Credere e' VivereEzio knew he was going to miss. He knew that with certainty when he felt his shoulder give and staggered, gasping. His sword dropped from his hand as he clutched at the arrow half buried in his shoulder. He watched it all happen in slow motion, in utter disbelief. He'd not known the archers were anywhere near. Had had no inkling that there were archers at all. He gritted his teeth, fingers slick with blood, as he glared at the soldiers who moved closer weaving their weapons back and forth in menacing arcs.More Like This
The Assassin fought like a feral beast, winded or not, injured or not. He was a handful and that was no mistake. Estefano Reggio swore as his men died around him. The bastard was covered in blood and knives head to foot, seemingly pulling the shiny sleek blades out of thin air. If he'd not known better Estefano would have said the Assassin employed magic. But how magical was a man who stumbled and bled and gasped with every stroke? He was mortal. And this day of Christmas he would di
VisionThe rain was a paradoxical thing for Ezio. He hated it, he loved it. It comforted him, it agitated him. It called back to his past, dredging half-faded memories from someone else's life. The Florentine rooftops hadn't changed at all these last long years, but that was just a facade... the Florence he'd known, the Florence of his youth was just another wisp of memory in his fogged brain. Things changed, he understood that- better than most, he wagered- but maturity and understanding never softened that dull ache when his eyes fell over Palazzo Auditore. He made a point to sidle past it every time he slunk through the high-walled gates of the city, made it a point to find time between killings to look upon his old home... his old life.More Like This
The palazzo, a stately and dignified home, had been well cared for by his family. The marble was polished, the rose bushes kept orderly and blanketed with countless white b
AppearancesLeonardo stepped easily through the market, all too mindful of the Assassin towering behind him like some overlarge, stoic shadow. The artist had spent the better part of an hour convincing Ezio to accompany him on a short outing as he'd been cooped up indoors working on some dreadful painting for one of his fussier clients. He knew Ezio had been out all night and was dying to simply drop in a quiet corner of the workshop and pass out for a few hours, and it was a testament to their friendship that the Assassin had finally conceded under the stipulation that Leonardo would buy him pizzelle as a reward.More Like This
Ezio moved silently, even when he wasn't consciously trying and Leonardo was half amused, half awed by the way he had to continuously cast looks over his shoulders to check that Ezio was still there. As they rounded the corner towards a more secluded area, Leonardo turned around again, to find that Ezio had frozen a few feet away, watching th
Romantic? AlexDesAlex Mercer slid his tongue into Desmond's mouth. He heard the moan from his action and began to swirl. The younger man moaned once again but pushed him away this time. "What's wrong?" Alex asked raising an eyebrow.More Like This
Desmond wiped his lower lip and blushed. "I'm sick of this."
"Sick of what?" Alex asked annoyed.
Desmond stood up and put his pants back on. "All you want to do is make out, and have sex in this small ass apartment," he said back to him.
Alex sighed and slid his hand though his curly hair. "Man, your like a women I swear to god "
Desmond crossed his arms and grabbed his backpack. "Maybe you should get a women then."
Alex sighed. "Desmond, come on."
Before he could say anything else, Desmond was already out the door. "GOD!" his biomass began to transform and he smashed his wall.
Desmond sighed as he closed the door to the large apartment building. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking to his own apartment. He did love Alex, but all it felt like was