When Leonardo opens his eyes, Ezio is dozing in a chair not an arm’s length from his face.
He sits up on the bed so they are facing each other and gently – ever so gently, the last thing he wants to do is surprise the assassin – pushes his shoulder.
Ezio’s eyes snap open, liquid gold with pinpoint pupils as he takes in his surroundings with his second sight. He quickly squeezes them shut against a glare Leonardo cannot see, and when he reopens them they focus normally.
“You,” he says, somewhere between wonder and relief.
Leonardo smiles and opens his arms. “Me.”
Rather than accept the hug Ezio tackles him back down to the bed, sliding until he can prop his weight on his elbows and knees, holding Leonardo’s face in his hands. He laughs nervously and shakes his head. “I am not sure whether I should praise Adele or throw her off il Coloseo for this.”
“She would be happy with either. Remind me to stop the merchants from selling you any more parachutes.”
Ezio presses a kiss to Leonardo’s lips while his hands trace the contours of Leonardo’s face, as if trying to prove that it is all still there. “Cesare saw me during our chase, and I remember the promise he made. When I returned to look for you and you weren’t there, I thought . . . I thought you were dead, Leo.”
“Funny, I remember once thinking the same thing,” Leonardo quirks an eyebrow. “Do I look dead to you?”
Ezio chuckles. “No,” he says, and leans down for another kiss.
[A/N: Again, comments/critiques greatly admired. I thought I had something else to say, but I can't think of it anymore.]
Act Three 2/2
He sits up on the bed so they are facing each other and gently – ever so gently, the last thing he wants to do is surprise the assassin – pushes his shoulder.
Ezio’s eyes snap open, liquid gold with pinpoint pupils as he takes in his surroundings with his second sight. He quickly squeezes them shut against a glare Leonardo cannot see, and when he reopens them they focus normally.
“You,” he says, somewhere between wonder and relief.
Leonardo smiles and opens his arms. “Me.”
Rather than accept the hug Ezio tackles him back down to the bed, sliding until he can prop his weight on his elbows and knees, holding Leonardo’s face in his hands. He laughs nervously and shakes his head. “I am not sure whether I should praise Adele or throw her off il Coloseo for this.”
“She would be happy with either. Remind me to stop the merchants from selling you any more parachutes.”
Ezio presses a kiss to Leonardo’s lips while his hands trace the contours of Leonardo’s face, as if trying to prove that it is all still there. “Cesare saw me during our chase, and I remember the promise he made. When I returned to look for you and you weren’t there, I thought . . . I thought you were dead, Leo.”
“Funny, I remember once thinking the same thing,” Leonardo quirks an eyebrow. “Do I look dead to you?”
Ezio chuckles. “No,” he says, and leans down for another kiss.
[A/N: Again, comments/critiques greatly admired. I thought I had something else to say, but I can't think of it anymore.]