Ezio suddenly gave a sheepish look and confessed, “I’m afraid I must ask your services. One of my assassinos was injured just outside of Monteriggioni, as they were returning from one of their last missions. He came to me for aid, and I would bandage his wounds myself, but I…”
Leonardo was already nodding, yet the Master Assassin continued with a sigh.
“My uncle calls for me and it seems the thieves and courtesans have news that I must hear of. Mi dispache, Lenoardo. I hate to burden you this way.”
“It is nothing Ezio. You know that I am always pleased to aid your apprentices in any way I can.”
The Auditore’s gaze softened then, his eyes becoming like dark honey.
“You have wonderous hands Leonardo,” Ezio remarked, taking one of these hands into his own. Leonardo felt heat flush over his cheeks and his heart staccato. Ezio traced the hand with calloused fingers, making Leonardos pulse jump further. “They have healed my wounds for many a years and soothed my nightmares. I trust you can do the same to my young assassinos.”
“I-I uhh – o-of course!”
“Grazi, Leonardo.” Ezio swiped his fingers across Leonardo’s lips then, making the elder’s breath catch in his throat. “By the way, you have markings upon your lips…”
Ezio winked teasingly and then swept out the door a moment later. Leonardo swiped at his lips quickly before realizing in embarrassment that Ezio’s apprentices were still standing against the wall. Leonardo hurriedly ushered the four apprentices into the center of the room with the same kind smile he had given Ezio.
However, his blue eyes widened when he saw that Dasten was bleeding heavily from his forehead and leg. The other three – Nando, Rinaldo and Vanze -- were scraped but otherwise unharmed.
“Mio Dios, you’re injured! Sit, sit! Let me fetch my bandages and a warm cloth. I’ll return in a moment!” Leonardo pulled out his chair and pushed the boy onto it before running off.
“I-I can help you!” Nando cried, flipping down his hood to reveal earnest green eyes. He chased after Leonardo, his blonde ponytail bouncing, as the two began digging through Leonardo’s bags at the opposite wall.
“Che. Suck-up,” Vanze whispered, pulling off his own hood. Dasten elbowed him for that comment, his other hand still clutching his bloody forehaed.
“Don’t insult Nando, bastardo. At least he’s helping.”
Vanze replied by punching the other’s arm. This lead to both boys tugging at each others brown locks until Rinaldo tugged at both their ears, stilling them and causing them to yelp.
“Stop acting like children. You should respect Maestro Da Vinci,” scolded the eldest of the apprentices in a hushed voice.
Just then, Leonardo dashed back into the room with Nando trailing not far behind him with an arm full of supplies.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 2
Leonardo was already nodding, yet the Master Assassin continued with a sigh.
“My uncle calls for me and it seems the thieves and courtesans have news that I must hear of. Mi dispache, Lenoardo. I hate to burden you this way.”
“It is nothing Ezio. You know that I am always pleased to aid your apprentices in any way I can.”
The Auditore’s gaze softened then, his eyes becoming like dark honey.
“You have wonderous hands Leonardo,” Ezio remarked, taking one of these hands into his own. Leonardo felt heat flush over his cheeks and his heart staccato. Ezio traced the hand with calloused fingers, making Leonardos pulse jump further. “They have healed my wounds for many a years and soothed my nightmares. I trust you can do the same to my young assassinos.”
“I-I uhh – o-of course!”
“Grazi, Leonardo.” Ezio swiped his fingers across Leonardo’s lips then, making the elder’s breath catch in his throat. “By the way, you have markings upon your lips…”
Ezio winked teasingly and then swept out the door a moment later. Leonardo swiped at his lips quickly before realizing in embarrassment that Ezio’s apprentices were still standing against the wall. Leonardo hurriedly ushered the four apprentices into the center of the room with the same kind smile he had given Ezio.
However, his blue eyes widened when he saw that Dasten was bleeding heavily from his forehead and leg. The other three – Nando, Rinaldo and Vanze -- were scraped but otherwise unharmed.
“Mio Dios, you’re injured! Sit, sit! Let me fetch my bandages and a warm cloth. I’ll return in a moment!” Leonardo pulled out his chair and pushed the boy onto it before running off.
“I-I can help you!” Nando cried, flipping down his hood to reveal earnest green eyes. He chased after Leonardo, his blonde ponytail bouncing, as the two began digging through Leonardo’s bags at the opposite wall.
“Che. Suck-up,” Vanze whispered, pulling off his own hood. Dasten elbowed him for that comment, his other hand still clutching his bloody forehaed.
“Don’t insult Nando, bastardo. At least he’s helping.”
Vanze replied by punching the other’s arm. This lead to both boys tugging at each others brown locks until Rinaldo tugged at both their ears, stilling them and causing them to yelp.
“Stop acting like children. You should respect Maestro Da Vinci,” scolded the eldest of the apprentices in a hushed voice.
Just then, Leonardo dashed back into the room with Nando trailing not far behind him with an arm full of supplies.