The loss of Leonardo's heat is all too tangible in the cooled hall and something within him beyond a need for warmth aches at Leonardo's removal, so he reached out a hand and rested it on a thigh, just to reassure himself that yes, this is happening, and yes, Leonardo isn't running away. Leonardo smiled down at him and Ezio cleared his throat, looking towards the floor.
“So,” he began and then stopped, drawing a blank.
“You really mean it?”
Ezio looked up again and said earnestly, “Of course,” before moving his hand from the thigh and upwards to tangle in the fingers of Leonardo's own. Leonardo chuckled and smiled softly squeezing the fingers between his own.
A moment of comfortable silence flowed between them, their hands still connected, until Ezio once again gave into that ache in his chest and stood to step closer to Leonardo.
“I'm afraid that I do not know how to do this.” He said, pulling his hand from Leonardo's and trailing it up his arm, over the thick fabric on his shoulders and the red of his cape until his fingers brushed the skin of his neck above a high and laced collar.
“Hm?”
“This; loving a man as I would a woman.” He drew his fingers up and over a bearded jaw, a high cheekbone, up and into Leonardo's hairline. Leonardo hummed, stalled and then spoke hesitantly.
“Hopefully it should just come naturally, my...” He trailed off, searching for the right words.
“Mio amore,”
“It should just come naturally, mio amore.” He said with more confidence and looked up into Ezio's eyes, which squinted with his next smile.
“Want to try that theory out?”
Writeranon hates character limits and really hopes that it wasn't too fluffy, or cheesy, or OOC, or just...wrong D:
FILL [4.f/5]
“So,” he began and then stopped, drawing a blank.
“You really mean it?”
Ezio looked up again and said earnestly, “Of course,” before moving his hand from the thigh and upwards to tangle in the fingers of Leonardo's own. Leonardo chuckled and smiled softly squeezing the fingers between his own.
A moment of comfortable silence flowed between them, their hands still connected, until Ezio once again gave into that ache in his chest and stood to step closer to Leonardo.
“I'm afraid that I do not know how to do this.” He said, pulling his hand from Leonardo's and trailing it up his arm, over the thick fabric on his shoulders and the red of his cape until his fingers brushed the skin of his neck above a high and laced collar.
“Hm?”
“This; loving a man as I would a woman.” He drew his fingers up and over a bearded jaw, a high cheekbone, up and into Leonardo's hairline. Leonardo hummed, stalled and then spoke hesitantly.
“Hopefully it should just come naturally, my...” He trailed off, searching for the right words.
“Mio amore,”
“It should just come naturally, mio amore.” He said with more confidence and looked up into Ezio's eyes, which squinted with his next smile.
“Want to try that theory out?”
Writeranon hates character limits and really hopes that it wasn't too fluffy, or cheesy, or OOC, or just...wrong D: