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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 01:30 am (UTC)(link)Those eyes grew dangerous again and he met the cold gaze with equal power. The man spoke once more, voice low, “So foolish. I refuse to kill an innocent man, but I am not opposed to breaking your bones if you do not leave this house immediately.”
“What would you know? Your ghost stories can’t scare me, old man. You hardly look as if you had the finances to feed yourself, lest own or live near a grand building such as this,” Cesare mocked. Still, he felt his sword with his fingers, anticipating a possible attack of the other man, who truly looked like a homeless man seeking shelter in the empty Palazzo. He was only dressed in well-worn breeches and a simple shirt - even the workers in Florence were better dressed.
Despite his weariness, Cesare was not prepared for the swift kick to his abdomen that made him double over from the force. Before he could recover, a rough hand jerked at his hair and the blade was there again, this time the tip tracing his Adam’s apple.
“I know, because this was my home, all those years ago. You should learn to heed your tongue, lest someone will cut it off and feed it to you,” the older man growled, his grip on Cesare’s hair tightening. “I still am in every right to throw you out.”
The young man hissed in displeasure at the pain of his scalp and spit onto the floor in front of the other man. “I’d love to see you try, bastardo.”
Despite the sharp pain of his hair getting tugged at, Cesare clenched his teeth and suddenly slammed himself into the other man, toppling both of them. The dagger grazed his neck, just a bit above the previous scratch and he found himself marvelling at the incredible self-control the older man displayed. Just as he had said, he did not wish to kill Cesare and made sure that it didn’t happen by accident.
The world spun around him as they tussled on the floor, whirling up ancient layers of dust that forced its way into Cesare’s lungs and made it difficult for him to breathe. As he coughed in a desperate attempt to ease his breathing once more, he was twisted onto his back, the grim face looming above him once more. He hissed in anger. The other man had the gall to actually look amused. “Such reckless and brash behaviour for the noble man you dress yourself as. You remind me of myself, when I was younger. What is your name?”
Cesare found himself in a dilemma. His pride would not permit him to disclose his name to the other, but he was genuinely curious as to who this man was and what his story was; what the story of the old Palazzo was. If he wanted to have the answers, he would have to offer some himself, but nobody had said he would have to be truthful about it. “Caelius. Now I demand to know yours.”
“A false name for another, Caelius,” the other man smirked and Cesare had to hide his surprise at how easily his lie had been uncovered. His captor dipped his head, bringing his scarred lips up next to Cesare’s ear, “You may call me Aquila.”
The heat of his breath burned Cesare’s skin and he suppressed an involuntary shudder. But Aquila proved himself to be capable of reading the subtlest of hints even out of the corner of his eye, guessing from the bitter grin twisting his mouth that Cesare barely managed to see. “Do I scare you, pampered brat?”
Anger welled up in Cesare. What would Aquila know? He had fought his way to where he was now. With his damnable brother Giovanni out of the way, he could finally, after years of longing and plotting behind his cursed father’s back, almost grasp what he had always desired. He would only have to resign his cardinalate and he would. No-one could stop him, least of all a dispossessed bitter old noble.
Violently, Cesare twisted his hands into the soiled shirt of the man above him and held him in place. With a hiss, he breathed his challenge hotly into Aquila’s ear, “You wish.”
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WriteFag honestly wonders if more than one person can guess who she is. Just out of curiosity.
Re: Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)I don't visit kink meme often, and my guessing ability is horrible
soooo... sorry, this anon has no clue who you may be T_T
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-12 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)