Thinking about it, he should've wondered years ago why Uncle Ezio was always around at their place, as it was pretty clear that he really wasn't a relative. Nor, in fact, a servant. But he'd never wondered, because it all seemed so natural, so right, and besides, both he and Lucrezia loved Uncle Ezio. Their father was never at home, and even when he was there, he was cold and distant, ready to lavish punishments upon them at any moment. While Uncle Ezio played with them, read them stories and such things. So it didn't really matter that he wasn't a relative. And it didn't even matter that there was no evident reason for him to be there, and still here he was all the time.
And their father seemed close to him, too, which was even more weird.It was very rare for Rodrigo to show any sign of affection towards one of his fellow humans, including his own children. But he definitely seemed to care for Ezio. Well, in fact, Rodrigo seemed to care for him just like a man may care for a precious property, or for his favourite dog, something he can call his own. But Cesare suspected that was Rodrigo's best at being affectionate, and at least he was trying.
Cesare had never been surprised about that, too. As long as he was concerned, it was very difficult not to care for a man like Uncle Ezio, always gentle, always dignified. So it all seemed perfectly natural to him, nothing to worry about, really.
Until that night.
He knew very well he wasn't allowed to roam about the house at night, but just because some things were forbidden that didn't mean that he wouldn't do them. This time, he'd made a bet with Lucrezia that he could walk to the kitchen and steal some food for them both without getting caught, and so here he was sneaking along the corridor, trying not to make any noise. The night was still; there was no other noise than the muffled sound of his own footsteps.
And then he heard it. It was a weird, distant sound, and it took him some moments to realize that it was, in fact, a human voice, moaning in pain - or in what seemed to be pain.
Oh, crap, he thought, Lucrezia was right, there actually ARE ghosts in this place. He could give up his mission and run back to his room, but he was a Borgia and a Borgia is never scared - at least, that was what his father kept telling him - so, instead of running away, he followed the sound. He followed it down the hall and along the corridor and he followed it to the door of his father's bedroom. He stood in front of the closed door, startled as he realized where did the sound come from.
Then his curiosity prevailed and he gently pushed the door, allowing himself to take a peek inside. What he saw was so unexpected, and so utterly shocking, that for a moment he thought he'd rather meet a real ghost.
There, before his very eyes, was the real reason why Uncle Ezio had been living at their place for all those years.
Re: Virgin!Cesare/Ezio - here is a fill (1/?)
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Thinking about it, he should've wondered years ago why Uncle Ezio was always around at their place, as it was pretty clear that he really wasn't a relative. Nor, in fact, a servant. But he'd never wondered, because it all seemed so natural, so right, and besides, both he and Lucrezia loved Uncle Ezio. Their father was never at home, and even when he was there, he was cold and distant, ready to lavish punishments upon them at any moment. While Uncle Ezio played with them, read them stories and such things. So it didn't really matter that he wasn't a relative. And it didn't even matter that there was no evident reason for him to be there, and still here he was all the time.
And their father seemed close to him, too, which was even more weird.It was very rare for Rodrigo to show any sign of affection towards one of his fellow humans, including his own children. But he definitely seemed to care for Ezio. Well, in fact, Rodrigo seemed to care for him just like a man may care for a precious property, or for his favourite dog, something he can call his own. But Cesare suspected that was Rodrigo's best at being affectionate, and at least he was trying.
Cesare had never been surprised about that, too. As long as he was concerned, it was very difficult not to care for a man like Uncle Ezio, always gentle, always dignified. So it all seemed perfectly natural to him, nothing to worry about, really.
Until that night.
He knew very well he wasn't allowed to roam about the house at night, but just because some things were forbidden that didn't mean that he wouldn't do them. This time, he'd made a bet with Lucrezia that he could walk to the kitchen and steal some food for them both without getting caught, and so here he was sneaking along the corridor, trying not to make any noise. The night was still; there was no other noise than the muffled sound of his own footsteps.
And then he heard it. It was a weird, distant sound, and it took him some moments to realize that it was, in fact, a human voice, moaning in pain - or in what seemed to be pain.
Oh, crap, he thought, Lucrezia was right, there actually ARE ghosts in this place. He could give up his mission and run back to his room, but he was a Borgia and a Borgia is never scared - at least, that was what his father kept telling him - so, instead of running away, he followed the sound. He followed it down the hall and along the corridor and he followed it to the door of his father's bedroom. He stood in front of the closed door, startled as he realized where did the sound come from.
Then his curiosity prevailed and he gently pushed the door, allowing himself to take a peek inside. What he saw was so unexpected, and so utterly shocking, that for a moment he thought he'd rather meet a real ghost.
There, before his very eyes, was the real reason why Uncle Ezio had been living at their place for all those years.