Ezio looked up from where he was studying maps and intel for a potential mission at his desk. For a brief moment his face was shocked at the knowledge that someone knew. But the reaction quickly disappeared as he registered Machiavelli’s words. They words made him bristle, made his hands tighten into fists. “Fling? It’s hardly a fling!” How dare Machiavelli refer to their relationship with such cheap words!
“It does not matter what I call it. It needs to stop.” Machiavelli picked a loose strand of fiber from his immaculate clothing. “You’re threatening the integrity of the Brotherhood. It is true there are relationships among our assassins, but as the master you must keep yourself separate from such things. Having a fling with one of the apprentices will cause unrest and jealousy from the favoritism of one assassin over another.”
Ezio’s mouth was open in shock. “I am not showing favoritism for Giovanni over the rest. He still goes on missions, does his training, interact with the others. I do not give him any concessions!”
“Just because he pleases you sexually—“
“You’re not listening to me!” Ezio slammed his hands against the desk and rushed to his feet. “Giovanni means more to me than just… pleasure! We work and get along well together! We enjoy each other’s company in any occasion. It isn’t just sex… I…I love him.”
Machiavelli baulked. “You think that you love him and he loves you? Ezio, you are deluding yourself that Giovanni, nothing than a boy over half your age, is in love with you. My interfering will be a great help-“
Ezio was on him with no warning, hands in vice grips around the other assassin’s arms. He should have known! He should have listening to the gut feeling in his stomach that something was wrong. “What have you done? Where is Giovanni?!”
“Ezio I am only considering yours and the Brotherhood’s well being-“
“Where.” His voice was deadly level now. Only a small threat of his sanity kept him from stabbing the advisor out of principle.
With a sigh, he eventually answered. “Moskva. He’s in the team sent to Moskva.”
Fuck.
Ezio tossed Machiavelli out of his way as he rushed to the pigeon coops. No! Giovanni couldn’t be sent into Moskva! The two spies from the Brotherhood sent before had gone silent. Moskva was the one area where the Brotherhood was most blind. Only the most skilled assassins with many missions under their belts were supposed to be sent there. No matter how much Giovanni’s skills were growing, Ezio knew he just didn’t have the time or experience to be on such a dangerous mission! He had to get the team leader to send him back now! And he knew the only reason the leader would have taken someone as young as Giovanni was if Machiavelli had pressured him.
The message was written and the bird released before Machiavelli caught up in an attempt to stop him. Ezio’s glare was so intense, even Machiavelli took a step back. “If he is hurt, or if he dies, it will be on your head.”
Impervious Fragility 16/?
“It does not matter what I call it. It needs to stop.” Machiavelli picked a loose strand of fiber from his immaculate clothing. “You’re threatening the integrity of the Brotherhood. It is true there are relationships among our assassins, but as the master you must keep yourself separate from such things. Having a fling with one of the apprentices will cause unrest and jealousy from the favoritism of one assassin over another.”
Ezio’s mouth was open in shock. “I am not showing favoritism for Giovanni over the rest. He still goes on missions, does his training, interact with the others. I do not give him any concessions!”
“Just because he pleases you sexually—“
“You’re not listening to me!” Ezio slammed his hands against the desk and rushed to his feet. “Giovanni means more to me than just… pleasure! We work and get along well together! We enjoy each other’s company in any occasion. It isn’t just sex… I…I love him.”
Machiavelli baulked. “You think that you love him and he loves you? Ezio, you are deluding yourself that Giovanni, nothing than a boy over half your age, is in love with you. My interfering will be a great help-“
Ezio was on him with no warning, hands in vice grips around the other assassin’s arms. He should have known! He should have listening to the gut feeling in his stomach that something was wrong. “What have you done? Where is Giovanni?!”
“Ezio I am only considering yours and the Brotherhood’s well being-“
“Where.” His voice was deadly level now. Only a small threat of his sanity kept him from stabbing the advisor out of principle.
With a sigh, he eventually answered. “Moskva. He’s in the team sent to Moskva.”
Fuck.
Ezio tossed Machiavelli out of his way as he rushed to the pigeon coops. No! Giovanni couldn’t be sent into Moskva! The two spies from the Brotherhood sent before had gone silent. Moskva was the one area where the Brotherhood was most blind. Only the most skilled assassins with many missions under their belts were supposed to be sent there. No matter how much Giovanni’s skills were growing, Ezio knew he just didn’t have the time or experience to be on such a dangerous mission! He had to get the team leader to send him back now! And he knew the only reason the leader would have taken someone as young as Giovanni was if Machiavelli had pressured him.
The message was written and the bird released before Machiavelli caught up in an attempt to stop him. Ezio’s glare was so intense, even Machiavelli took a step back. “If he is hurt, or if he dies, it will be on your head.”