Ezio clenched his knuckles and tried to remain the mature, Grand Master he was supposed to be. Yet the heat was grating Ezio’s nerves more than usual, making him snappy and irritable.
He was sparring outside with the four boys who had been giving him the most trouble – Nando, Dasten, Vanze, and Rinaldo.
The day was hotter than most and all the men had stripped down to their breeches in to compensate for the heat. Tanned chests heaved as the boys sparred with the Master Assassin, his own chest littered with scars and muscle the apprentices eyed with awe.
Sweat dripped off all five men, even those who were doing nothing more than observing their comrade in the training ring.
“Swing from your wrist outwards, Dasten; never leave your wrist vulnerable to a strike,” Ezio commented, resuming a duel with the brown-haired apprentice.
As they sparred, Ezio surveyed the three remaining boys who were watching them intently. He allowed his thoughts to wander, unconcerned about Dasten striking him while he day-dreamed (the boy was getting better, but ma certo, he still had nothing on Ezio’s skill.)
His gaze wandered to Rinaldo – he’d been the quietest and most obedient about not seeing Leonardo, though the young adult seemed to be sulking. Vanze, as sharp-tongued as ever, had been the one to do most of the complaining and he (above all others) was starting make Ezio’s patience snap.
As if reading his thoughts, said boy began to whine.
“Maestttrrroooo, could we help Leonardo move his supplies today? I heard he wants to do some paintings outside and he has a lot of heavy stuff.”
“Where did you hear this?” Ezio grunted. “I have heard no such thing. Plus, how did you hear of this when you’re forbidden to visit Leonardo?”
Vanze cursed under his breath and made no reply. Ezio glared at the assassino, before turning back to his sparring partner.
“Va bene, Dasten. You may go. Nando! Join me in the ring – its your turn.”
“S-si Maestro!”
The blonde jumped down, thin limbs reflecting the sun as he grabbed a sword and took his stance.
His hair is only a shade lighter than Leonardo’s, Ezio realized as he glanced at the boy. I wonder if Leonardo looked like that as a boy, all freckles and long limbs…
The Master Assassin shook his head, clearing his mind just as Nando moved to strike with a rather strong jab. Ezio countered, nodding in approval and the men fought with increasing speed.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 7
Ezio clenched his knuckles and tried to remain the mature, Grand Master he was supposed to be. Yet the heat was grating Ezio’s nerves more than usual, making him snappy and irritable.
He was sparring outside with the four boys who had been giving him the most trouble – Nando, Dasten, Vanze, and Rinaldo.
The day was hotter than most and all the men had stripped down to their breeches in to compensate for the heat. Tanned chests heaved as the boys sparred with the Master Assassin, his own chest littered with scars and muscle the apprentices eyed with awe.
Sweat dripped off all five men, even those who were doing nothing more than observing their comrade in the training ring.
“Swing from your wrist outwards, Dasten; never leave your wrist vulnerable to a strike,” Ezio commented, resuming a duel with the brown-haired apprentice.
As they sparred, Ezio surveyed the three remaining boys who were watching them intently. He allowed his thoughts to wander, unconcerned about Dasten striking him while he day-dreamed (the boy was getting better, but ma certo, he still had nothing on Ezio’s skill.)
His gaze wandered to Rinaldo – he’d been the quietest and most obedient about not seeing Leonardo, though the young adult seemed to be sulking. Vanze, as sharp-tongued as ever, had been the one to do most of the complaining and he (above all others) was starting make Ezio’s patience snap.
As if reading his thoughts, said boy began to whine.
“Maestttrrroooo, could we help Leonardo move his supplies today? I heard he wants to do some paintings outside and he has a lot of heavy stuff.”
“Where did you hear this?” Ezio grunted. “I have heard no such thing. Plus, how did you hear of this when you’re forbidden to visit Leonardo?”
Vanze cursed under his breath and made no reply. Ezio glared at the assassino, before turning back to his sparring partner.
“Va bene, Dasten. You may go. Nando! Join me in the ring – its your turn.”
“S-si Maestro!”
The blonde jumped down, thin limbs reflecting the sun as he grabbed a sword and took his stance.
His hair is only a shade lighter than Leonardo’s, Ezio realized as he glanced at the boy. I wonder if Leonardo looked like that as a boy, all freckles and long limbs…
The Master Assassin shook his head, clearing his mind just as Nando moved to strike with a rather strong jab. Ezio countered, nodding in approval and the men fought with increasing speed.
“Maestroooo Ezzziiioooo?”
A dark eyebrow twitched in irritation.