writeranon is sorry for the wait and gives you the rest of part 4 :) Part 5 should be here soon.
He had a glass of wine, untouched, sitting before him. The light from beyond the windows had dimmed considerably in the dusk hours. It was a mere fifteen minutes since Ezio had taken up the bottle and besides pouring two glasses out – one for him, one for his guest, should he arrive – the wine remained untouched as Ezio preferred to drink and wallow in his own worries.
How could he have been so stupid as to think – no, expect – the return of his feelings? What evidence did he even have to suggest that Leonardo even wished to take part in any such romance? Besides the absence of a woman at Leonardo's side and a distant memory of his father defending Leonardo at court on claim of sodomy; none.
Idly he ran his finger around the rim of his wine glass, his finger neither wet nor smooth enough to bring forth the ringing sound that he remembers his father teaching him to do at the age of seven. He needed to sort out his thoughts, to bring about some semblance of order. He scrambled up and towards the blackboard on which he and his recruits kept tally of achievements. With a piece of chalk in hand he began to scrawl hurriedly;
Facts of which I am sure: I love Leonardo. Leonardo is on his way to the hideout.
Those of which I am unsure: Leonardo's feelings. Leonardo's safe arrival. Leonardo's preferences (sodomite, celibate?) Leonardo's reaction. How to partake in acts of so
An iron gate swung shut on un-oiled hinges. The latch caught with a click. Ezio turned to catch a view of his visitor at coming towards the main room. His name rang from the hall and he blindly wiped at the list with the side of his hand, smudging chalk on the board and down his hand and arm as the sleeve fell back.
FILL [4.b/5]
He had a glass of wine, untouched, sitting before him. The light from beyond the windows had dimmed considerably in the dusk hours. It was a mere fifteen minutes since Ezio had taken up the bottle and besides pouring two glasses out – one for him, one for his guest, should he arrive – the wine remained untouched as Ezio preferred to drink and wallow in his own worries.
How could he have been so stupid as to think – no, expect – the return of his feelings? What evidence did he even have to suggest that Leonardo even wished to take part in any such romance? Besides the absence of a woman at Leonardo's side and a distant memory of his father defending Leonardo at court on claim of sodomy; none.
Idly he ran his finger around the rim of his wine glass, his finger neither wet nor smooth enough to bring forth the ringing sound that he remembers his father teaching him to do at the age of seven. He needed to sort out his thoughts, to bring about some semblance of order. He scrambled up and towards the blackboard on which he and his recruits kept tally of achievements. With a piece of chalk in hand he began to scrawl hurriedly;
Facts of which I am sure:
I love Leonardo.
Leonardo is on his way to the hideout.
Those of which I am unsure:
Leonardo's feelings.
Leonardo's safe arrival.
Leonardo's preferences (sodomite, celibate?)
Leonardo's reaction.
How to partake in acts of so
An iron gate swung shut on un-oiled hinges. The latch caught with a click. Ezio turned to catch a view of his visitor at coming towards the main room. His name rang from the hall and he blindly wiped at the list with the side of his hand, smudging chalk on the board and down his hand and arm as the sleeve fell back.