“Ch-Che cosa!?” the four at the back immediately shouted, jumping off the benches. The outburst gained them the attention of not only Ezio, but all of the other gathered apprentices too.
“But Leonardo only ever is in his study or on the training grounds to test his inventions! We won’t get to talk to him!”
“What if we are injured? Leonardo always bandages our wounds.”
“He will do that no longer,” Ezio decreed. “You will learn to tend to your own injuries. You should all have basic knowledge of treating wounds anyways, as you never know what can happen when you are after a target.”
“But Maestro Ezio, what if we’re bleeding really badly?”
“You’ll bandage it yourself or have another of your fellow assassins aid you. Anyone, and I mean anyone, who disobeys me and goes to Leonardo will be punished,” he growled.
“ Why are you asking this of us, Maestro?! I mean, preventing us from seeing Maestro Da Vinci? He is so kind and he is so skilled with his hands. He is tender and loving and if we wish to see him then why–”
Ezio saw red.
“ANYONE WHO GOES WILL BE PUNISHED, CAPISCE?!”
“Capito,” his assassins responded quickly, their heads bowed as they returned to their seats. Silence overtook the courtyard, many of the faces turned downwards in fear or disbelief. They had rarely seen the Master Assassin so angry.
“Prepare for your missions and trainings,” said assassin growled in warning. “Vaya ahora!”
His apprentices dispersed faster than Ezio had seen in a long time.
Later that night, he visited Leonardo, delighted when his dear, sweet friend confessed he’d had no visitors today and had instead spent all day lost in codex pages and sketches.
‘Va bene,’ Ezio thought. ‘I am the only one to visit Leonardo today, as it should be.’
The thought was satisfying though it was not born of jealousy, because Ezio Auditore da Firenze did not get jealous.
Of course not.
Not even when Leonardo had young apprentices of his own back in Venice and had sketched them over Ezio. (The Auditore knew his friend scketched him when he slept and allowed Leonardo to think he was doing it in secret.) Not even then was Ezio jealous, and he certainly was not jealous of his own apprentices being healed and caressed by Leonardo’s hands when he himself was not.
… because Ezio Auditore da Firenze did not get jealous. The thought was ridiculous.
And so, hearing that Leonardo had no visitors that day and the next, Ezio felt grateful (not smug, he swore to himself) that Leonardo was no longer troubled by young assassinos.
Everything in Monteriggioni was as it should have been.
Ezio was content once more.
… until two days later, when his apprentices began to complain loudly at him.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 6
“But Leonardo only ever is in his study or on the training grounds to test his inventions! We won’t get to talk to him!”
“What if we are injured? Leonardo always bandages our wounds.”
“He will do that no longer,” Ezio decreed. “You will learn to tend to your own injuries. You should all have basic knowledge of treating wounds anyways, as you never know what can happen when you are after a target.”
“But Maestro Ezio, what if we’re bleeding really badly?”
“You’ll bandage it yourself or have another of your fellow assassins aid you. Anyone, and I mean anyone, who disobeys me and goes to Leonardo will be punished,” he growled.
“ Why are you asking this of us, Maestro?! I mean, preventing us from seeing Maestro Da Vinci? He is so kind and he is so skilled with his hands. He is tender and loving and if we wish to see him then why–”
Ezio saw red.
“ANYONE WHO GOES WILL BE PUNISHED, CAPISCE?!”
“Capito,” his assassins responded quickly, their heads bowed as they returned to their seats. Silence overtook the courtyard, many of the faces turned downwards in fear or disbelief. They had rarely seen the Master Assassin so angry.
“Prepare for your missions and trainings,” said assassin growled in warning. “Vaya ahora!”
His apprentices dispersed faster than Ezio had seen in a long time.
Later that night, he visited Leonardo, delighted when his dear, sweet friend confessed he’d had no visitors today and had instead spent all day lost in codex pages and sketches.
‘Va bene,’ Ezio thought. ‘I am the only one to visit Leonardo today, as it should be.’
The thought was satisfying though it was not born of jealousy, because Ezio Auditore da Firenze did not get jealous.
Of course not.
Not even when Leonardo had young apprentices of his own back in Venice and had sketched them over Ezio. (The Auditore knew his friend scketched him when he slept and allowed Leonardo to think he was doing it in secret.) Not even then was Ezio jealous, and he certainly was not jealous of his own apprentices being healed and caressed by Leonardo’s hands when he himself was not.
… because Ezio Auditore da Firenze did not get jealous. The thought was ridiculous.
And so, hearing that Leonardo had no visitors that day and the next, Ezio felt grateful (not smug, he swore to himself) that Leonardo was no longer troubled by young assassinos.
Everything in Monteriggioni was as it should have been.
Ezio was content once more.
… until two days later, when his apprentices began to complain loudly at him.
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