Will to Abide Ch.1 ChiaroscuroWill to Abide Ch.1 Chiaroscuro4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another rare day for Venezia, thought Leonardo, where the smell is bearable. Or perhaps he had just gotten used to it after...what, seven? Eight years? Time was a funny thing. Sometimes it felt like he had only just arrived, seeing the city with the eyes of a newcomer.
There was no denying that visually, at least, Venezia was beautiful. Pale stone or stucco buildings with grey and pink and red roofs, vine-covered balconies, striped poles at which the gondoliers parked their sleek, bobbing watercraft--he loved all of it. He spent too many hours avoiding some deadline or other by strolling the city streets, enjoying the feel of white cobblestones beneath his feet. He adored the ponti that spanned the canals where one might not expect them, tucked away between buildings and connecting quiet alleys. No two were completely alike, which made each discovery a delight.
Will to Abide Ch.2 PerspectiveWill to Abide Ch.2 Perspective4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wait, I can explain--" Ezio began. "That came out wrong. What I mean to say is, I want to sleep. With you."
"You want to sleep with me."
"At night, yes."
Leonardo rarely got truly angry, but there were some things that never failed to crash unimpeded through his usual, cheerful facade. Of those things, the worst was when he felt like he was being taunted, humiliated. He had a hard time believing that Ezio would be so callous, so uncivilized as to mock his feelings, but here was the great womanizer, standing before him, asking to sleep with him. Of all the stupid, arrogant, unfeeling--
"I think," he said, choosing every word very carefully, "that you have the wrong impression of me."
"Leonardo, no, I--"
Ezio might as well not have spoken. "One time, one time I made a mistake and it cost me far too much. And you come in here and ask me as if it's something I do every d
Eye of the Beholder et ceteraEye of the Beholder et cetera4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leonardo sent his friend a pitying glance, fanning himself with a piece of paper. The day was stifling hot, and they had retreated from the bright sun into the relative coolness of his workshop. Both of them were reduced to chemises and hose now that the last of Leonardo's patrons had come and gone.
"I said that I realized how plain I am," he replied as if to a child. "I don't mean anything by it; just that after working with that beautiful model recently, I was thinking about how I compared." He sighed, gazing at the sketches he'd made. "It's an interesting concept, really--from a purely artistic standpoint, how does bone structure and shape define beauty?"
Ezio remembered the boy to whom Leonardo now compared himself. The model had been lazy and petulant, and though certainly he'd been pretty, Ezio had found him lacking any kind of...well, spark. "Don't be ridiculous, amico mi
Will to Live Ch. 3 ContourWill to Live Ch. 3 Contour4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezio seemed to cast about for a response, startled, but held his tongue. Leonardo could see the thoughts whirling in his head, the hows and the whys and the what-ifs. He found it almost sweet, that someone with Ezio's reputation could still be so innocent. They stood, unspeaking for some time with only the sound of the rain and the soft hiss and pop of the fire.
At last, Leonardo sighed. "I wouldn't actually ask that, you know." He did, however, reach out to cup the side of Ezio's face with a gentle hand. Once more, Ezio remained still and did not shy from the touch; his dark, golden eyes shadowed and deep in the firelight. "I would not destroy what already exists between us for the sake of a physical want."
He stepped closer, felt the hitch in the other's breath. The muscles under his fingertips tensed, then softened as if Ezio was forcing himself to calm. But now Leonardo had his attent
Will to Survive Ch1 ToneWill to Survive Ch1 Tone4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leonardo's mouth felt bruised, messy, but at that moment he did not care. He wanted more of that feeling, the softness and hardness and the nip of teeth on his lips and the rasp of Ezio's unshaven face, the fullness of that mouth and the ferocious desire that burned away any reticence either of them might once have had.
The kisses grew more intense, swift clashes of tongues and teeth that rubbed their lips raw. Leonardo closed his eyes, let his head loll back, bared his neck to Ezio. He could not hold in a sharp moan at the feeling of those teeth on his skin. He twisted his fingers into the billowing white sleeves of Ezio's shirt, unfettered by armor, and pulled the man closer to him.
On nights like this, Leonardo could almost forget that Ezio wasn't really his.
He was never sure if he regretted his decision or not. Seven years was quite enough time for Leonardo to get used to the "arrangement", as they politel
Will to Survive Ch2 HueWill to Survive Ch2 Hue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The walls of Monteriggioni were a surprisingly welcome sight. They rose out of the rock as if they had been carved from the very hill on which the city was situated. Leonardo supposed that they might appear forbidding to some, but in the yellow, oblique sunlight of early evening, they took on a glow that made him push the horses just a little harder. He had never been here before, and yet it felt like he was coming home somehow.
A man came out from the stables by the gate to meet him. Leonardo slowed the wagon at his approach. "Maestro Leonardo?" The man peered up at him, curious. At Leonardo's affirmative nod, he beamed. "Signora and Signorina Auditore are expecting you. I will take care of your horses and your carriage for you; you're to go up to the Villa straightaway."
"I have many delicate objects," Leonardo began as he clambered down f
Under the PonteUnder the Ponte4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, Ezio hoped, he would be able to walk the streets of Venezia freely. How glorious it would be to not need the hood that shadowed his face. He remembered his carefree days in Firenze, before he ever donned the concealing robes of the Assassin. Back then, he had been so young, so unaware of the dangers that--
"Ezio! They're ahead of us, too!"
Leonardo's frantic words brought him back to the present, to the current dangers that he faced. Though they had gained some time running from the guards behind them, now as they approached the Ponte Rialto more were moving in. Ezio thanked God that there wasn't anyone on the rooftops; they would have picked him off by now otherwise.
They couldn't stop moving. If they did, the men behind them would catch up, and they'd be pinned. Four guards came toward them from the left--a stroke of bad timing, that; these were fresh troops who just happene
Will to Survive Ch4 LuminosityWill to Survive Ch4 Luminosity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sounds of bickering faded until the words were mere sounds, floating like moths in the still night air. Leonardo felt his head clear a little as he went to the rampart. On this side, the wall was nearly flush with the side of the cliff, and the drop below him was dizzying. If he leaned out a little, he could almost believe that he was hovering in midair above the moonlit fields.
"I knew I saw you come this way." Ezio said behind him, disgruntled.
Leonardo hadn't heard him approach, though he wasn't surprised he'd been found. "Claudia was going to stop you," he said without looking around.
There was a rustle of fabric as Ezio pulled down his hood. He joined Leonardo at the wall and propped his chin on a fist as he, too, gazed out over the fields. At length, he heaved a great sigh and sidled closer to Leonardo. "Are you angry at me?"
"Ezio." Quiet exasperation crept into his voice, thou
Will to Survive Ch.3 IntensityWill to Survive Ch.3 Intensity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monteriggioni, 3 days later
By the end of the third day, Leonardo felt quite at home. Claudia insisted that he set up an easel in her study, a cozy room that he rather liked. They talked while she went over the villa's accounts, and when she was unable to talk and work at the same time, there was always Emilio, the architect the Auditore retained on staff. Leonardo was delighted to meet yet another bright mind, especially one in that specialized field. For the most part, the three of them worked on their respective projects in an easy silence, broken only by the scratch of Claudia's quill, the soft clack of wood blocks in Emilio's model of the city, or the swipe of Leonardo's brush.
That day, after dinner, Maria joined them and sat by the fire near where he painted. Emilio had gone home and Mario was out on patrol, so it was just Leonardo and the Auditore women once more. Maria laughed at something Claudia said, a
Winter Wonderland"Dio mio, Ezio! If you continue nodding off like that, you'll end up in the fire! Please, get some rest!"Winter Wonderland4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ezio blinked, as he lifted his head. He mulled over Leonardo's words for a moment, before realizing that his forehead was rather warm. With a groan, he sat up straight and held his hands out to the fireplace, "I'm fine, Leonardo. I'm not that tired yet "
It was late at night in Venice, as Ezio sat by the fireplace in Leonardo's workshop. After a long day of assassinations and being chased around by the city guards, he was more than happy to return. What made the day even more tiring, was that it was the winter season. The days were cold, and the nights were even colder. Needless to say, after running about all day with almost no break, the warmth of Leonardo's workshop was like heaven.
Ezio was stripped of his armor and was now clad in a simple shirt and pants. But now the assassin's exhaustion was catching up to him. Despite Leonardo's warning, Ezio remaine
Bench Talk Eyes closed and fingers on his temple, the assassin was sitting on the red-draped bench with the beautifully drawn hand on the surface of the wood, loose chalk dust blowing off of it as a cool night breeze came in. The bench was under a tree near a cliff, hidden behind a building that followed a small path that led back to the main busy streets filled with merchants, citizens and a few guards. There Ezio sat, for what seemed like hours, waiting...waiting to see him. So many thoughts were going through his mind that he started to get a migraine. The assassin murmured curses to himself while he thought how inconvenient, unfair, and heartbreaking it was to have to sit, wait, and hope that he would show up sooner or later. Ezio knew that it was not Leonardo's fault, and that this was the only way to safely see each other while the inventor was under the Borgia's control, but impatience was defeating him from the inside.Bench Talk4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SicurezzaBright blue eyes gazed through the window up at the pouring sky as lips curled downwards into a frown. Adjusting the ever-present beret on his head, Leonardo breathed out stiffly through his nose as he folded the clothing haphazardly piled on his bed. Hands moved methodically over cloth but eyes were distant.Sicurezza4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's out on another mission and it's raining.
Packing neatly folded clothing into an empty trunk, the artist glanced at the empty easel before shifting back to the open window. He was in no mood to paint today.
Is he alright? Has that idiota been taking care of himself or has he been so busy that he's forgotten to eat again?
The normally jovial artist stared pensively at a pigeon perched on his windowsill, which had started watching him curiously as well, before throwing his arms up in frustration and turning to the easel. Worrying wouldn't help either of them. He might as well finish up some of the work that was commissioned to him.
A shadow passed over the pigeon,
I Loved You FirstI Loved You FirstI Loved You First3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Assassin's Creed II/Brotherhood/Revelation
Summary: Who was it that truly loved Ezio first?
AN: Because I can.
Even with his old bones aching and his joins stiffening, Leonardo still found the strength to carefully flip his fingers through the old bundle of papers. Drawings, written words, poems, letters. Everything that he had carefully gathered in this bundle was part of a secret life, a life that he could not look back on. Bad memories wrapped with the sweetest time of his life when he first tasted love.
"Maestro, are you okay?"
Leonardo lifted his head, old eyes straining to take in the young man who took his seat next to him on the sofa, his young, strong hand grasping his own, wrinkled one.
"I am fine, Francesco. Just looking through some old, forgotten words and works."
Melzi peered at the papers before squeezing the hand again. "Him?"
Leonardo nodded. "Him."
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Can't Buy Me LoveCan't Buy Me Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was no movement in the workshop save the swirl of bristles in paint, the barest touch of a brush to canvas. A soft curve appeared, then filled in, layer on layer of pale grey, green, blue. With utmost delicacy, infinite care, the shape of an eye took form through a series of short, precise strokes. Leonardo's concentration was such that he did not appear to hear the door open, nor the bootsteps that crossed his studio floor.
At first, Ezio stood proudly, grinning, hands on hips. He waited in this way for some time, expecting that at any moment, Leonardo would turn and welcome him. Then he frowned. Leonardo still painted, oblivious to his guest. Could he really not have noticed?
Ezio shifted, scuffing the floor with his feet. He tried clearing his throat, too, but to no avail. Enthusiasm flagging, he cleared his throat again.
"I heard you the first time," Leonardo said at that, making Ezio jump.
"Well then, why didn't you--"
"Ezio." Blue eyes narrowed, fixed him in place. "I am