The evening was dark and wet in Roma, and Leonardo was glad to be spending it inside with his closest friend. Though the circumstances could have better, he thought, tending to the wounds of Ezio's latest exploits. Leonardo was cleaning a cut on his brown when an old memory surfaced, filling his chest with amusement, laughter bubbling from his mouth.
Ezio raised a brow. “What?”
“Oh no, no, it's nothing,” the old artist replied, trying to suppress his mirth and refocus on his charge's injuries.
The Assassin pulled his head back, smirking. “Oh come now, Leonardo, you know you can not keep things from me.”
“Ezio, I assure it is nothing of--”
“I insist.”
Well if he insisted, Leonardo supposed he there was nothing he could do. “Do you remember that time all those years ago in Firenze, when we first met?” Ezio's expression changed to one of mortification, Leonardo grinning when he saw, “and you fell off a building and I had to carry you all the way home to your mother?”
Ezio flushed a pretty pink, turning his head away. “I recall no such thing.”
“Oh yes you do!” Leonardo cackled, “she gave you such a scolding!”
“You are exaggerating, it was not that bad.”
Leonardo raised an eyebrow at his friend. “As I recall, you and Federico could not leave the palazzo for a month.”
The Assassin snapped his head back at that. “It was not that long! And you did not carry me the entire way, I am certain walked myself for a time.” When Leonardo's smile did not lessen, Ezio tried to switch tactics from denial to diversion. “Please, Leonardo, can we just finish this for now? My wounds are causing me no small amount of discomfort.”
The artist shook his head fondly, smirking as he moved to cradle Ezio's bloody palm in his hand. “Alright, alright, there will be no other interruptions.” He continued to work in silence after that, waiting until Ezio's body had fully relaxed. “Remember how you landed flat on your face?”
[BONUS] Reminiscence
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The evening was dark and wet in Roma, and Leonardo was glad to be spending it inside with his closest friend. Though the circumstances could have better, he thought, tending to the wounds of Ezio's latest exploits. Leonardo was cleaning a cut on his brown when an old memory surfaced, filling his chest with amusement, laughter bubbling from his mouth.
Ezio raised a brow. “What?”
“Oh no, no, it's nothing,” the old artist replied, trying to suppress his mirth and refocus on his charge's injuries.
The Assassin pulled his head back, smirking. “Oh come now, Leonardo, you know you can not keep things from me.”
“Ezio, I assure it is nothing of--”
“I insist.”
Well if he insisted, Leonardo supposed he there was nothing he could do. “Do you remember that time all those years ago in Firenze, when we first met?” Ezio's expression changed to one of mortification, Leonardo grinning when he saw, “and you fell off a building and I had to carry you all the way home to your mother?”
Ezio flushed a pretty pink, turning his head away. “I recall no such thing.”
“Oh yes you do!” Leonardo cackled, “she gave you such a scolding!”
“You are exaggerating, it was not that bad.”
Leonardo raised an eyebrow at his friend. “As I recall, you and Federico could not leave the palazzo for a month.”
The Assassin snapped his head back at that. “It was not that long! And you did not carry me the entire way, I am certain walked myself for a time.” When Leonardo's smile did not lessen, Ezio tried to switch tactics from denial to diversion. “Please, Leonardo, can we just finish this for now? My wounds are causing me no small amount of discomfort.”
The artist shook his head fondly, smirking as he moved to cradle Ezio's bloody palm in his hand. “Alright, alright, there will be no other interruptions.” He continued to work in silence after that, waiting until Ezio's body had fully relaxed. “Remember how you landed flat on your face?”
“Leonardo!”