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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
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Of Artists and Assassins (11/11) - le fin
(Anonymous) 2013-10-10 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)Secondary fun fact: The Carnivale of 1484, the year of this story, fell in the start of February. Cristina and Ezio had their second-to-last meeting at the Carnivale in 1484. I did not actually plan that when I began on Of Artists And Assassins, but sometimes fate decides to make things work in one’s favour.
They coupled again at some point during the early morning. Ezio woke to curious. questing fingers trailing over the growing number of scars on his back; and he had pulled an apologetic but willing Leonardo on top of himself in return. Dry seed and old oil had presented an interesting counterpoint to the sensations of flesh against flesh, and, really, the assassin would have been embarrassed by how quickly he found his release, had his attention not fully been on stroking and petting and caressing until the other shuddered and added to the mess between them.
Giddy and sated, Ezio reacted too slowly to prevent the artist from rolling out of the warm bed and retrieving a wet cloth to clean them both with - though he did manage to stave off sleep long enough to insist that Leonardo joined him again. Once again curled up around a warm body, sleep quickly reclaimed the assassin’s otherwise well-honed mind.
When he woke again, the sun had risen, and Ezio was disappointed to find that the bed was empty. That the clothes over the back of the chair were missing. And, which caused his stomach to knot painfully over the simple domesticity, his clothes had been picked up from the floor and neatly folded, bracers and sword on top. A basin of water waited for him, clean cloth by its side, and he was certain that he could smell toasted bread wafting up from the downstairs workshop.
It took him a short while - sitting at the edge of the bed, savouring the ache in his loins and the bruises on his neck, and trying not to grin like an idiot - to realise that he felt happy. For the first time since Cristina had yelled at him and plainly told him that he had missed any chance he could have had with her, and that she never wished to see him again. A strange feeling, he concluded, when that memory was no longer accompanied by quite the same heartbreak as earlier.
After washing and dressing - spending far too long, really, on tightening and adjusting the multitude of buckles in an unhurried way that he had not had the luxury of in several years - and strapping on the considerable arsenal of weapons he owned, the now fully-dressed assassin made his way downstairs. Leaving the bedroom where both of their barriers had been broken down, and left the two men with something… new. Ezio was still unsure of what to call it, but, he knew, it was something he had every intention of holding onto, by any means available to him.
Of course the workshop was still eerily clean. But Leonardo seemed to have had a flash of inspiration over the course of the night or morning, and Ezio was happy to see that one only-just-begun painting; four sketches of birds and one of some kind of giant crossbow; one half-constructed model; three glass jars with unmentionable and possibly flammable liquids; and half a dozen screws and springs now decorated various surfaces around the workshop. Slowly, but steadily, Leonardo’s tendency to begin projects had started to turn the place into something that had a cozy familiarity to its chaos.
And within the kitchen, Leonardo was puttering about in trousers and tunic, with only a pair of loose shoes protecting his feet from the cold stone floor. The table, cleared of what had remained of their dinner, had instead been laid out with breakfast, and warm tea steamed from the cups.
“Good morning, mio amore,” Ezio said with a grin, leaning against the door frame.
“Toast’s gone cold, sorry,” Leonardo said, gesturing momentarily with a skillet, and very nearly sent the sliced turnips within into the fire, although his smile was broad and happy and just a bit nervous, as if the assassin would up and vanish at any moment.
“I think I’ll survive,” Ezio replied, walking over to give a kiss to his new lover, and found that, yes, he could most definitely get used to this peaceful life.
Of Artists and Assassins - Italian-English phrasebook and postscriptum
(Anonymous) 2013-10-10 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)Buon giorno - Good day
Mio amico - My friend
La mia casa è la tua - Make yourself at home (Lit: My house is yours)
Mi dispiace - My apologies
Solí - Alone
In pace - In peace
Cazzo di idiota - Fucking idiot
Buon compleanno - Happy birthday
Grazie - Thank you
Ti amo - I love you
La Rosa - The Rose
Fratelli Auditore - (the) Brothers Auditore
Il Assassino - The Assassin
Postumi di sbornia - Hangover (lit: After-drinking effect)
Chiodo scaccia chiodo - Hair of the dog (lit: Nail against nail)
Caro mio - My dear
La bella Italia - Beautiful Italy
Bottega - Shop
Lussuriosi - Lustful
Corrompere i giovani - Corrupting the youth
Spalliera - Headboard (of a bed)
Va bene - That’s fine
Pene - Penis
Per favore - Please
Voglio che mi scopi - I want you to fuck me
Magnifico - Magnificent
Troppi - Too many
Bello - Beautiful
Parlare di meno - Less talk
Scoparmi - Fuck me
Mio amore - My love
What happens after this, you may ask? Well, the prompt was only for sex; the story just wanted a bunch of plot all over itself along with a fluffy enough ending to rot teeth.
My headcanon, however, for the continuation of this story:
Ezio remains as an assassin, of course, despite his desire here for a peaceful, uneventful life. One year after this, in 1485, he uses the flying machine to infiltrate the Palazzo Ducale in a mad dash to try and save the Doge (a failed mission). That caused him to become a wanted man, and forcing him to flee Venice for a year. In 1486, he returns, only to find that Leonardo and Antonio have apparently struck up something in the interim - much to Ezio's amusement.
In 1488, Leonardo first examined the Apple, before Ezio lost it during the seige of Forlí - and the two were apart until 1492, where Ezio lost track of the Apple in Spain, and returned to Italy, where he continued the hunt for the Apple until 1498, where he had Cristina die in his arms. That event drove a permanent stake between Leonardo and Ezio, as Ezio could not bear to keep anyone near to his heart out of fear of losing them.
A fear that came true in 1499, the mere year after, when Cesare kidnapped Leonardo without Ezio even realising. In fact, Ezio only learned of this in 1502 - which... frankly did not help much on what little remained of the spark between them. The friendship, however, persisted kidnappings and beatings and Salai, and Leonardo continued to construct weapons and tools for the Assassin Order - though he refused the offer to be initiated in the Order. Ezio returned from Turkey in 1512 with Sofia, and Leonardo took the oppertunity to move to France. Both to retire, and to leave his old friend and love to raise a family without any old inventors hanging around to be a distraction. Ezio retires fully from the Assassin Order, instead focusing his time on Sofia and their two children, and on tending to his wineyard
The two met one final time in France, where Ezio came to bid his final farewells, and they shared one last kiss. And, on May 2nd, 1519, Leonardo passed away, joking that Ezio would only be a few years behind him, as the assassin had always been.
In 1524, the prediction turns true, when Ezio sits upon a bench in Florence for a rest while out with Sofia and their two children. And passes away, having at last had the peaceful life and unbloody death he had longed for for so long.
Re: Of Artists and Assassins - Italian-English phrasebook and postscriptum
(Anonymous) 2013-10-11 06:47 am (UTC)(link)Have you filled anything else around here? Because I would love to read more of your stuff if it's available.
Re: Of Artists and Assassins - A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-10-11 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)But, A!A will definitely be around to fill more prompts.
Right now, they're just happy that OP likes the fill. :D
OP! Is more than happy with the fill!
(Anonymous) 2013-10-12 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: OP! Is more than happy with the fill!
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