∞ Duplicity Dom / Sub Finder + Overflow

[collectsfeathers]

EZIO AUDITORE

Are you alright with your partner being an assassin who randomly disappears for long spans of time to go operate in secret? Then this man is for you. 6'1, 170 pounds of pure, charming Italian fuck boy. Benefits of being his submissive include: always being protected, being well taken care of, occasionally crawling into his bed for cuddles, and him treating you like the most precious thing on earth. Downsides include: What is monagomy, is that a plant? Kind of bitter about love at the moment, has more baggage than an airport.

Basics

⤷ 43
⤷ Dominant
⤷ Heterosexual (Yes)
⤷ Info
⤷ Kinks

Comments

(3/3)

[howexciting]

But then, something remarkable happened. If I did not know any better, I would be sure it was an act of God. I am sure your father mentioned something to your mother about me, or perhaps dear Paola was generous enough to ask your father for one more favor. Your mother walked straight into my bottega, and said she was impressed with my work. She wanted at least a dozen commissions, and she insisted that she pay half my fee in advance. I was in shock. Sometimes I still cannot believe how generous she was. She would not stop praising my talent, and she would dare to walk with me in public, and ask my opinions on art and science and philosophy, and she told her friends about me... Madonna Maria single-handedly saved me from a life of destitution that day, I am sure of it. It was like the trial had never happened. I had fame, fortune, friends and patrons... everything I had ever dreamed for. And it was all thanks to the efforts of your father and mother that I became what I am today.

[Leonardo pauses to let all of his words sink in, just long enough to draw a bit of a smile to his lips as a fond memory comes to his mind.]

Now that I think about it, the day she came to collect her last set of commissions was the day I met you. You were a sprightly thing back then. You still had a reputation of mischief, you and your brother... but I could definitely see why the ladies of Firenze admired you, boyishly handsome as you were. I still remember you carrying that box of portraits all the way to your family's palazzo.

[collectsfeathers]

[Ezio had always been of the opinion that his mother was a saint. That there was no one in the entire world who could possibly ever be as good and kind as she was.

Ezio had also always been of the opinion that his father was the epitome of what it meant to be a right and just man. He had been the best man he had ever known.

Leonardo's story only further solidifies those opinions within his mind. Of course his father had done something, of course he wouldn't simply just allow someone to suffer needlessly. Of course his mother hadn't cared what anyone else had thought of her, but had done whatever she wanted, had done what she thought was right.

He missed his mother. He never, ever thought, in all the time that they had spent apart, that he would miss her this much. But he'd always been able to return and see her whenever he wished. Here, that option had been taken from him.

As Leonardo curls in upon himself he simply allows it to happen, keeps his hand there as a steadying presence, as a constant force and reminder that it was over, that it was in the past and they were in the present.]

I remember. [How could he not? It was one of the last days before everything had fallen apart. His mother had asked for his help, had walked with him through Firenze. It was the first time he had met Leonardo, the man who save his life, who would help set him down the path he had taken.

If it hadn't been for Leonardo, if he hadn't saved him that day, he would have ended up just like his father and brothers.

And dear god did the mention of his brother sting. They had been so close, and he had been without him for so long.

It had been so long.

Shifting slowly, he brought himself to sit next to Leonardo upon the bed, carefully wrapping an arm about his shoulders, drawing him in, encouraging him to rest his weight against him.]

She told me that I should be more like you. That I needed to find a hobby.

[And what do you know, he never had.]

None of that changes anything, Leonardo. You are still the best person I know.