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perhaps sad

[(Anonymous)]

The idea came from Malik’s own mouth, he was half asleep barely conscious when Ezio covered his eyes and pressed his chest to his back. The younger assassin had been trying to get a smile out of the Dai for weeks but as always at this time of year… He came here on this day five years ago, transported, copied he didn’t know, after touching that cursed thing that left him in a younger, complete body but an older time. They’d tried to get him back, Ezio had tried the apple, but fell into such deep trances for such long periods that it had been deemed too dangerous. They’d all thought the man would move on given time but it was like a piece of him had not been fully transported, as if a part of him had been left back in Masyaf. Reading the codex pages Ezio understood what the man longed for, knew that when he stared out of the window of the Villa he wished he was seeing Jerusalem with a man in white running towards him across the rooftops. The man seemed so distant, so confusing to him with his odd but strangely alluring accent that he began to wish that he’d look at him more often, that he’d direct those dark eyes at him not the distant horizon. The vague wonderings slowly became vivid imaginings, he’d run his fingers over his own skin in the dark and imagine it was Malik’s hand not his own, he’d look at him from behind and almost feel the way he’d press against him.
So when, on this day, having crept into his room before dawn to watch him sleeping, he’d got up and walked towards the window. When Ezio had covered his eyes as a joke and pressed himself to him to just experience briefly that which he could never have and he whispered.
“Please Altair. No more games.”
He had swallowed and grasped his chance.