![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Venezia, 1513
She's a little drunk –– much drunker than he is, anyhow –– and Ezio suspects that has something to do with the stumble that starts it all. While getting out of the gondola, she stumbles on the cobblestones and she loses a shoe, and before either of them can react properly, it clatters off the edge of the pier and into the waterway. When she catches herself against Ezio's shoulder, she's laughing.
"My shoe," she says, sounding disappointed but laughing through it anyway. "Will you get it for me?"
Ezio laughs, long and slow. "No, mia Sofia, it is already at the bottom of the river. You'll have to hop all the way home."
"Hop?" she replies, surprised. She slaps him on the arm, playfully. "You snake! You would make your wife hop on one foot, all the way home? What if I step down and ruin my stockings?"
"You were clumsy, not I," Ezio replies.
Sofia rolls her eyes, even as he sidles closer and slips an arm around her waist.
"Men," she says.
"I could carry you," Ezio offers. He doesn't wait for an answer. He stoops just enough to pick her up around the thighs and drape her over his shoulder. She lets out a gasp of surprise, evidently afraid of falling, but he's got a firm enough grip on her that he isn't worried. "There we go. Homeward, now."
"Ezio!" she laughs, holding onto his belt. "Ezio! Ezio, put me down!"
"Uh, messere?" calls the gondola driver. "My pay..."
"Ah," Ezio replies, and he turns around to face the driver. He doesn't put his wife down. "Can you reach my purse, Sofia? Pay the man."
There's a pause, and then Sofia fishes though his coinpurse for the appropriate coinage. She hands it to the gondola man.
"Grazie mille," she says, laughter still on her voice, and then she thumps Ezio on the back. "Ezio, put me down, I'm going to fall out of my dress!"
Not wanting to embarrass his wife further, he sets her down again, though he keeps his hands on her so she can balance without needing to touch her stockings to the ground. She's got a big smile on her face and a flush to her cheeks, and she uses him to shield herself from the gondola driver's view to make sure she is not actually falling out the top of her dress.
"Home is only just up the street, I can hop," she teases. "Better that than be carried like a sack of potatoes."
"No, Sofia, I will not force you to ruin your stockings," Ezio replies, scooping her up bridal-style instead.
She laughs, putting her arms around his neck, and off they go down the street.
"My hero."
She's a little drunk –– much drunker than he is, anyhow –– and Ezio suspects that has something to do with the stumble that starts it all. While getting out of the gondola, she stumbles on the cobblestones and she loses a shoe, and before either of them can react properly, it clatters off the edge of the pier and into the waterway. When she catches herself against Ezio's shoulder, she's laughing.
"My shoe," she says, sounding disappointed but laughing through it anyway. "Will you get it for me?"
Ezio laughs, long and slow. "No, mia Sofia, it is already at the bottom of the river. You'll have to hop all the way home."
"Hop?" she replies, surprised. She slaps him on the arm, playfully. "You snake! You would make your wife hop on one foot, all the way home? What if I step down and ruin my stockings?"
"You were clumsy, not I," Ezio replies.
Sofia rolls her eyes, even as he sidles closer and slips an arm around her waist.
"Men," she says.
"I could carry you," Ezio offers. He doesn't wait for an answer. He stoops just enough to pick her up around the thighs and drape her over his shoulder. She lets out a gasp of surprise, evidently afraid of falling, but he's got a firm enough grip on her that he isn't worried. "There we go. Homeward, now."
"Ezio!" she laughs, holding onto his belt. "Ezio! Ezio, put me down!"
"Uh, messere?" calls the gondola driver. "My pay..."
"Ah," Ezio replies, and he turns around to face the driver. He doesn't put his wife down. "Can you reach my purse, Sofia? Pay the man."
There's a pause, and then Sofia fishes though his coinpurse for the appropriate coinage. She hands it to the gondola man.
"Grazie mille," she says, laughter still on her voice, and then she thumps Ezio on the back. "Ezio, put me down, I'm going to fall out of my dress!"
Not wanting to embarrass his wife further, he sets her down again, though he keeps his hands on her so she can balance without needing to touch her stockings to the ground. She's got a big smile on her face and a flush to her cheeks, and she uses him to shield herself from the gondola driver's view to make sure she is not actually falling out the top of her dress.
"Home is only just up the street, I can hop," she teases. "Better that than be carried like a sack of potatoes."
"No, Sofia, I will not force you to ruin your stockings," Ezio replies, scooping her up bridal-style instead.
She laughs, putting her arms around his neck, and off they go down the street.
"My hero."