“May I ask a ... very weak, pitiful favour of you, Aligiero?”
“Anything, maestro,” He said a little too quickly. “What do you need?”
“When... I was a boy, and I had nightmares, my father had this trick,” he began awkwardly, trying to word it right and not sound like an idiot or a total pervert. “My mother let me listen to her heart, and he would let me fall asleep, with my head in his lap.” The last part dropped in volume as he stared down at his sheets, recalling the memories.
Aligiero, on the other hand, was utterly hesitant to move. He fidgeted for a second, before looking behind him, and back to Ezio. “Where would you have me sit?” He asked, his voice coming back a little braver.
Ezio looked quietly shocked. Apparently, he didn’t expect the recruit to actually let him. He was always telling them not to just say ‘yes’ to him because he was their master; this was one time where he was questioning whether or not Aligiero was doing just that.
Regardless of his internal debate, he carefully shifted forward, reaching behind him with just his arms to move his pillow out of the way. Aligiero got the message immediately, stood up and walked to the head of the bed, taking a seat and crossing his legs. He reached out and held the blankets for Ezio, letting him slid down slowly into the dark fabric. The second his head rested in his recruit’s lap, he felt the body beneath it tense; the blankets lowered over his chest by shaky hands.
Ezio looked up at Aligiero, who forced himself to relax slightly. Looking down, he gave a questioning tilt of his head.
“Don’t you dare tell a soul,” Ezio warned jokingly, but completely serious at the same time. He could already feel sleep setting back in.
A few minutes later, when his breathing leveled out, Aligiero watched in silence. Carefully, his hands hovered his sides, before one came to rest on Ezio’s head, and the other lightly on his shoulder. Absently, he ran his fingers through the chocolate brown hair, letting it fall through his fingers.
“I promise, maestro.” ------- short, late, awesome lol. author!anon has finals this week, so once they're done, i'll be able to finish this up quicker !
Re: Recruits to the Rescue [3a/?]
“Anything, maestro,” He said a little too quickly. “What do you need?”
“When... I was a boy, and I had nightmares, my father had this trick,” he began awkwardly, trying to word it right and not sound like an idiot or a total pervert. “My mother let me listen to her heart, and he would let me fall asleep, with my head in his lap.” The last part dropped in volume as he stared down at his sheets, recalling the memories.
Aligiero, on the other hand, was utterly hesitant to move. He fidgeted for a second, before looking behind him, and back to Ezio. “Where would you have me sit?” He asked, his voice coming back a little braver.
Ezio looked quietly shocked. Apparently, he didn’t expect the recruit to actually let him. He was always telling them not to just say ‘yes’ to him because he was their master; this was one time where he was questioning whether or not Aligiero was doing just that.
Regardless of his internal debate, he carefully shifted forward, reaching behind him with just his arms to move his pillow out of the way. Aligiero got the message immediately, stood up and walked to the head of the bed, taking a seat and crossing his legs. He reached out and held the blankets for Ezio, letting him slid down slowly into the dark fabric. The second his head rested in his recruit’s lap, he felt the body beneath it tense; the blankets lowered over his chest by shaky hands.
Ezio looked up at Aligiero, who forced himself to relax slightly. Looking down, he gave a questioning tilt of his head.
“Don’t you dare tell a soul,” Ezio warned jokingly, but completely serious at the same time. He could already feel sleep setting back in.
A few minutes later, when his breathing leveled out, Aligiero watched in silence. Carefully, his hands hovered his sides, before one came to rest on Ezio’s head, and the other lightly on his shoulder. Absently, he ran his fingers through the chocolate brown hair, letting it fall through his fingers.
“I promise, maestro.”
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short, late, awesome lol. author!anon has finals this week, so once they're done, i'll be able to finish this up quicker !