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Impervious Fragility 13/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ezio drew back, looking at Giovanni’s expression in shock. “So you wouldn’t love me if I was a minstrel???”

“No…I mean yes! I would still love you!” The young assassin chuckled. “I was just trying to remember if I’ve ever heard you sing… There, I saw it! You cracked a smile!”

Ezio shook his head as he laughed in quiet disbelief. He buried his face against Giovanni’s neck before he could speak again. “I’ve…been hurt before Giovanni. By love…lost love…what I thought was love. I don’t think…I could be broken again.” He thought of Cristina, who had not waited for him, and then died in his arms. He thought of Caterina, whom he had thought his soul mate and risked everything to rescue, only to find that his worst fears were true, that she was only using him in a political play. If Giovanni left him too…he could never put himself back together.

“Ezio…hurt…is in every relationship I think. I know there are some hurts that we can’t move past, that are unforgiveable. But there are others that help us grow, and grow stronger together. Ezio. I promise you if it’s my power, I will never hurt you in such a way.”

Quiet filled the room. Breathing. Heartbeats. At last, “If you can deal with the truth that I am so much older than you, then I think…I can open my heart again. One last time.” Arms encircling one another, hands gently tracing contonors, lips softly placing kisses.

“…Do you think we could ever bribe a priest to marry us, Ezio?”

_____ Several Days Later

Il Mentore moved through the wide room that served as an area for assassins to cool down and visit during their off time. He finally noticed his goal in a group of younger assassins that were grouped against one wall. They seemed to be all telling a story at once to a young woman standing in the middle, who looked as if she had been crying before, but was laughing and smiling now. A head of loved dark curls was among them. But as he got closer, he noticed that a good number of the boys (and even a few girls) were dirty, with scuff marks, cuts, or bruises. Giovanni sensed his approach and turned, his face immediately becoming sheepish.

“What have you been doing?!” Ezio demanded as he stood before them, arms crossed as all in the group turned to him. Most had their heads down, or trying to avoid his gaze. Giovanni rubbed his cheek where a row of what looked like finger scratches. He also had a busted lip. “You have been fighting, and let yourself receive such wounds? I can almost think you lost.”

They were silent, even Giovanni. Finally one, Avo, slowly spoke, “Well, you see Maestro…we had to avenge Lucia!”

“Yes!” Continued Isabella, “She was seeing a man, and it was all going so well. We thought he was all nice, but he was just hiding his true intentions!”

Giovanni finally spoke up, “He was nice, then he started becoming cruel to Lucia. Then, she wrote him a song and sang to him on her harp. He laughed at her and broke her harp! In public!” His green eyes were blazing, and all in the group made sounds of agreement, “so we had to teach him a lesson! No one can treat our sister like that!”

They all looked up in pride now. They wouldn’t take back what they had done, but now they were willing to accept punishment. He looked amongst them all managing to keep his eyes hard for a long time. Then, out of nowhere, Ezio burst into laughter. “That’s my assassins! We take care of each other here~” He patted a few on the shoulder, and doubled checked to make sure there were no serious injuries before he reached into his pocket.

“I wanted to give you this, Giovanni.” He held the carefully bound book out to the young assassin. It had taken him days to figure out just the right present to get for his piccolo. Luckily, those he had questioned and the one recruit he had had lead him to the bookseller did as they promised and kept their mouths shut. Giovanni’s eyes widened, mouth opening a little in awe, and he gently took the book from him. “A thank you gift for all your assistance while my arm was healing.”