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On a Horse, With No Shame 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

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"That was certainly more enjoyable than our last carriage ride, eh Ezio?" mused Leonardo while he climbed the stairway to the Auditore family's villa. "…Ezio?" He stopped and glanced back to find the assassin staggering along, hunched over beneath the weight of a huge canvas sack. Guiltily, the artist adjusted his own small shoulder bag and waited on the landing.

"I understand all the clothes," Ezio groused with each step, "but are the tools and models really necessary?"

"You never know when inspiration will strike," replied Leonardo, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

His hand did not linger because, in the courtyard, a booming voice rang out, "Nipote! You had your sister and I worried when you shipped off to Venezia without telling us!"

A portly, well-dressed man strode across the flagstones and swept Ezio, who had no time to drop his bag, up in a crushing hug. There came a quiet snap, and Leonardo must have looked panicked because Ezio grunted, "Don't fear; that was just my back."

Once released, he said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Mario. My departure was a little…spontaneous, and then I was caught up in a few affairs."

There was a roguish but understanding glint in his uncle's eye, even if the man had the wrong idea for once. Then, Mario turned to his nephew's companion, saying, "And you must be the famous Leonardo da Vinci. I can recognize the air of genius about you. I want to personally thank you for your work on the Codex-and those remarkable blades, of course. My reckless nephew owes his life to them, surely."

Leonardo, having apparently won the man's favor, found himself taken on a whirlwind tour of the house while Ezio trudged off to air out the guestroom. After a light meal, they retreated to Leonardo's appointed room, in need of a reprieve from Mario's boisterous joviality.

"I had the chance to see the gallery. It's quite impressive," said Leonardo, pulling an old, full-sleeved shirt on, "and your uncle said you chose them?"

Ezio sat on the edge of the bed and started yanking his boots on over the breeches he'd changed into. "Yeah, well, I've sort of acquired a taste for art." There was a distinct drawl to the assassin's voice and his sidelong glance lingered just short of indecency.

"You can't possibly be my brother. He only cared about paintings of nude women." A young woman stood in the doorway, her round face bearing a wry-but affectionate-smile.

"So, Claudia, you are capable of leaving the study after all."

"If someone would keep better track of his spending, I would not always be surrounded by dusty books," she replied, then nodded politely to Leonardo before turning on her brother again. "I started running out of excuses, so now most of your expenses are under 'Whores.'"

"You would say such things in front of a guest, sister?"

"Ezio, any friend of yours already knows what you are like."

Leonardo struggled to keep his amusement locked behind tight lips as the younger man feigned being wounded.

"Tell me: why are you both dressed like boys back from running wild in the country?" asked Claudia, folding her arms across her chest.

The two men were clothed similarly in more austere garb than usual, but where Ezio's shirt was merely white, the artist's had no dominant color. Though faded and washed out, Leonardo's shirt was a medley of hues and stains, due in no small part to his habit of wiping paint-covered hands on it.

Leonardo spoke up, "I asked to see the estate's horses. I was advised not to wear nice clothing…"

Ezio's sister regarded him sternly for a moment, then said, "Ha, why should I expect formality in a house of assassini?" As she left, they heard her mutter, "Especially with the way Uncle behaves at dinner…"

A moment of uncertainty passed before Leonardo checked that his various art supplies were safely tucked away in his satchel. Ezio, still reclining on the bed after his "injury", asked, "Do you think she's suffered from having no feminine influences here?"

From across the room, Leonardo appeared to consider this. "Well, she's your sister, so I suppose this change was inevitable."

When he found himself pinned to the wall, he chided himself for forgetting how fast the assassin could move.

On a Horse, With No Shame 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

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Leonardo was puzzled when Ezio led him through the gate in the town walls and past the open stables on the other side. The assassin paid no attention to the horses there and continued ambling down the dirt path that circled the estate, halting when he realized that his friend was not following. He looked back to find Leonardo's attention was clearly torn between him and the nearby animals.

"Those belong to the couriers," Ezio yelled back. "I thought you'd want to meet mine…"

The artist clutched his bag and, after a bustling jog, was again at Ezio's side. A short stroll through the countryside landed them at a larger, enclosed stable and a sprawling paddock.

Leonardo felt refreshed to be out in the open air after so many years in various cities. The grass of the fields was plush and verdant, and the faint breeze rippled it with gold before winding through the region's rocky valleys and sloping hillsides. While he surveyed the landscape, he felt Ezio lean against the fence beside him, but he was still startled when the other man whistled sharply.

Hands cupped around his mouth, the assassin called out, "Zucchero, hey, come here. Zucchero!"

As if it knew it had an adoring audience, a white horse pranced into view from beyond the stable with its tail flicking like spun sunlight. It came to a halt by the fence in front of them, but then started butting its chest against the wooden beams, whinnying plaintively.

"I think it wants the sugar you promised," said Leonardo.

Ezio stared at him for a moment as the horse snuffled into his raised palm with its grey-tinged nose. "I didn't…oh, no, his name is 'Zucchero.'"

Then it was the artist's turn to stare blankly. Eventually he said, "You…you named your horse 'Sugar,' Ezio? Not that it isn't a good name," he added quickly, because the horse had the right color and disposition for such a moniker, "but it's not one I'd expect from you."

"Well, I did not name him," replied Ezio, petting the horse's pale neck. He was smiling, but Leonardo didn't miss the sullen look in his eyes or the way his other hand clenched around the railing. "My brother Petruccio was jealous when our parents gave me a horse. He was always sneaking off to the stables back in Florence, his pockets full of sugar he'd stolen from the kitchen. I must have called my horse for hours until I realized he wouldn't respond to anything else."

Shaking his head, the assassin withdrew into the memory until Leonardo's light touch on his sleeve pulled him back.

"Sorry," they said together, and that seemed to be enough. Eyes downcast, Ezio felt Leonardo's hand travel up his arm and clap him on the shoulder. Even Zucchero whickered morosely, though that was possibly because his chin was no longer being scratched.

Ezio soon regained his composure and, turning to the artist, asked with a nod at his horse, "Would you like me to put him through his paces?"

The speed at which Leonardo produced parchment and charcoal from his bag answered that question. He clambered up to sit on the top of the fence while Ezio vaulted onto the horse's bare back, not bothering with a saddle or bridle. The assassin waited for Leonardo to situate himself, and then nudged Zucchero with his heels. He started at a slow walk and Zucchero proudly circled the field in a high-stepping gait.

After several laps, the artist looked up from the sheaf of paper balanced on his knees and signaled for them to go faster, and Ezio obliged. Still more signals had him urging his horse into sharp turns and sidesteps as the charcoal in Leonardo's hands skittered across the parchment.

It was impossible to get much detail, but that was not Leonardo's intent. The harmony between man and horse was captured in loose lines, his attempt to portray that fleeting movement. He had just put the finishing touches on an image of Zucchero in mid-turn--Ezio and the horse leaning together, Ezio's fingers tangled in the streaming mane--when he was again captivated. The assassin had been idling in the paddock until Leonardo's sketching grew less frantic. Now he clicked his tongue and gripped the horse's sides with his knees as Zucchero shifted into a canter.

Re: On a Horse, With No Shame 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

This looks so amazing so far, I'm happy to see it has a fairly recent chapter! Please more!

Re: On a Horse, With No Shame 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

"I started running out of excuses, so now most of your expenses are under 'Whores.'"

I died laughing - best Ezio/Claudia banter ever ^__^ I am really enjoying this fic!