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Impervious Fragility 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Another sigh escaped from his sister. She watched as he stopped next to the apprentice who looked up and immediately extracted himself from the courtesans. He followed Ezio out, hovering as close as possible to his side. “I hope you really know what you’re doing Ezio…”

Their walk back to Isola Tiberina was quiet and tense. When Ezio would try to speak he would stop himself. And when Giovanni tried to voice his fears, he’d push them down, telling himself he was being foolish.

“Giovanni.”

The young assassin stopped just inside one of the secret entrances into the hideout. He didn’t turn to look at Ezio. Maestro. Lover? What could he call him? Did he have a right to?“Are you angry that we left?”

At that he finally looked at Ezio. “No.”

“You were quiet the entire time back.”

“As were you.”

“True…” The Master Assassin found himself fidgeting. “So you are upset with me?”

“No…Yes…” He fumbled with his disguise, removing the cloak. “I don’t know. It is something I need to figure out. On my own.” He offered a shaky smile. “I’ll come see you when I do.” Finally, he placed a soft kiss on Ezio’s cheek and took off to reach his room.

As it turned out, Ezio didn’t just flirt with the courtesans. From everything Giovanni saw, he flirted with everyone. When he would hire thieves to help on a mission, some would gush about how handsome the master assassin was. How it was such a pleasure to be hired by him. Even the mercenaries would talk of him! Comparing occasions when they had wrestled with him, or when he had bested them in a sword match. Were they even true sword matches, or was it word play for something else!?

Unable to keep his emotions in check, he tried to avoid seeing Ezio. He feared he wouldn’t be able to think or talk straight if he did. The jealousy was raw and intense. But did he truly have any right to be jealous? Ezio was Il Mentore, Maestro, Master Assassin of the Brotherhood. Giovanni finally told himself that Ezio wasn’t his to control like that. He was a person who could decide and do whatever they want. And he should be okay with whatever Ezio did.

It was the most miserable decision he ever made.
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Ezio finally pinned Giovanni down after several days of trying to get him alone. He could almost swear that the boy was purposely avoiding him! …could he be? He found him in the hideout’s small library. Night had fallen deep enough that most of the other assassins were asleep. He was seated at a table in the corner, leaning over to read one of the larger books by lantern. The light highlighted the softness of his face, his green eyes as they moved slowly over the words, and sank into his dark curls.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, piccolo…”

He watched Giovanni’s shoulder’s tense ever so slightly. He tried to pretend that he was still reading but Ezio could see his eyes had stopped moving over the page. “Was there something you require me for, Il Mentore?”

Ezio stopped at the flat tone in the young man’s voice. Hard. His hand froze above Giovanni’s shoulder. “No. Giovanni, I just wanted to—“

“If you require solace in the library I will take my things and leave.” Giovanni suddenly stood, sweeping his materials under one arm. He stepped around Ezio with eyes fixed on the door.

He gripped him on the elbow before he could move any further away. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. Why wouldn’t Giovanni look at him? “Why do you avoid me Giovanni? It has been days…Why are you so upset?”