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Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Part One [2b/4]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)Unfortunately he paid for his inattentiveness at the markets that morning when he once again felt sick after supper. Groaning, he glared at the remaining food that he had purchased, before tossing it into the fire. He tried to work through his discomfort to make up for his unproductiveness the night before, but he had to give up only an hour in. Once again he fell into bed without care, hoping that he did not become sick all over the sheets.
The next morning when he blinked open his eyes, he startled when he looked up and realized he was not in his bed again. Even worse, he was not in his workshop either. He was lying against a wall of an alley, not far from a canal if the smell was anything to go by, and completely nude. He blushed, looking around frantically for something to cover himself with, only for nothing to present itself. Swallowing thickly, he pushed back his fear and confusion, getting to his feet and walking to the end of the alleyway.
The street beyond was empty for the most part as it was quite early in the day. There was one man walking by with a box in his arms, but he looked to be in quite a rush and he didn’t even glance in Leonardo’s direction. Leonardo looked up and down the street, trying to identify where he was. It looked vaguely familiar, like one of the streets that Alvise had taken him down when they’d first arrived, so he sort of knew where he was. That didn’t help his nudity though.
Just as he was about to give up and try running all the way back to his workshop a hand landed on his shoulder. He squeaked and turned so quickly he almost fell over, only for a second hand to grab him by the waist to steady him.
“Whoa!” Ezio exclaimed. “Careful Leonardo, it’s just me!”
“Ezio!” Leonardo greeted, smiling. Instantly all of his concern and discomfort vanished at the presence of the Assassin. A calm washed over him and he took a deep breath in. “It’s good to see you my friend, but what are you doing up so early? Do you never sleep? And how did you find me?”
Ezio stared at him strangely, and suddenly Leonardo remembered he was naked. He blushed and quickly moved his hands to cover himself as best he could. When Ezio saw his feeble attempts, he grinned, giving Leonardo a teasing once-over with his usual roguish smirk, before removing one of his many layers of robes and offering it to Leonardo for modesty.
Once Leonardo was covered, Ezio spoke again. “I went to visit you last night, but your workshop was empty and the back door looked as if it had been broken down by force. I was concerned, so I went looking for you.”
“You’ve been looking for me all night?” Leonardo squeaked, instantly understanding what Ezio wasn’t saying. Part of him was horribly embarrassed that he’d caused his friend such trouble. Another part was thrilled that Ezio cared enough to have looked. “Wait, I’ve been gone since last night? When did you come to visit?”
“It was almost midnight. Where were you? And why are you here in this alley without clothing?” Ezio’s gaze became more concerned, and Leonardo could tell he would soon be checking for injuries.
“I don’t know,” Leonardo admitted, clutching his borrowed clothing closer. “The last thing I remember was feeling ill and crawling into bed. Then I woke up here. I have no idea of what could have happened.”
“Hmmm,” Ezio rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That sounds vaguely like something Petruccio used to do. He would rise from his bed in the middle of the night and walk to my father’s study, all without ever waking.”
“You think I’m sleepwalking?” Leonardo considered this. He’d heard of the phenomena, though he’d never experienced it himself. It made sense, though it didn’t explain his door being broken unless he had forgotten how to work the latch in his sleep. “Did you notice anything missing from the workshop when you dropped in?” he asked, worried about thieves.
“I was a little distracted,” Ezio pointed out ruefully, “but nothing immediately caught my attention. A few things near to the door were smashed, a chair and some pots. Otherwise there was nothing else out of place.”
“That is a relief.”
“Come, let us get you back home,” Ezio gestured to the street. Following his lead, Leonardo trailed along, feeling much safer now that he had an Assassin guarding him. They were not bothered once on the way back to his workshop to Leonardo’s relief, despite his state of dress.
Once they’d returned, Leonardo checked through all of his supplies and determined that nothing had been taken, and nothing had been destroyed that was irreplaceable. He dressed, and then he and Ezio quickly cleaned up as best they could. He assured the Assassin that he could put together a new door before the end of the day, using materials around the shop. Ezio raised a brow, but let the matter drop with no further comment.
Shortly after they’d finished, they discovered that Leonardo had no food left in his home to offer, having burned his purchases the night before. Ezio laughed, teasing Leonardo for his lack of hospitality, but insisted that he would get something for them both while Leonardo started on his new door. The Assassin returned with delicious pastries and sweets on top of their lunch and something for Leonardo’s dinner, and he jokingly fed torn off pieces of the pastries to Leonard until he demanded to be left to his work. After, he settled down for a nap in the boys’ room while Leonardo continued repairing the door.
By the time Ezio awoke from his sleep, Leonardo had finished and was fitting the door in place. He studied it approvingly, commenting on the strength of the wood. He left shortly after, promising to check on Leonardo later that night just in case, despite Leonardo’s insistence that he would be fine. Annoyed at his friends meddling, despite his concern, Leonardo grumbled to himself as he returned to his workshop. His brain was already thinking of all the different ways he could restrain himself to the bed to keep from sleepwalking again. But just in case, this time he remembered to put on a nightshirt before going to sleep.
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Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Part One [3a/4]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)Suddenly, something caught his attention. A noise outside, like voices, though he couldn’t decipher the words. He felt his ears twitch somehow. Somewhere there was a low rumble of thunder, even though the skies were clear.
He was moving. He didn’t know when he started to move, but he was moving. Scenery passed in flashes like it often did in dreams. One moment he was running through his workshop towards the back door he had just replaced. Then he was out on the streets, the shops passing in a blur. Then he was on the rooftops, flying across them like he imagined Ezio would. His body felt strange, his movements unusual, but he ignored that in favor of seeing where the dream was taking him.
At one point he happened upon a rooftop archer like the ones that Ezio often cursed about under his breath, snorting to himself as he pointed his crossbow at an animal down on the street. There was no pause, only instinct as he fell upon the hapless man. There was a short scream, and a splash of warmth over Leonardo’s face and chest, and then silence. Leonardo felt something squirming in his hands, like a bird trying to break free from his hold, and then it stilled.
Then, another sound. Shouting. Jeering. And a familiar scent of blood and metal. The thunder sounded again.
Once more he was flying over the rooftops, even faster than before. The thunder was constant now, as if it was following him as he ran. The scent and the noises became louder as he moved through the night, coming closer to his target.
He reached the edge of a roof and skidded to a halt. Peering down over the edge, he realized that this was no dream. It was a nightmare. Below, Ezio was surrounded by a group of men in heavy armour, all wielding long pikes and swords. He was pinned against the wall, bleeding heavily from a wound in his side, and looking around frantically for an escape. As Leonardo watched, one of the men readied his pike to strike Ezio down.
Snarling, Leonardo leaped. He landed on the man on all fours, not even giving him time to scream, and with a gush of blood and a snapping of bones the man was crushed beneath him. There was a moment of silence where the assembled group tried to react to his sudden appearance.
He wouldn’t let them hurt Ezio. Before the men could recover from their shock, Leonardo was already moving, his new God-like body making it all so easily to lash out and crush one man’s head in his hand. Another man fell when he threw him full force into a wall. Then he was acting on instinct, biting and ripping and tearing, using teeth and claws to kill anything he encountered. When one man attempted to run, Leonardo caught up to him easily, and bit his head off with one snap of his jaws.
Satisfied that the danger had passed, Leonardo smugly turned back to Ezio. So it was a dream after all. Though it had been much more violent than he believed himself capable, he finally rescued Ezio for once instead of the other way around! That was a nice dream, albeit rather silly. He knew it was unlikely to ever happen. Ezio could more than take care of himself, and anything he couldn’t handle Leonardo would he helpless against. At least he could be a hero in his dreams.
But when he looked up at Ezio, the Assassin wasn’t staring back in adoration like Leonardo expected. Instead he wore an expression that Leonardo never thought he would see on the other man’s face; absolute terror. He was still pressed against the wall, clutching his side, but he had shakily drawn his sword and was pointing it at Leonardo. As he watched, Ezio started inching his way backwards, never taking his eyes off of Leonardo.
To Leonardo’s horror, he found himself stalking forward, low to the ground on all fours. There was the sound of thunder again which Leonardo finally realized was growling, emanating from his own throat. His tongue poked out between sharp teeth, and a string of bloody drool dripped down onto the cobblestones. The desire to attack rose, and his growling grew louder with it.
No! This was not how it was supposed to happen! He was trapped in a nightmare after all, seconds away from attacking and killing the man he cared for more deeply than any other alive! He wanted to scream in frustration, but all that came out of his bestial mouth was a low animalistic moan. His claws scrabbled over the cobblestones as he struggled against the dream. He wanted to wake up now, he didn’t want to be sleeping anymore!
But no matter how hard he focused, nothing changed. He was still trapped in his monstrous form, Ezio was still trying to back away while injured, the scent of blood still thick in the air. That was when Leonardo realized; dreams did not have scents. He should not be able to detect the scent of fear and despair emanating from Ezio, nor the scent of death coming from the men he had killed.
He put the clues together and realized that he was not dreaming. The creature that had attacked him had truly been a werewolf, and now Leonardo also bore the curse. This was real! He had truly just attacked and killed those men, and he was going to kill Ezio next! Already his body was tensing, preparing for the pounce. And for all of Ezio’s speed, he was too wounded to escape to safety in time.
No, no, no! he screamed in his mind. Ezio is my friend, he’s my most cherished person! I cannot harm him!. Still he found himself beginning to creep forward, haunches bunching up in anticipation. Ezio had stumbled to a stop by now, dizzy from blood loss and recognizing a futile hope when he saw one. He watched Leonardo approach with despair, before his eyes slipped closed as he resigned himself to his fate.
“NO!” Leonardo roared to himself, the sound coming out as an actual roar. Ezio is mine! He dug claws into the cobblestones, and through sheer willpower forced himself to back away, ears held low against his head and long fluffy tail tucked between his legs. He backed up until he was pressed against the opposite wall, making himself as small as possible, and covering his muzzle with his front paws. His wolf instincts were like a miasma, caught between two different pulls. They couldn’t tell if Ezio was pack or prey. Pack! Leonardo insisted in his mind, Ezio is pack, a friend! I cannot hurt him!.
Ezio, who had flinched at Leonardo’s roar, remained frozen, waiting for the attack. But when it never came, he peeked out of one eyelid, searching for Leonardo. When he didn’t immediately spot him, Ezio opened both eyes and began looking around, eventually spotting Leonardo crouched down. They stared at each other, Leonardo in sorrow, Ezio in terrified confusion, before Ezio took his chance and began limping away, sword still clutched in one hand. Leonardo sadly watched him go, whimpering mournfully as Ezio stumbled down the street.
It would have ended like that, Ezio fleeing and Leonardo left behind to mourn and regret, except after only a few steps past Leonardo’s line of sight, Ezio collapsed to his knees, blood loss finally overcoming his adrenaline. Leonardo’s ears perked up, catching the sound of the fall. Before he could stop himself, he was back on his feet, trotting towards his friend. Ezio’s head whipped back, hood falling away, when he heard Leonardo return, but it was clear to both of them that the Assassin could no longer escape or even walk. His sword fell from limp fingers.
At first Leonardo was worried that he would once again have to fight against the bloodlust that had nearly overcome him before, but to his surprise instead all he felt was an intense protective instinct. Ezio was his and he was hurt. He needed help. It appeared Leonardo’s wolf instincts had responded to his will, recognizing Ezio as someone to protect. Slowly, keeping his ears and tail low, Leonardo slunk forward, dragging himself on his belly to seem as non-threatening as possible. Ezio watched him approach warily, but he could do nothing but sit and wait. When Leonardo reached his side, Ezio sucked in a breath, bracing himself for the worst.
Instead, Leonardo nudged at Ezio’s shoulder with his snout, whining like a dog. His tongue snaked out to gently lick the side of Ezio’s face. Then he laid his massive shaggy head in Ezio’s lap, staring up at the Assassin sadly, ears still low.
Ezio was uncertain at first, hesitating as he stared down at the massive beast in his lap. Then, ever so tentatively, he reached down and gave Leonardo a gentle scratch behind the ears. If he’d had a human voice at the moment, Leonardo would have moaned with pleasure. It felt so nice! Unable to resist, Leonardo felt his tail start wagging happily, and he closed his eyes in contentment. They sat there for a few minutes as Ezio slowly relaxed, a strange couple indeed, when Ezio began to sway. His wound! It needed treatment immediately!
Acting without thinking, Leonardo scrambled up onto his back paws, and scooped Ezio up before the other man could even register what had happened. Ezio fit easily into his large furry arms, cradled safely against Leonardo’s chest. Once he was settled safely in place, Leonardo began to run, following the scent of medicine he could pick up from nearby. In his arms Ezio squawked in protest, kicking out lightly, but he was no match for Leonardo’s inhuman strength. Soon enough he settled down with a grumble, allowing himself to be carried.
Though the stall had been closed for the night, pounding on the shutter doors managed to rouse the man in the room above. When he threw open the doors to yell at whoever woke him, the only thing he saw in the street below was a man covered in blood and collapsed on the ground. Leonardo tucked himself further down into the shadows in a bush nearby, mentally hissing at the man to hurry up and treat his friend. Thankfully this Dottore seemed to be a good man, because he shouted in alarm and quickly ran down to the street to Ezio’s side. Calling out for his son, the Dottore soon had Ezio inside his shop.
Leonardo waited outside, pawing at his nose every time the smell of medicine wafted through the air towards him, burning the inside of his nostrils. It seemed to take hours, but eventually the door opened again, Ezio stumbling out into the night. He waved off the Dottore’s protests that he stay and heal, insisting that he had a safe place to rest. The Dottore pressed the issue a bit longer before admitting that there was no dealing with Ezio. Throwing up his hands in defeat, he insisted on giving Ezio as much medicine and clean bandages as he could carry. When Ezio tried to pay him, the man waved him off, assuring Ezio that he didn’t need to pay for emergency services. Ezio thanked the man, apologized for waking them, and promised to come back often to shop for supplies. Shaking his head, the Dottore disappeared back into his shop.
Once he was gone, Leonardo crept back out of the bushes. Ezio looked up at the rustling, catching sight of Leonardo, and tensed. They both knew that he could run now, though Leonardo would still be able to catch him. But to Leonardo’s surprise, instead of immediately turning to leave, Ezio crouched down, holding out a hand toward him.
“Come here, cagnolino,” Ezio murmured softly, wiggling his fingers.
Had he been human, Leonardo’s jaw would have dropped open. Ezio had just seen him brutally kill half a dozen men, had nearly been attacked himself, and how here he was treating Leonardo like he was a stray puppy? The Assassin was mad!
But still, he found himself padding over, bending his head to sniff at the offered fingers. Despite the fact that he could easily bite down and take off Ezio’s entire forearm, the other man didn’t even twitch when Leonardo’s tongue began lapping at his hand. Instead he stayed perfectly still as Leonardo checked him over, sniffing his clothes and nudging against him.
“I’ve never seen anything like you,” Ezio spoke quietly. “You must be the demon that everyone has been talking about. You look more like a wolf to me. Though I’ve never seen a wolf with golden fur like yours before.”
Leonardo snorted, hoping that Ezio was joking. Surely the man was smart enough to realize that he was no wolf. Sure enough, close inspection of Ezio’s expression revealed a tiny smirk.
Ezio could walk now, but Leonardo was reluctant to let him. Especially if his friend would try to take his usual path over the rooftops. But when he reached out to scoop Ezio up in his arms again, the Assassin batted his paw away with a glare.
“Oh no, cucciolotto. I’m not letting you carry me again. I can walk perfectly fine on my own.” To prove his point, Ezio turned on his heel and began walking slowly down the street, headed for the thieves guild.
Leonardo rolled his eyes and harrumphed. Stubborn bastardo. Ezio would bite his own tongue off before admitting weakness, even when it was clear that every step must be causing him pain. Growling, he loped along until he caught up with Ezio’s trembling steps, and cut in front of him, blocking Ezio’s path.
“Hey!” Ezio shouted, annoyance clear, but Leonardo ignored him. He crouched down on the ground in front of Ezio, offering up his back, and glancing up hopefully. Ezio eyed him for a second, and then seemed to understand what he was doing. “This still counts as carrying me, you know.”
Leonardo just waited him out. Sure enough, with a loud sigh, Ezio gave in. Despite all of Leonardo’s efforts to stay as low to the ground as possible, Ezio still groaned in pain when he swung a leg up over Leonardo’s back. Whining in sympathy, Leonardo waited until Ezio was fully seated and had a good grip on the fur of his scruff, before rising on four legs.
“Go on, then,” Ezio instructed, pointing towards the thieves guild. “Take me home. Hmm, perhaps you respond to directions like a horse?” Leonardo yelped as Ezio suddenly kicked him in the sides. “Whoops. I guess not. Sorry.”
Leonardo glared at him over his shoulder. Mentally grumbling, he started back for home.
“Hey wait!” Ezio cried. “I need to go that way! That way!” He tugged on Leonardo’s fur, trying to get him to turn, but there was no way that Leonardo was going to willingly walk into the thieves’ den while he looked like this. They would fill him with knives faster than he could blink. Instead he headed towards his workshop. Eventually Ezio realized there was no convincing him, and he gave up, grumbling to himself under his breath.
The walk back to his workshop was much slower than before because Leonardo had to take care not to jostle Ezio too badly. By the time they arrived, dawn was only an hour or so away, the stars already looking dimmer. He padded through the shattered door, irritated that he would once again have to fix it, and into the workshop itself, stopping just before the two chairs by the fire that he and Ezio usually occupied.
Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Part One [3b/4]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)“Leonardo?” he gasped softly. “Is that you?”
Leonardo whimpered and lowered his head, looking down.
Ezio stared at him for a moment, mouth hanging open. “Mio dio, Leonardo. What happened to you?”
Obviously Leonardo could not answer him, so they once again lapsed into silence. Eventually Ezio rose stiffly and started a fire, grabbing a blanket from a nearby table and wrapping it around himself. He sat down on the ground in front of the fireplace and just stared into the flames, deep in thought. Leonardo eventually came over to sit beside him, head drooping and ears low.
Ezio glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and slowly began to smile. “Come here,” he murmured, tugging on Leonardo’s scruff. Following the gentle pull, Leonardo laid down so that he was stretched out behind the Assassin, giving him something to lean against. Ezio made a huge show of getting comfortable, tugging at the blanket, twisting against Leonardo’s side to find the perfect angle, before finally settling down. Leonardo watched him with mild amusement until he was finished, and then laid his head down on his paws and letting his eyes slip closed. With the fire crackling in the fireplace and Ezio tucked against his side, Leonardo found it all too easy to settle down for a nap.
This time he actually dreamed. There was sunshine and freedom and not a drop of blood in sight.
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Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Part One [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)Ezio snapped awake, shouting, and managed to elbow Leonardo in the side before he rolled to his feet, hidden blades drawn. Almost immediately after, he curled in on himself, clutching at the wound he must have pulled. Leonardo would have felt concern, except his own side was now smarting as well. The two men groaned and clutched at their sides, almost identical in sound and position.
Eventually Leonardo recovered enough to uncurl, sending Ezio a weak glare. He couldn’t really blame the man, he knew that Ezio tended to react violently when startled, but that didn’t mean that it hadn’t hurt. It seemed to be healing quickly though, already dimming to a dull ache. He wondered if that was something he could blame on his new curse.
It occurred to him that he was once again naked in front of Ezio, but he was too tired and sore to be bothered about it. After last night, he had far too many other concerns. For example, while Ezio seemed to accept him the night before, now in the bright light of day the man might not be so calm about the situation. And even if he was, Leonardo had killed a lot of men last night. There would be an uproar, and surely a hunt would be demanded to find the creature that had done it. Though he knew they hadn’t been followed last night, he couldn’t remember if anyone had seen him the nights before. He could easily be discovered and executed for what he was. And he should be! He was a killer, a monster! He deserved to be stopped after last night at the very least. A murderer should be put down at once. Perhaps he could turn himself in?
He was snapped out of his dark thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. He glanced back to see that Ezio had gotten up, and was looking at him worriedly.
“I’m sorry, Leonardo. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you alright?” he asked, gesturing at Leonardo’s side.
Leonardo blinked at him. “It has already faded.”
Ezio seemed to relax slightly. “Good, good. I hate to cause you harm.”
“Cause me – Ezio!” Leonardo shouted, turning to face the other man fully, uncaring of his nudity. “I could have killed you last night! I nearly did!”
“Sorry, what?” It was Ezio’s turn to look confused. He clearly wasn’t fully awake yet, his hair a dishevelled mess, and the rapid change of subject had caught him off guard.
“Yes, I almost killed you! I was seconds away from pouncing and tearing you apart like I did those men! I had thought – !” Leonardo bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down and stop shouting. After taking a calming breath, he continued. “I had thought I was dreaming. I didn’t think it was real.”
“But you didn’t,” Ezio said slowly. “What changed?”
“When I started...going after you, I thought it might be a nightmare. The worst nightmare I’d ever had. I tried to wake myself up because even in a dream, the thought of losing you would be too much. When I couldn’t wake, I realized it wasn’t a dream at all, and you were truly in danger. I have never been more terrified in my life.”
Ezio jerked slightly at Leonardo’s confession. He searched Leonardo’s face, looking for something that Leonardo hoped he found. He lingered on Leonardo’s eyes, and then to Leonardo’s bafflement he smiled softly. “And you stopped,” Ezio prompted, not saying a word about whatever he had seen.
“I came so close to killing you. It took everything I had to fight the instinct to kill,” Leonardo admitted, trying to impress on Ezio just how much danger he had been in last night. But Ezio was still smiling at him like a dear friend, completely ignoring the threat Leonardo had been to his safety.
“Even afterward, when you carried me to the Dottore?” Ezio pointed out smugly.
“I – ah,” Leonardo paused, considering. Ezio did have a point. Once he had managed to convince his instincts that Ezio was a packmate to be protected, his werewolf form had been much easier to control, and much less dangerous.
Leonardo made one last attempt to make Ezio see reason. “Ezio, don’t you understand? I’m a werewolf!”
But instead of drawing back like Leonardo expected, Ezio only raised a brow at him. “I think I noticed, Leonardo.”
Fed up, Leonardo threw up his hands in frustration and stomped away to get some clothes. But he only made it a few steps before Ezio darted forward and grabbed his wrist. “Leonardo, wait!”
But Leonardo whirled, angrily jerking his hand free. “No, I don’t know what it would take to make you understand! I am a monster, a murderer.”
“And what am I? If being a murderer truly bothers you so much, why have you been willing to call me a friend?” Ezio snapped, finally getting angry himself. “What kind of hypocrite would I be to condemn you for murder? And you did not even do so willingly! You said it yourself, you couldn’t control it!”
Leonardo’s mouth flapped for a moment as he struggled to respond without accidentally insulting Ezio again. “It’s different!” he eventually settled on. “It’s worse if I do not have control! You kill men that need to die! I kill at random, caring not if they are innocent or guilty! I could have hurt an innocent person, I probably already have!”
“You have done no such thing! I’ve checked!” Ezio told him. “The moment the attacks started, I looked into them, worried about just these things, but you have hurt no one that I would not have killed myself. All of your victims have been those stinking guards of Barbarigo, who bully and oppress the people.”
Once again, Leonardo lost steam. “They have been?”
“A guard the first night, and a pair of knights the night after,” Ezio listed. “And you did not harm the Dottore when he came out to tend to me, did you?”
“I...no, I didn’t,” Leonardo agreed slowly. “I knew that you were hurt, and that he could help you. So I stayed hidden.”
“See?” Ezio exclaimed. “See? You are not nearly as monstrous as you claim. I found you quite adorable, if you must know.”
“Like a puppy?” Leonardo asked wryly, a tiny smile pulling at the ends of his lips.
For a second, he could have sworn Ezio was blushing. “Well...yes. Like a very large puppy,” Ezio nodded, scratching at his cheek and looking away from Leonardo’s eyes.
“This, of course, was after you were terrified of me.”
“I wasn’t scared!” Ezio insisted.
“I could smell it,” Leonardo mentioned lightly, enjoying seeing Ezio completely flustered for once instead of his usual calm demeanor. It made something inside of him perk up in interest.
Ezio stared at him. “You couldn’t,” he accused.
“I could,” Leonardo said smugly, enjoying the way Ezio struggled to regain his dignity. The moment stretched as he waited for Ezio to come up with a reply, silence in the room only broken by the birds chirping outside, until it occurred to him that Ezio was no longer focusing on their conversation. Instead his attention seemed to be on Leonardo’s bare chest. Suddenly Leonardo noticed how close they were standing, and that he was still naked. Ezio licked his lips absentmindedly. The moment stretched on a second longer, the tension in the air no longer one of danger or anger, but of something a bit more carnal in nature. Ezio’s hand slowly reached out to touch.
Leonardo jerked back before he could make contact. “I s-should go get dressed,” he stuttered, gesturing towards his room. Ezio blinked at him, still caught in the moment, and then snapped out of it, blushing.
“Yes! You should...do that. I’ll just...get...breakfast!” He turned so quickly he managed to hit Leonardo with his cape and then practically dashed out the still broken back door and into the street. Leonardo remained frozen for a moment more, watching him go, and then shook himself awake. He practically ran to his room, face feeling like it was on fire, and cursing himself the whole way.
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They had a quick breakfast, probably stolen, but Leonardo was too occupied with his problems to worry about it that morning. He and Ezio avoided discussing his curse until they were finished eating, chatting about much lighter topics like the state of Monteriggioni and Leonardo’s latest works. When the topic was finally brought up again, Ezio made Leonardo promise not to do anything foolish like turning himself in. He insisted that he could take care of everything, and then left quickly to presumably do just that.
That night, Leonardo staid up alone in his workshop well past moonrise, waiting for the change to happen again, but the full moon must have passed because nothing happened. Exhausted after three nights with very little sleep, Leonardo gave up and finally went to bed.
The next morning there were no rumors of any new gruesome murders, but apparently something new had been brought to light about the old ones. Familiar daggers had been found buried in the corpses after further inspection. The people of Venezia marveled at how vicious the Assassin was becoming, though a few still insisted it was a demon that the Assassin had summoned to do his dirty work. Leonardo rolled his eyes at that rumor and continued on with his day, though he couldn’t help but be touched that Ezio had further tarnished his own reputation to protect Leonardo. Not that there was much left to tarnish.
By the end of the week, Valerio and Felice returned from Milano, thrilled to see him again. He surprised himself by being just as happy to see them as well. They ran into his arms and he held them tight for a moment before ushering them inside to unpack. A tightness in his chest unravelled at their return.
Things once again settled into routine. Leonardo and his assistants worked, Ezio assassinated and occasionally dropped by with Codex Pages or news, and Venezia forgot all about the violent murders at the full moon.
That is, until the next one.
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I hope this is what you had in mind OP. Sorry for any errors. Don't worry, I have plansssss for our boys
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)I love how you dealt with how Leo would come to terms with his new form, with thinking it was just a dream. And Ezio treating him like a lost puppy when he left the Dottore. XD
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I love the idiot lordling in the early part - he was fun to dislike in a likeable way ;-)
Ezio so would treat a werewolf like a cuddly puppy (I did the same at the zoo looking at the hyenas and African hunting dogs, causing some people to look at me worriedly).
And the subtler symptoms of Leo's curse like memory loss, nausea and a bad mood right before - PMS much? :-P
I love all the thought you put into this, Anon. It is perfection!
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)The scenes from my dream were disjointed, but you managed to flesh them out beautifully. Writer!Anon let me hold you and never let go.
All the Kudos to you :D
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