paradisa | xl λ love letter

[written in his usual pretty but out-of-practice handwriting;]

Good evening, my love.

I know you must be lonely, and I must admit I am finding it increasingly difficult to go on without you. I miss the joy of hearing you move about the space around me, but I know what look is in your eyes right now and it gives me the strength to continue on without you! Only until the journey is finished, however; then I will sink into your arms and refuse to leave until I have made up for lost time.

But until I return, you will have to live without my terrible romancing. Entertain yourself by learning what this means: Non vedo l'ora di ritornare da te, così potrai stringermi di nuovo tra le tue brachia. Sei perfetto, anche se ti preoccupi molto!

We found a town today. They call it Paradisa Town, but I will remember it as the town of tiny fellows' houses and bountiful peaches. They were good peaches, too, bountiful and sweet, and as their juices rolled down my chin, I thought of you. I beg you do not think ill of me for thinking of you as my sweetest peach!

con affetto,
your Ezio

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

And you're proud of your pride. It hasn't gotten you into enough trouble?

Never.

Well, it may this week, when I refuse to rest despite my stitches, but otherwise, no.

[Not since the last time his pride got him in trouble, anyway.]

You should have stayed behind like Tim.

[dismissive laugh]

Tim is a pussy. I'm not about to let a minor flesh wound stop me.

Ezio!

[ She hates that word, ugh. Also he's being a jerk. ]

It didn't look minor to me, and there's nothing wrong with Tim for being smart and staying here. It's not like he's being useless.

Did you at least tell Stephanie or someone else on the trip?

["Being smart", as if he's being stupid for going, but he chooses not to comment.]

No. It has not been a problem, so there is no need to.

[ Pretty sure she already said he was stupid for going while injured YES. She'll say it a thousand times if he wants! At least she didn't try to stop him. ]

It needs to be regularly cleaned, you know. What if it gets infected? There's not a lot that can be done out there.

Lana, I am an Assassin. I am no stranger to these wounds, I know how to care for them.

[Of course, he usually lays himself up in bed after these things, but...]

I will seek help amongst the others if anything goes wrong, but for the time being, it is fine.

What if there's a fight?

I will manage.

Does Stephanie still have my camera?

Of course. Why?