"So, mysterious man. What is your name?" The man laughed.
"You were going to kill me and you do not have my name?" Dexter thought he probably looked properly ashamed. "Ezio. Ezio Auditore." He held out his hand for a shake. "I do not know your name either, but I assume you are the one who has been stealing my kills, making people disappear from time to time?"
"Dexter Morgan." Normally he would hesitate to give out a name, but this man knew the game, knew the monster, and knew how to handle it. He was in no position to hold back information. He took the hand, shaking it firmly. "Auditore. So you are Italian. The house that you live in - your family's?" Ezio shook his head.
"A good friend's. It's not under her real name, either." He chuckled. "It seems I have stumped a friend. Not bad." Ezio fastened his bracers back on, running his fingers over them. "I am an assassin. Part of an ancient society. We... take out the garbage." Dexter, for once, couldn't help the smile.
"I see. But as such, you are more secretive than a single facility working under his own code." Ezio nodded.
"You are remarkable, my friend. I have never seen such ritual and skill in a kill like this. You are very careful. You would make a great addition to our Order." He smiled at Dexter, chuckling again. "But I know you would never come." He stood, still halfway dressed, reaching a tenative hand out to Dexter's cheek, brushing it lightly. "You are a piece of art, yourself. A monster lurking behind a beautiful mask." Dexter stared at him impassively. This man seemed to be able to see straight through him.
He hadn't expected him to lean forward and kiss him, though. Dexter blinked, a bit taken aback, not responding nor rejecting the action. Ezio pulled back after a moment, still smiling enigmatically, stroking Dexter's cheek softly.
"Continue being a good man, Dexter. And find me again, if you wish to talk. I am always available." He stepped back, pulling on his shirt and cloak, gathering the rest of his belongings and bowing with a flourish of his hand. "Until later, my friend."
Dexter was left with three things: the question of why Ezio considered him a friend, the lingering sensation of lips on his own, and an unused killroom. Yes, they would have to meet again, later. There were too many questions left unanswered.
Re: Prey [3/?]
"You were going to kill me and you do not have my name?" Dexter thought he probably looked properly ashamed. "Ezio. Ezio Auditore." He held out his hand for a shake. "I do not know your name either, but I assume you are the one who has been stealing my kills, making people disappear from time to time?"
"Dexter Morgan." Normally he would hesitate to give out a name, but this man knew the game, knew the monster, and knew how to handle it. He was in no position to hold back information. He took the hand, shaking it firmly. "Auditore. So you are Italian. The house that you live in - your family's?" Ezio shook his head.
"A good friend's. It's not under her real name, either." He chuckled. "It seems I have stumped a friend. Not bad." Ezio fastened his bracers back on, running his fingers over them. "I am an assassin. Part of an ancient society. We... take out the garbage." Dexter, for once, couldn't help the smile.
"I see. But as such, you are more secretive than a single facility working under his own code." Ezio nodded.
"You are remarkable, my friend. I have never seen such ritual and skill in a kill like this. You are very careful. You would make a great addition to our Order." He smiled at Dexter, chuckling again. "But I know you would never come." He stood, still halfway dressed, reaching a tenative hand out to Dexter's cheek, brushing it lightly. "You are a piece of art, yourself. A monster lurking behind a beautiful mask." Dexter stared at him impassively. This man seemed to be able to see straight through him.
He hadn't expected him to lean forward and kiss him, though. Dexter blinked, a bit taken aback, not responding nor rejecting the action. Ezio pulled back after a moment, still smiling enigmatically, stroking Dexter's cheek softly.
"Continue being a good man, Dexter. And find me again, if you wish to talk. I am always available." He stepped back, pulling on his shirt and cloak, gathering the rest of his belongings and bowing with a flourish of his hand. "Until later, my friend."
Dexter was left with three things: the question of why Ezio considered him a friend, the lingering sensation of lips on his own, and an unused killroom. Yes, they would have to meet again, later. There were too many questions left unanswered.