"Leonardo's still working on that motor vehicle contraption, but I suppose it's worthwhile to ask in advance..."


How's My Driving?

How's it going? I don't speak Italian, so I'd especially appreciate any input or corrections necessary.

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Paradisa, year 7.




It's after sex that Ezio has his quiet moments. After the banter and the touching and the post-coital bliss is winding down, when he has someone in his arms and they're snuggled up close, he has the peace and clarity of mind to consider where he is in life and where he intends to go from there.

It's plenty sick, he considers, to finish a hard day of assassinating people with a few orgasms and call that relaxing, but it's true enough for him. When you spend so much time killing and planning and preparing and fighting, you get a little lonely, even if all that time is spent in the company of others. There's little tenderness in plotting a man's death, no love in breaking a man's arms or driving his face into the cobblestones. At least he gets those things in the arms of a woman, amongst other things. Rosa was good for him, for a long time. She brought a lot of levity to the job, gave him someone to come home to consistently. It was nice, for those years, to have a little bit of stability. Ezio genuinely enjoyed his time with the Venetian thieves, much more than he enjoyed being a mostly-solo agent in Florence.

( But here in Paradisa, he's missing the harder and more draining aspect of his life, and all he has left is women and a lot of emptiness. )

Paradisa and Rome, unknown and 1500




She's back.

Ezio is used to these little changes by now. There was a time where he knew Lucrezia as a girl, fourteen and naive to the world of men and sex but eager to learn, but then she was spirited away by the castle and replaced by a temperamental but lost young woman. That young woman fought with him and argued with him from arm's length but endlessly baited him back. And now, here she is, a woman grown, married once more and perhaps more wild than ever.

( Wild, he thinks, even while looking at her prim and manicured self. )

Paradisa, year unknown.




Lunch in the library, Lucrezia had decided. Stephanie could rattle off a line of modern library etiquette rules, but the argument doesn't seem worth it, especially when Lucrezia has already prepared and packed lunch in a large hamper lined with red linens. That and Ezio is prone to eschewing the rules as it is, and she had known he won't be doing any reading, anyway.

"The library is peaceful," Lucrezia had said. "I should like to read you poems while we picnic, and what better place to find peace for poetry on a cold winter day?"

( So Stephanie had agreed, and here they are, at a library table sheltered by bookshelves. )

Paradisa, unknown





The city had been quiet, that night.

After an hour or so of patrol, Stephanie spared herself further torture by Paradisa’s winter, even if the night was still young. Surviving the cold might have still left her to death by boredom, after all, and she couldn’t have that when she had good company in the castle.

Kara, however, wasn’t in her apartment, and so close to midnight, she figured Lucrezia would have already retired for the evening. Tim had declined, buried in some book, and that left Ezio. So, without a response from the journal but so bored that she’d risk the chance that he was “occupied”, Stephanie started climbing the stairs to the top of Orfus tower.

( She did not make it far before meeting company. In fact, she all but bumped into company. )

god lol why do i even need this, oh ezio ( hook ups )