With sure and soft movements, Leonardo rolled up the teen's pant leg and began dabbing at his leg with a disinfectant.
The pony-tailed boy made no noise yet stiffened at the burn of chemicals and Leonardo murmured a low “Mi dispache.”
After cleansing it, Leonardo unrolled bandages and turned to the apprentices. “Rinaldo, will you blot his forehead with this as well? Afterwards, Vanze, if you could run to dip this cloth in water for me?”
The brown-haired youth nodded and immediately dashed off as though this were a mission of the utmost importance.
“Once he returns, I’ll need you to hold it against your forehead Dasten. It will quell the bleeding.”
“Si si, I will.”
Leonardo made a noise to himself as he began to swipe off the dried blood from the young man's face. “Facial injuries always bleed too much. It is because the blood vessels are so plentiful and close to the surface of your skin. Did you know that, assassinos?”
Seeing the shaking of heads and wide, curious eyes, Leonardo smiled. He felt a sense of affection overtake him.
He began to tell the boys all about his work with anatomy and facts he had discovered about the human body and its inner workings. That lead to discussions of Ezio and assassinations and soon the five men were talking amiably. Dasten’s injuries were bandaged and then long forgotten as they talked.
The group laughed at a joke Rinaldo had told, the elder apprentice being quite a skilled storyteller. Leonardo countered the joke by confessing that he too had once fallen face-first into a Venetian canal after attempting to sketch a pigeon. More laughter erupted at this.
“I don’t believe it!” Nando said with a smile, brushing a stray blonde lock out of his eyes. “It’s strange to think of you being anything but being graceful, Madre.”
Nando froze in that instant, the rest of his sentence dying on his lips. The other three turned to him with wide eyes. Leonardo’s own blue eyes widened as his brain scrambled to decipher what had just been uttered.
Did Nando just… did Ezio’s apprentice just…?
Silence reigned for a moment. Then Vanze and Dasten both snapped–
“Idiota! Can’t you control your tongue!?”
“Merda, Nando, why did you have to slip up now of all times!?”
Nando flushed red and looked to his feet, then up at Leonardo in horror, before surveying his fellow assassins with the same panicked gaze.
“I-I mean –I’m s-sorry I just –”
“Distenda, distenda, it was bound to come out sooner or later that we look to Maestro Da Vinci as the Madre of our Brotherhood!” Rinaldo cried, trying to silence the three babbling teens.
“Shut up and stop acting like you’re so cool!” Vanze barked. “We may call Maestro Da Vinci our mother that but at least we have an excuse! You’re 21 and you do it too behind his back!”
An uncharacteristic flush graced the oldest apprentice’s cheeks at this. He scratched his black curls and looked off to the wall, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 2
The pony-tailed boy made no noise yet stiffened at the burn of chemicals and Leonardo murmured a low “Mi dispache.”
After cleansing it, Leonardo unrolled bandages and turned to the apprentices. “Rinaldo, will you blot his forehead with this as well? Afterwards, Vanze, if you could run to dip this cloth in water for me?”
The brown-haired youth nodded and immediately dashed off as though this were a mission of the utmost importance.
“Once he returns, I’ll need you to hold it against your forehead Dasten. It will quell the bleeding.”
“Si si, I will.”
Leonardo made a noise to himself as he began to swipe off the dried blood from the young man's face. “Facial injuries always bleed too much. It is because the blood vessels are so plentiful and close to the surface of your skin. Did you know that, assassinos?”
Seeing the shaking of heads and wide, curious eyes, Leonardo smiled. He felt a sense of affection overtake him.
He began to tell the boys all about his work with anatomy and facts he had discovered about the human body and its inner workings. That lead to discussions of Ezio and assassinations and soon the five men were talking amiably. Dasten’s injuries were bandaged and then long forgotten as they talked.
The group laughed at a joke Rinaldo had told, the elder apprentice being quite a skilled storyteller. Leonardo countered the joke by confessing that he too had once fallen face-first into a Venetian canal after attempting to sketch a pigeon. More laughter erupted at this.
“I don’t believe it!” Nando said with a smile, brushing a stray blonde lock out of his eyes. “It’s strange to think of you being anything but being graceful, Madre.”
Nando froze in that instant, the rest of his sentence dying on his lips. The other three turned to him with wide eyes. Leonardo’s own blue eyes widened as his brain scrambled to decipher what had just been uttered.
Did Nando just… did Ezio’s apprentice just…?
Silence reigned for a moment. Then Vanze and Dasten both snapped–
“Idiota! Can’t you control your tongue!?”
“Merda, Nando, why did you have to slip up now of all times!?”
Nando flushed red and looked to his feet, then up at Leonardo in horror, before surveying his fellow assassins with the same panicked gaze.
“I-I mean –I’m s-sorry I just –”
“Distenda, distenda, it was bound to come out sooner or later that we look to Maestro Da Vinci as the Madre of our Brotherhood!” Rinaldo cried, trying to silence the three babbling teens.
“Shut up and stop acting like you’re so cool!” Vanze barked. “We may call Maestro Da Vinci our mother that but at least we have an excuse! You’re 21 and you do it too behind his back!”
An uncharacteristic flush graced the oldest apprentice’s cheeks at this. He scratched his black curls and looked off to the wall, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
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It wont let me post this ficlet in larger chunks for some reason. =( Boo.