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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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Fill 1/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)*-*-*
Something was not quite right. Leonardo was unsure whether it was the quality of the light this afternoon, the aroma of the canal distracting him, or the simple fact that he had not heard from Ezio in a few weeks and was lonely and somewhat worried about the Assassin. Perhaps Leonardo was simply finding another reason to procrastinate.
Whatever it was that was interfering with his concentration, his painting was not to be completed this day. He placed the canvas against the wall to dry, and cleaned up his paintbrushes and paints. He decided that the people of Venezia could survive seeing an artist strolling in paint-spattered clothing, and left his workshop to take a stroll in the air.
He wandered aimlessly around the little piazza his workshop was situated on, peeking into the Fabbro and Sarto shops. He considered buying Ezio some little thing to gift him with when he next saw the man, but he couldn't justify purchasing a sword or dagger, and the clothing on offer just wasn't the sort of thing Leonardo thought Ezio would wear. He shrugged and walked on towards the Rialto bridge. He would think of something else to give Ezio. Perhaps he might purchase him a mask for Carnevale.
A loud, jeering crowd had ammassed by the near side of the bridge, and were shouting at two large guards who were using their long weapons on something that thrashed about in the water. Leonardo frowned, and for a moment thought of walking the other way, but a second glance at the canal made him realise that whatever - or whoever - was there was in serious trouble; the water was stained a muddy brown growing redder the nearer to the splashing figure.
He hurried forth, gently pushing aside those who did not stand back for him.
"What is going on, here?" Leonardo snapped at the bulky plate-armoured brute nearest to him.
"Archers helped us down a criminal, " he grunted. The man barely looked up from where he was swishing his spearpoint through the water.
"Down or drown?" Leonardo asked, feeling a chill climb his back.
"Result will be the same," said the second man, whose halberd seemed to have made contact with the victim. "He'll either drown today or hang tomorrow."
Leonardo knew in his bones that the man in the water was his Ezio, just as he knew that he, Leonardo, was the only person who could do anything to help. The thieves might cause a distraction, but few of them could swim, and none of them were near enough for him to hire them, anyway. A second's consideration, and the artist's mind was made up: he could make out his hidden-blade on the figure's arm, as the floundering Ezio stopped struggling and began to sink.
"Buona notte!" Leonardo said, gripping both men by their helms, and beating their heads together; it produced a most satisfactory ringing sound, that broke up the crowd.
He leapt from the balustrade, diving deep, to where he knew Ezio had gone down. The Assassin was sinking like a stone, and Leonardo silently cursed Ezio for needing so much heavy armour. He swam harder, coming up beneath the still Ezio, and dragging him to the surface. Leonardo's lungs were burning and he gasped long and loud when they broke the surface. Ezio remained ominously still.
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Anon hopes this first part fulfills OP's needs.
OP here
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)The sound I just made was not human. Writeanon, please let me squish you and shower you in all the WIN.
XD
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!
*goes off to squee*
Re: WriteAnon here
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 01:24 am (UTC)(link)I'm so insecure today, I'm thrilled to see you happy with this.
*potters off to contemplate Part 2*
Re: Fill 2/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)Part Two
In Which Antonio is sarcastic, Leonardo is Shining in AWESOME and Ezio is still Unconscious
Author's Note: I didn't anticipate the Thieves Guild getting involved, and Antonio is being a bit of a bastard, not sure if it's very ooc. Concrit would be appreciated.
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Trying to tread water with an aromour-clad unconscious man in one's arms is no easy thing to manage; Leonardo felt the water dragging him and Ezio down again. He took a great gasp of air and struck out, aiming for a low overhang, which he might use to lever them both out and onto dry land.
The arrows embedded in Ezio's back and shoulder dug into Leonardo's chest, and he hoped Ezio would not take an infection from the filthy canal water. Ezio dragged them under the surface thrice before they reached the brick wall and overhang. Leonardo gripped Ezio with one arm and the overhang with the other, and stopped to catch his breath.
A hand gripped his and Leonardo yelped in shock, almost dropping Ezio.
"It's me!" Rosa's irritated voice reached Leonardo. "I'm here to help. I saw him take the arrows and fall."
"Rosa, you scared me," Leonardo chided, craning up to see her.
"Sorry," she said unrepentantly. "Can you push him up to me? I'm not strong enough to lift him by myself."
"Not with all this sodden armour," Leonardo replied. "It is too heavy with all the excess water weight. Could you find some of your fellow thieves to help us?"
The girl nodded and disappeared.
"Ezio, mi amor, please try to keep your face to the sky," Leonardo said to the unconscious Assassin, noticing his tendency to shift face-down, even in his arms. Ezio didn't respond, not that Leonardo had expected he would, but it made Leonardo feel more in command of the situation. Briefly he hoped the two guards he had bashed were not harmed (although privately he prayed that they woke with unbearable headaches for their actions towards Ezio).
Feet slapped on stone, and Leonardo craned his neck upwards to see Rosa had returned with Ugo, Antonio and a couple of other thieves whose names escaped Leonardo at that minute.
"Grazie a Dio," he breathed.
Many hands drew Ezio up and out of the water, and dragged him into the scant shelter of the alcove. Leonardo suddenly felt very alone and cold in the water. He leapt to grab the ledge, and was almost out when his feet lost purchase and he splashed back into the canal. Again he dragged himself up by the lip of the overhang, but this time Ugo's hands gripped him and dragged him to safety.
"Grazie, amico, I owe you my life," Leonardo said, smiling at the thief.
"Ezio would kill me thrice if I let you drown," Ugo muttered, uncomfortable with the praise. "I was saving my own skin."
"How is he? Is he awake yet?" Leonardo asked, his anxiety rushing back in full force.
"Non ancora," Antonio said over his shoulder. "It looks like he hit his head, l'uomo sciocco."
"I doubt he intended to do so," said Leonardo irritably, now feeling very cold out of the water. "Perhaps we should take him to a dottore."
"I do not trust the doctors of this town - they kill half as often as they cure," was Antonio's reply. "Besides, I have the arrows out, and the wounds bound, now."
"I know one who has helped Ezio and myself often, and who will do so again, today," Leonardo snapped pointedly, bristling at the thief taking over the carer's role, when *he* had been the only one to try to actually help Ezio.
Antonio actually looked at Leonardo, this time; the artist was soaking wet, dripping all over the marble floor of the alcove, and his usually cheerful features sported a fierce glare reminiscent of Ezio in a towering rage.
"They really do start to look alike," Antonio muttered, and then spoke aloud for the benefit of his thieves. "Very well, we will take him to your dottore, Leonardo. But if he suggests leeches --"
"He won't," Leonardo growled. "He knows his job."
"Bene. But I think we should bring you both someplace safe and warm before finding this mysterious dottore who knows how to heal."
"The Sita?" Rosa asked doubtfully. "I don't think we can carry them that far."
Leonardo bristled at the implication that he could not walk. "My bottega is not far from here, and the dottore has his trolley on the nearby piazza. Or do you think I cannot walk back to my own home?"
"Va bene, it is decided. To Leonardo's place," Antonio instructed his thieves, four of whom picked up Ezio.
"Do you not need directions?" Leonardo asked.
"We know where you live," said Antonio, not trying to sound intimidating, but managing to do so nonetheless.
"Mind his wounds!" Leonardo called out.
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TBC
Re: Fill 2/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-12 09:48 am (UTC)(link)OP again
(Anonymous) 2012-03-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP again
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 12:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill Part 3/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 01:13 am (UTC)(link)Part the Third, In Which Leonardo is worried and the Thieves and Dottores of Venezia are less than helpful
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Although it felt like hours, the walk back to Leonardo's place took less than a quarter of an hour. Leonardo was glad it was the dinner hour; most Venetians did not see the odd, wet procession around the Rialto district.
The bottega door was swinging open when Leonardo arrived; he had fallen behind, shivering uncontrollably, so the Thieves had made their own way inside.
"My bed is through the curtains in the window alcove," Leonardo said, when he saw the thieves holding Ezio about to drop him on a work table. "He will be comfortable and safe there, should anyone unexpected enter the workshop."
"Bene," said Antonio, indicating to his boys to follow the instructions. He turned to Leonardo. "Rosa has gone for a Dottore we have use for; apologies amico for disregarding your suggestion, but I trust so very few that I find it best to stick with the devil I know."
Leonardo nodded; he was annoyed but far too cold and damp to act on it. The beak-masked Dottore arrived soon after, and ushered all the thieves out of Leonardo's - now Ezio's - bedroom. Leonardo took the opportunity to towel off and change into a new doublet and leggings; the ones he had worn he simply threw out, they stank so badly of the canal.
When he had dried off completely and warmed up sufficiently, Leonardo sought out Antonio and the Dottore: Leonardo, being an avid student of human sciences wanted to hear the man's opinion on treating Ezio. He was unlucky; the man had just left, leaving a small supply of potions to give the patient.
"A tartar emetic? Does he expect Ezio will take infection, then?" Leonardo asked Antonio.
The thief nodded. "It is highly likely, given that the canals have not had clean water in them in living memory, and he had three open wounds, all of which were exposed to the filth. Not to mention the bang on the head - it bled quite a bit, you know."
Leonardo nodded. "When he wakes, Ezio will not appreciate taking it: he hates vomiting."
"As though anyone enjoys puking their guts up?" Antonio asked sardonically. "And there's laudanum to dull any pain or even to sedate him if he gets violently delirious."
"Laudanum? An opiate? No, Ezio will not take an opiate. He avoids them like the plague."
Antonio's eyes widened. "But he has already taken some for the Dottore."
"That quack gave laudanum to a man with a head wound?" Leonardo bellowed in outrage. "He'll kill him! You've as good as killed him!"
Leonardo shoved past the slack-jawed thief and into the bad chamber. Ezio lay naked in the bed, but for the gauze strips bisecting his pale torso. His chest rose and fell in a fast, uneven rhythm, and he was sweating profusely. He tossed his head on the pillow.
Antonio followed Leonardo in, keeping his outrage to a harsh whisper. "How can you say that? What makes you think it was wrong to give laudanum to Ezio?"
"A ... A friend of mine, fell once, and took a nasty head wound. He was told to sleep it off; he went to bed and never woke up," Leonardo spoke softly, his big hands gently stroking Ezio's hair. "I always made Ezio stay awake and talking to me when he came to me with goose-eggs. It was the best way to keep him alive. Your presence here is no longer required."
"Maestro Leonardo," Antonio spoke placatingly, "he is a good man who has helped my thieves survive all these years, the Dottore is one to trust. He did what was best for Ezio."
"Where does he stand? Is there a herald nearby, bleating about the dreadful Assassino? Do they tack up posters featuring the thousand-florin bounty on Ezio's head beside his trolley?" Leonardo asked, eyes full of worry and disappointment. "I recall Ezio mentioning that some of your own people went over to the Barbarigo side, before you took the Seta."
Antonio blanched, and backed out of the room silently.
"Oh, Ezio," Leonardo sighed, "please wake up."
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TBC
My Muses are Evil Muses
Re: Fill Part 3/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-28 01:01 am (UTC)(link)There was a bereavement, which has scared the Muses away, but this is *not* abandoned!
Re: Fill Part 4/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-04 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)*-*-*
Leonardo sat with Ezio for a few short minutes, alternately stroking his arm for comfort (whether for his comfort or Ezio's Leonardo did not rightly know) and examining the bandaged wounds for signs of infection or incompetent treatment. Fortunately, Antonio seemed to know how to patch up arrow wounds well enough, and the Dottore had done nothing to interfere with the dressings.
"Scusi, Leonardo?"
Leonardo jumped when Rosa spoke from the doorway.
"Yes, Rosa, what is it?"
"Is he - Will he - Antonio said Ezio ought not be sleeping. Do you think he might - " Rosa's voice died in her throat.
Leonardo shook his head. "I wish I could say, my dear, but Ezio is strong, and fond of proving people wrong. Perhaps... Would you sit with him for a time? I know he would like it."
Rosa shook her head, "mi dispiace, Leonardo, but I cannot. What if..."
"I must fetch my Dottore, and I dare not leave him unattended," Leonardo explained, using the soft tone of voice best suited to coaxing skittish colts. "I could never forgive myself if he woke alone, and I do not know how long I may be away from here."
Rosa nodded. "Be quick, Maestro."
Leonardo nodded agreement, cupped Ezio's cheek and brushed a strand of his fringe out of his eyes, then left. Rosa moved a chair over near the bed and picked up one of Ezio's hands, stroking the tendons between slack knuckles.
"You'd better not die, stronzo. If you do, God help me I'll kill you twice."
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The bottega's unnatural quiet was rudely broken, not quite an hour after Leonardo had left it. There was a scraping and screeching not unlike the sound of a heavy chair or table being dragged across flagstones, paired with irritable (and frankly irritating) litany of complaints and whining. Rosa sighed and stood, heading out of the alcove to investigate.
"Leonardo! How did you..." Rosa once more lost the ability to speak.
The artist was carrying a Dottore's trolley into the workshop, followed by a flustered, irritable and uncannily parrot-like Dottore.
Leonardo placed the cart down near the door to the bedroom with a grateful sigh, rubbing his aching shoulders. He shrugged and gave Rosa a lopsided smile.
"It is not so very great a distance to the other side of the Piazza, and I used the wheels for some of the trip," he demurred bashfully.
"He lifted my cart," the Dottore sputtered in ire that seemed more like grudging admiration. "He carried it in."
"He is a marvel, our Leonardo," said Rosa with a confident smile.
"What of Ezio, Rosa?" Leonardo asked anxiously.
"No change. I think I scared him into staying asleep," she replied with a fraction of her usual boldness.
With a bittersweet half smile Leonardo reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "Grazie for staying with him, Rosa. Would you care for something to eat? There is a little in the kitchens at the back, just past the mortuary. Ah ... It would be advisable for you not to confuse the two rooms."
"I should think not," Rosa muttered and left the two men to their medicines and diagnoses.
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Re: Fill Part 4/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-21 02:38 am (UTC)(link)I hope you're going to continue! This is awesome!
Re: Fill Part 4/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-24 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)I *am* eventually going to finish this, my Muses are just hiding right now.
Re: Fill 1/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-12 11:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 1/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks. I must try to get Leo to do some more of those lines ;-)
Re: Fill 1/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-14 03:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 1/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks. I'll try.