"I know someone like that," Desmond snorted, the famous Venezia Ghost flittering to his mind.
"Oh? Well, Maestro da Vinci was a genius," Cirino said, swallowing his drink.
"Sì, sei un genio, Leonardo." Unabidden, the Italian voice feel from his lips. His eyes widened and his shoulders tensed. Of course, he knew it was only a matter of time before Ezio had finally fought his way to the surface. He just didn't think it would be this soon.
Next to him Cirino went completely still. Swallowing thickly, he turned to look at the other man.
Cirino was staring at the design. His expression was strange again, like his thoughts were at war with each other.
"Non è bello dire cose che non sono vere, Ezio," he said finally, his voice dropping slightly and sounding deeply amused. It was the sort of amusement that came from a life time of friendship, possibly more than that.
Cirino frowned and held a hand to his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut and he shivered for a minute. "Ah, I'm sorry. I don't know what that was," he said, haltingly.
Desmond stepped closer to him. "Uhm, Cirino," he started slowly. "Do you know the name, Ezio."
Cirnio's head whipped around to stare at Desmond with wide eyes. His hand tightened around his glass. "Ezio?" He breathed, the name carrying more weight than it should. "Ezio..." He repeated.
Desmond nodded, his jaw clenched. "Ezio Auditore..."
"Da firenze," Cirino finished, looking shocked that he knew. "Ho dipinto per sua madre, Maria." He closed his eyes for a long moment. When he reopened them, they told a completely different story. It was like an entirely different man was looking back at him now. "Ezio. It isn't kind to put so much strain on this young man."
Desmond almost gasped. He knew that Cirnio had spoken Italian but he had understood every word. Suddenly, his head throbbed and he had to clutch his head to make it stop. When it passed, he was pretty sure that Ezio had taken total hold.
"I only wanted to see you, Leonardo," he said, releasing his head and looking up.
Cirino's head tilted and he smiled sweetly. "But you have no more Codex pages. That is all you ever see me for," he teased.
Re: Ghosts of Lives Past [6/9]
"Oh? Well, Maestro da Vinci was a genius," Cirino said, swallowing his drink.
"Sì, sei un genio, Leonardo." Unabidden, the Italian voice feel from his lips. His eyes widened and his shoulders tensed. Of course, he knew it was only a matter of time before Ezio had finally fought his way to the surface. He just didn't think it would be this soon.
Next to him Cirino went completely still. Swallowing thickly, he turned to look at the other man.
Cirino was staring at the design. His expression was strange again, like his thoughts were at war with each other.
"Non è bello dire cose che non sono vere, Ezio," he said finally, his voice dropping slightly and sounding deeply amused. It was the sort of amusement that came from a life time of friendship, possibly more than that.
Cirino frowned and held a hand to his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut and he shivered for a minute. "Ah, I'm sorry. I don't know what that was," he said, haltingly.
Desmond stepped closer to him. "Uhm, Cirino," he started slowly. "Do you know the name, Ezio."
Cirnio's head whipped around to stare at Desmond with wide eyes. His hand tightened around his glass. "Ezio?" He breathed, the name carrying more weight than it should. "Ezio..." He repeated.
Desmond nodded, his jaw clenched. "Ezio Auditore..."
"Da firenze," Cirino finished, looking shocked that he knew. "Ho dipinto per sua madre, Maria." He closed his eyes for a long moment. When he reopened them, they told a completely different story. It was like an entirely different man was looking back at him now. "Ezio. It isn't kind to put so much strain on this young man."
Desmond almost gasped. He knew that Cirnio had spoken Italian but he had understood every word. Suddenly, his head throbbed and he had to clutch his head to make it stop. When it passed, he was pretty sure that Ezio had taken total hold.
"I only wanted to see you, Leonardo," he said, releasing his head and looking up.
Cirino's head tilted and he smiled sweetly. "But you have no more Codex pages. That is all you ever see me for," he teased.