Desmond looked abashed. "That was then. This is now. And I will always want to see you."
Cirino's smile widened and he nodded sagely. "You can always see me, if you only seek me out. I've waited for you this long and I will wait until the end of all life times to see you again."
"Leonardo, I can't wait that long," he replied.
"Then stop sitting around and find me. Be safe, Ezio," he sighed. Cirino's eyes squeezed shut again.
Desmond shook his head.
As soon as the two men refocused on each other, neither had anything to say.
"I'm sorry, man," Desmond whispered, refusing to meet Cirino's eyes. "That's only happened once before."
Cirino shook his head, his hand held to his temple. "Non, non. It is okay. It's happened before. Although, that was when I was talking to a man who called himself La Volpe." The artist sighed. He shook his head and smiled weakly at Desmond. "Can you explain it?" He laughed awkwardly, like he didn't expect an answer.
"Yes." The laugh stopped instantly. "Yes, I can." Desmond frowned and quickly finished his drink. He had this conversation before, hopefully, it would go over better. "Would it be weird if I told you that you might be a descendent of Leonardo da Vinci?"
"How? Maestro da Vinci was a known homosexual," Cirnio said, suspision coloring his voice.
Desmond shrugged. He tried to remember everything Shaun had told him about the man. "Supposedly, he had, uhm, well, relations, with Isabella d'Este," he said.
Cirino's eyes widened and he gasped. "She is one of my ancestors! She is one of my grandmothers on my father's side," he said, leaning down to set his glass on the messy table. "If that is true, then what happened?" He asked, straightening up.
"Well, I am the descendent of Ezio Auditore. He was an assassin of an age old brotherhood. He worked against the Templars, specifically Cesare Borgia." He couldn't help the snicker at Cirnio's shocked expression. "Yea, the very same. And Leonardo da Vinci was constantly helping him to thwart the Borgia's plans." He paused to point at the flying machine sketch. "He made that and Ezio flew it."
Re: Ghosts of Lives Past [7/9]
Cirino's smile widened and he nodded sagely. "You can always see me, if you only seek me out. I've waited for you this long and I will wait until the end of all life times to see you again."
"Leonardo, I can't wait that long," he replied.
"Then stop sitting around and find me. Be safe, Ezio," he sighed. Cirino's eyes squeezed shut again.
Desmond shook his head.
As soon as the two men refocused on each other, neither had anything to say.
"I'm sorry, man," Desmond whispered, refusing to meet Cirino's eyes. "That's only happened once before."
Cirino shook his head, his hand held to his temple. "Non, non. It is okay. It's happened before. Although, that was when I was talking to a man who called himself La Volpe." The artist sighed. He shook his head and smiled weakly at Desmond. "Can you explain it?" He laughed awkwardly, like he didn't expect an answer.
"Yes." The laugh stopped instantly. "Yes, I can." Desmond frowned and quickly finished his drink. He had this conversation before, hopefully, it would go over better. "Would it be weird if I told you that you might be a descendent of Leonardo da Vinci?"
"How? Maestro da Vinci was a known homosexual," Cirnio said, suspision coloring his voice.
Desmond shrugged. He tried to remember everything Shaun had told him about the man. "Supposedly, he had, uhm, well, relations, with Isabella d'Este," he said.
Cirino's eyes widened and he gasped. "She is one of my ancestors! She is one of my grandmothers on my father's side," he said, leaning down to set his glass on the messy table. "If that is true, then what happened?" He asked, straightening up.
"Well, I am the descendent of Ezio Auditore. He was an assassin of an age old brotherhood. He worked against the Templars, specifically Cesare Borgia." He couldn't help the snicker at Cirnio's shocked expression. "Yea, the very same. And Leonardo da Vinci was constantly helping him to thwart the Borgia's plans." He paused to point at the flying machine sketch. "He made that and Ezio flew it."