Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Strangers [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Florence, July 1498

The first thing Cesare noted about Florence was how, despite the news of the chaos that had rampaged a few months prior, the city was flourishing. Somehow he felt disappointed. With the Medici no longer in power and Savanarola eliminated, he had considered conquering the city for himself an easy task. But the populace was independent and proud of it, ruining any of his notions for rule. Meeting Machiavelli became his only order of business within Florence and that left him with a lot of time to spare.

Said time was mostly spent wandering and exploring aimlessly, feeling quite bored with each passing day. He was beginning to wish that Machiavelli would finally declare their business as concluded while strolling along a large long road near the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore. In his boredom he made a game out of trying to peek at the Basilica as often as possible between the other buildings around him. Just as he rounded another corner, he found something that spiked his curiosity.

It was an old abandoned Palazzo, overgrown with vines that had eaten themselves into the grand façade. Frowning, he wondered why someone would leave such a beautiful building inhabited and left to rot, especially at a good location like this.

Curious, Cesare strode closer, trailing his hand over the rusty bars that had once been an ornamented entrance and decorating. Stepping into the shadowy courtyard, he gazed up at the darkened windows, some broken by some means or other and even more vines. There were several overgrown stone benches by the walls and a door in front of him, standing slightly ajar. Through the gap he could recognize the broken silhouettes of toppled furniture.

It struck him odd to find the building untouched by human hands. One would think that young boys would instantly use the Palazzo for their adventures. Instead, the home looked frozen in time, a distant memory of perhaps a tragic fate of who had once occupied the walls.

The door groaned ominously as he pushed it aside to enter a tall hall, cautiously stepping over various broken trinkets strewn across the floor. A dark stain on the floor confirmed his suspicions. The home had been abandoned after a violent encounter. Perhaps sometime during the Pazzi conspiracy? It had been violent in Florence around that time and with the Palazzo so close to where the Medici had resided suggested an ally of the former lords of the city.

A sudden whirl of dust made him tense and look around in apprehension. Could it be that he wasn’t alone? Warily, he eyed a dark hallway to his right, his hand sliding over his sheathed sword’s pommel. The feel of metal and leather against his palm calmed him slightly. Seconds ticked by and nothing happened, save for the dull sounds from outside trying to force their way into the building. Chuckling, he shook his head at his own paranoia.

His hand slid from the pommel and then he found himself suddenly hurled to the floor, all air escaping his lungs as his back slammed onto the hard marble. The feel of cold steel kissed his throat and Cesare froze in place.

The first thing he noticed were the wild eyes of the man leaning threateningly over him. They were cold and dangerous, the eyes of a killer. There were subtle signs of age crinkling at the corners of his assailants eyes and around the frowning mouth that was adorned with a faint white scar parting the beard around his lips. The blade at his throat was a dagger, digging into his skin with precisely enough pressure to threaten, but not to harm - yet.

“What do you want in here, boy?” The man snarled, his voice gruff. The sharp pressure against his throat increased by a fraction.

“I was exploring,” Cesare replied tersely, baring his teeth at his attacker.

Suddenly the blade stung against his skin and the man stood. There was no blood on his dagger, but Cesare could feel the faint burn of a small cut on his neck. Wiping his hand off on his pant, he gingerly touched the area and checked his fingertips; just a nick.

The dagger hissed as it was placed back in its sheath. “You aren’t from here. If you were, you would not have set foot into this building. Take my advice: Leave. This place brings nothing but pain.”

Re: Strangers [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5!

Re: Strangers [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

This anon almost got a heart attack /wheezes
Oh please please please continue! /puppyeyes