and Francois in it then it kind of makes it really, really, difficult not to ship them together.
For me, anyway.
Holliday and Francois have such a lovely chemistry on screen and when I watch them together, I like them even more. I can only think of one other couple who are like that which shows how rare they are.
(The other is Richard x Anne but that’s another story!)
When you’re watching two people who practically radiates chemistry and adoration, then it’s VERY hard not to notice it.
As for Micheletto and Cesare, am I the only one who really thinks Micheletto loves Cesare?
I’m sorry for all the angst and grimness, I am. )): It’s not like I WANT Stannis to be miserable and Davos to be dead. Ugh. Maybe one day I will write you merry Cesare/Micheletto-esque Stannis/Davos.
You should be sorry for causing so much pain.
I just rewatched the pilot of The Borgias and I juts can’t unsee that. “I believe trust needs to be earned.” - “Perhaps it has been.” And it’s weird how fascinated I am by the idea because Stannis is nothing like Cesare and Davos is DEFINITELY not like Micheletto (other than the unwavering devotion to their master, they couldn’t be more different). I don’t even know why I want that so much. Hgnhhh then again Stannis is as loyal to his family as Cesare is to his; and if he also was as ruthless as Cesare is, he would have cleaned up the court under Robert’s nose while Robert is all magnanimous, like Rodrigo. “Oops, I had my faithful assass- manservant kill the queen, I mean she had a terrible accident, how horrible!” OHMYGOD AND STANNIS BEING AS PROTECTIVE OF RENLY AS CESARE IS OF LUCREZIA BUT WITHOUT THE INCEST.