14The Art of Assassinating Love
I've always been someone who falls in love easy, but seeing him….I swear angels were singing in his very wake as he stepped through the threshold of my home, the sunlight behind him only helping to radiate his fierce look of majesty.
I've never felt this way about anyone, even past lovers….Or people I've been in love with at least. There was just something about him that drew me in; from the soft shiny brunette locks, loosely tied back in a flowing pony tail, to the shirt that was slightly open to show part of that perfectly toned chest. The small scar on his lip being the only flaw of his handsome face, yet even that seemed intensify his confident appearance, showing that nothing would ever stand in this man's way .And those eye…they sparkled with youth and a fierce and passionate fire of life, a passion that drew me in like one pole to another.
Oh what I wouldn't give to peel off the layers of clothing to examine the rest of his luscious body. To create a masterpiece based off this beauty of a man…A masterpiece of two kinds of course. Oh but no he mustn't think this way, it was Maria son for Pete's sake!
"Motto Onorato!" I greeted happily once Maria introduced this man, Ezio is his name. I nearly stumbled from excitement but quickly hid my mistake with a low bow. I must be more careful!
"Lonore e mio…" He said in return, his voice rich and silky as he spoke the Italian phrase. He sent waves of pleasure to my ears and I quickly found myself praying he would speak once more, just so I could hear the magical voice. But sadly, it would be strange for me to simply stand there and gawk at this man in lustfulness, so I hastily turned back to Maria.
"Let me go and fetch the paintings. I'll be right back!" I said hurriedly already turning towards the door, though not before stealing one last look at this Ezio. I quickly hurried about inside, as I quietly listened to the slightly muted conversation as I gathered together the paintings Maria had come for in the first place.
"He's very talented…" She praised, and I could tell from the distance in her voice, that she was facing him. Oh how I felt a blaze of gratitude for her for that though, it momentarily filled me with pride ridding my new desires for the man with her kind words.
But just as he slipped back into my mind, I heard the man's voice once more, though this time, filled with almost a skeptical, careless tone, "Immagino." He said, the roll of his eyes almost heard through his tone, which brought a slight ache to my chest. How I suddenly longed to hear Maria's words come from that man's lips.
"Self-expression is vital to understanding and enjoying life. You should find an outlet." Maria said lightly. The hope her son would find something or express some interest present in her voice. Oh how I wished Ezio would find an outlet in painting or some form of art, as I did. Wouldn't it be something if we decided to work in a studio together, talking, creating, and becoming good friends under this rooftop…Maybe more.
Ezio scoffed as he spoke, "I have plenty of outlets." This piqued my interest. He already had outlets? What could those be…?
I could only imagine the look on Maria's face as she spoke once again, "I meant besides vaginas."
Ah, that kind of outlet…That complicates my ideas…And desires. Obviously Ezio has no interest in men….But maybe….No I couldn't….But maybe I could hint it…Maybe even be allowed to become an outlet of sorts myself. I shook my head as those strange thoughts poured into it, what was becoming of me? I was as bad as a young maiden who was love struck by a knight in armor.
"Mother!" Ezio nearly growled just as I headed for the door once again. I walked directly between them, wanting to be in front of Ezio, if just for a moment. Glancing a sidelong look at him, wistfully wishing he could make conversation with this man.
"Back to your house then?" I said quickly, not ceasing my step as I felt their gaze behind me.
"Si…Si…" Maria agreed, the click of her heels following in my wake as trailed behind me to catch up. I turned at her next words as we got no farther than a few feet, "Ezio, help Leonardo, will you?"
Ezio turned towards me and reached out for the box of paintings I currently carried in my now , slightly trembling, hands. Oh how I wish he was reaching out for me and not this cursed box! But woe is me, I handed the man my works without another word, our hands brushing momentarily. I nearly gasped I felt a warmth seep through my very pours at his touch. It was a passion like nothing I've felt and I wondered if he felt the same thing. But I needed to be discreet; this was neither the time nor place for such delusions; but when I met his eyes again, I noticed his eyes were slightly wider, as he gave me an almost awe filled gaze, before he quickly glanced away and turned towards his mother, taking the box as he went.
Did he feel the same thing…? No, no. Do not fool yourself into such thinking Leonardo…It is all but wistful thinking on your part!
After a brief walk, we arrived at the Auditore villa. What a place, I found myself thinking, fitting for a family like them. I watched Ezio as he set the box outside a door and turned back towards us.
"Thank you for the help, son. Don't let me keep you from your other duties…" Maria smiled towards her son, who returned it in time. He looked back towards me as I quickly pulled my words together before he left.
"It was nice to meet you Ezio. I hope our paths cross again…" I beamed, hoping I appeared friendly and inviting, and not too desperate as I spoke swift and happily.
"Anchio…" He said in return, causing my smile to brighten, as I begged I would see this man again soon, no matter the case. He waved his farewell and strolled, nearly strutted, out of his family's villa, the air of confidence and pride nearly tangible as he strode away.
Maria and I watched him leave until he turned the corner and was out of sight before she turned to me and smiled, once more thanking me and giving me praise and a fond Farwell before heading inside through the door Ezio left the box beside, and being the gentleman that I am, I carried it inside to the desk for her. Earning yet another thanks and farewell before leaving the room and family's villa.
As I walked back to my own home, all I could think of was the fire in those eyes and that confidence in his step as he strode away, and with hope, that farewell would not be the last.
Yes a new story...lol. Assassins creed this time. I love the pairing EzioxLeonardo. First time with these too!
So anyway, I hope you all enjoy this.
Thanks for reading, I love reviews~ Hope you like it!
Ezio and Leonardo DO NOT belong to me
Just this crazy interpretation of the story does~