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Impervious Fragility 14/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ezio's gift of a 'culture' book comes from my idea that Giovanni would make a hell of a cultural anthropologist. Because while Cortez/his men freak at seeing the ritual of taking a man's heart out/want to slaughter people, Giovanni defends the natives by saying its their way/can't force our ways on them. This is one of the esstenial "creeds" amongest cultural anthropologists *cough* Also, Dean Martin is just as swoon worthy as Frank Sinatra
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Giovanni gasped as he read the cover. “ ‘Curious Observations of Cultures in the East’ ??? Oh Ezio! Thank you, thank you!” Arms wrapped around him and a body was thrown against him in one of the hardest hugs of his life. The boy’s great excitement was catchable and he laughed as he patted him on the back. Then it had been a reasonable guess. He, and the others he had questioned, had noticed that Giovanni seemed to have a blooming interest in foreign cultures. Whenever he met a foreigner, whether it be in the city or a visiting assassin, he would politely ask/beg to hear something about their homeland. Or language. Or rituals, festivals, or celebrations. In short, what was different in their culture.

Giovanni had already turned to show the group his gift, carefully flipping through the pages, exclamations of delight erupting from him when he caught a chapter title, or especially when he noticed that the book also had careful sketches. With one last sudden hug, Giovanni took off down the hall, shouting for his father.

That night, Ezio found himself up for hours. Laying on the bed, Giovanni’s head in his lap where he could stroke his curls. The boy’s eyes were bright and his voice deep with excitement as he read the new book aloud. He couldn’t remember a word of what the book said, because he was too fascinated by how much Giovanni’s face radiated…

…and how truly and deeply he was in love with him.

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“So…the minstrel gave you his guitar for saving him?” Ezio watched as Claudia tuned the fore mentioned instrument. His sister shrugged in irritation, grumbling as she tried to tune. “I think it the question is: why did you save a minstrel?”

“Because he had a sexy voice but then was about to be cut by a soldier for being in front of his horse, I don’t know!” Claudia groused, thrusting the instrument into her brother’s hands. “You take it! I swear he gave it to me as a joke; this thing won’t play at all!”

Ezio strummed the cords and winced at the sound. “Sister, you have no ear for music.”

“Because one does not get many chances while stuck booking keeping in a backwater town.” Her complaint turned into a gloat. “As if you could do any better! The last time I heard you try, your voice squeaked and broke through the entire thing!”

“I can, and will!” He worked at tuning the string first until they sang. He hummed, trying to pick a song as he plucked the strings. A grinned bloomed across his face as he recalled something a certain young assassin had once said. Turning that grin to Claudia he motioned her to follow.

“My fellow assassins!” Ezio boomed as he walked into the mess hall. At his voice every assassin turned to watch the master. “In celebration of the full recovery of my arm, and to show up my sister~” He paused to give her a pointed look in her direction and allow a few laughs. “So your Maestro…will sing a song!”

“Oh…my…god.” Giovanni groaned and covered his face with his hands. He wanted to disappear under the table; even though people didn’t know he and Ezio were together. He wonder for a moment if Ezio was drunk and very convincingly acting like he wasn’t.

If our lips should meet, Innamorata
Kiss me kiss me sweet, Innamorata

The shriek from the women in the room was immense. Giovanni lowered his hands to watch Ezio sing, enraptured. Ezio smiled slowly in his direction.

Hold me close and say you're mine
With a love as warm as wine
I'm in heaven's door Innamorata