Things were unusually peaceful around the Monteriggioni mansion – not that Leonardo was complaining. He hadn’t wanted to be here particularly, but he was close to Ezio, the young assassinos were all very polite boys, and the countryside was sunny so he supposed things could have been worse.
Putting his pencil to his lips (and unintentionally smearing black across his lip) he thought back on how he had arrived here…
Ezio had shown up one day in Venice, unannounced but always welcome in the artist’s workshop. They had embraced before Ezio moved into Leonardo’s bedroom (a small thing that had a bed in it, so Leonardo figured it was his “bedroom”) and threw two large bags at him.
“Pack your things, I’m taking you to Monteriggioni.”
“Eh? Che cosa? Why are you taking me to your uncle’s, Ezio?”
The dark-haired assassin gazed at Leonardo with a mix of emotions he couldn’t decipher. “I’m afraid I have made some rather brash enemies with my last mission. I have ripped every poster of me from the walls yet I fear they know you, and know how often I seek you, my friend. It is safer if you come with me.”
Ezio wrapped an arm around his shoulders then, pulling Leonardo back towards the bedroom. The artist blushed and tried to concentrate, but after being pulled into that solid chest and having that husky, low voice in his ear – Mio Dios, he forgot that Ezio smelled so very addicting… such a lovely mix of flavours and he was so very warm… so very close…
When Leonardo had finally come to his senses again, Ezio had them both in a carriage off to the Monteriggioni countryside. Leonardo couldn’t remember getting in the carriage, let alone packing.
As a result, Leonardo had been in Monteriggioni for the last week. Although the weather was beautiful, Leonardo had preferred to stay indoors and sketch, mull over some possible inventions, and explore the structure of the house.
He was still tapping the pencil against his lips, deep in memories, when the door swung open suddenly.
Ezio appeared in a flourish of white robes and stood in the doorway, light streaming in behind him, like an angel of justice. He strode into the room with a roguish grin that made the Da Vinci’s chest fill with desire and his heart flutter like a butterfly’s wings.
Behind his dearest friend, Leonardo caught sight of four young men clad in similar robes step into the room, silent and swift. He was pleased when he recognized the specific boys as some of Ezio’s youngest (and most promising, the Auditore had boasted to him one afternoon.)
“Ezio, my friend” the artist remarked, standing from the desk where he’d been surrounded by papers. He approached the other with a smile and open arms.
“Leonardo,” Ezio greeted similarly, embracing his friend in strong and tanned arms. The men basked in each others warmth for a few peaceful moments before they pulled back.
FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 1
Things were unusually peaceful around the Monteriggioni mansion – not that Leonardo was complaining. He hadn’t wanted to be here particularly, but he was close to Ezio, the young assassinos were all very polite boys, and the countryside was sunny so he supposed things could have been worse.
Putting his pencil to his lips (and unintentionally smearing black across his lip) he thought back on how he had arrived here…
Ezio had shown up one day in Venice, unannounced but always welcome in the artist’s workshop. They had embraced before Ezio moved into Leonardo’s bedroom (a small thing that had a bed in it, so Leonardo figured it was his “bedroom”) and threw two large bags at him.
“Pack your things, I’m taking you to Monteriggioni.”
“Eh? Che cosa? Why are you taking me to your uncle’s, Ezio?”
The dark-haired assassin gazed at Leonardo with a mix of emotions he couldn’t decipher. “I’m afraid I have made some rather brash enemies with my last mission. I have ripped every poster of me from the walls yet I fear they know you, and know how often I seek you, my friend. It is safer if you come with me.”
Ezio wrapped an arm around his shoulders then, pulling Leonardo back towards the bedroom. The artist blushed and tried to concentrate, but after being pulled into that solid chest and having that husky, low voice in his ear – Mio Dios, he forgot that Ezio smelled so very addicting… such a lovely mix of flavours and he was so very warm… so very close…
When Leonardo had finally come to his senses again, Ezio had them both in a carriage off to the Monteriggioni countryside. Leonardo couldn’t remember getting in the carriage, let alone packing.
As a result, Leonardo had been in Monteriggioni for the last week. Although the weather was beautiful, Leonardo had preferred to stay indoors and sketch, mull over some possible inventions, and explore the structure of the house.
He was still tapping the pencil against his lips, deep in memories, when the door swung open suddenly.
Ezio appeared in a flourish of white robes and stood in the doorway, light streaming in behind him, like an angel of justice. He strode into the room with a roguish grin that made the Da Vinci’s chest fill with desire and his heart flutter like a butterfly’s wings.
Behind his dearest friend, Leonardo caught sight of four young men clad in similar robes step into the room, silent and swift. He was pleased when he recognized the specific boys as some of Ezio’s youngest (and most promising, the Auditore had boasted to him one afternoon.)
“Ezio, my friend” the artist remarked, standing from the desk where he’d been surrounded by papers. He approached the other with a smile and open arms.
“Leonardo,” Ezio greeted similarly, embracing his friend in strong and tanned arms. The men basked in each others warmth for a few peaceful moments before they pulled back.