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[Ezio has been hiding himself away for a variety of reasons.
Perhaps it's because his schedule has been thrown. There are no more late mornings with Lana, pressed up against her despite the warmth and cajoling her to stay just a little bit longer, just five more minutes. There are no more late lunches, no more dinners snuck in between sittings at the restaurant. No more riding out to the fields to picnic and joke and carouse, no more wine in pretty baskets, no more flowers just-because, or any of the other hallmarks of a man starting to get really invested in a woman.
That is because there is no more Lana. She's gone, as if the castle had forgotten how much she was loved –– even with Wesley and Fred and all of those others passing on from this world, Ezio liked to think that he enjoyed Lana enough for her to always matter to the castle.
She'd always been so bothered by the fact that they'd someday leave and forget each other, but she'd always acted like she would be the one to remember while he drifted away. And now here he is, the one left waiting.
But there are only so many weeks he could hide out in Stephanie and Cassandra's apartment, thinly "tolerating" Tim's presence and straddling the line between being heartbroken and maintaining a stoic manliness. With the babies everywhere, it is somewhat easier –– distractions, and all –– but he still needs to get out. There are only so many ways you can stave off loneliness.
So here he is, tentatively dipping his feet back in the world of women. Has it really been six months since he seriously chased another skirt?]
---- Horny Ladies, 18+ ----
[And there's that thick Italian accent, suave as always, but maybe a bit stiffer than he'd usually be.]
Salute.
I'd be much obliged to take you out for dinner and drinks, for whatever pleases you –– whether it is to spirit you away from a nagging infant for an evening, or merely amuse you for a few hours. If you are bold enough to ask, then I am bold enough to satisfy!
- Ezio Auditore
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[And then there's Ezio, whiling away some time in the garden. He's got a thick leather glove on one hand and a colourful eagle-like bird perched at his wrist; that bird is currently wearing a hood, patiently waiting in darkness for Ezio to unhood him for some time in flight.
Come bother a dude and his bird.]
Perhaps it's because his schedule has been thrown. There are no more late mornings with Lana, pressed up against her despite the warmth and cajoling her to stay just a little bit longer, just five more minutes. There are no more late lunches, no more dinners snuck in between sittings at the restaurant. No more riding out to the fields to picnic and joke and carouse, no more wine in pretty baskets, no more flowers just-because, or any of the other hallmarks of a man starting to get really invested in a woman.
That is because there is no more Lana. She's gone, as if the castle had forgotten how much she was loved –– even with Wesley and Fred and all of those others passing on from this world, Ezio liked to think that he enjoyed Lana enough for her to always matter to the castle.
She'd always been so bothered by the fact that they'd someday leave and forget each other, but she'd always acted like she would be the one to remember while he drifted away. And now here he is, the one left waiting.
But there are only so many weeks he could hide out in Stephanie and Cassandra's apartment, thinly "tolerating" Tim's presence and straddling the line between being heartbroken and maintaining a stoic manliness. With the babies everywhere, it is somewhat easier –– distractions, and all –– but he still needs to get out. There are only so many ways you can stave off loneliness.
So here he is, tentatively dipping his feet back in the world of women. Has it really been six months since he seriously chased another skirt?]
---- Horny Ladies, 18+ ----
[And there's that thick Italian accent, suave as always, but maybe a bit stiffer than he'd usually be.]
Salute.
I'd be much obliged to take you out for dinner and drinks, for whatever pleases you –– whether it is to spirit you away from a nagging infant for an evening, or merely amuse you for a few hours. If you are bold enough to ask, then I am bold enough to satisfy!
- Ezio Auditore
---- Public ----
[And then there's Ezio, whiling away some time in the garden. He's got a thick leather glove on one hand and a colourful eagle-like bird perched at his wrist; that bird is currently wearing a hood, patiently waiting in darkness for Ezio to unhood him for some time in flight.
Come bother a dude and his bird.]
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[He's not sure why she wouldn't think that at all.]
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We refer to women and men close to us as our brothers and sisters, in my time.
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Would you call Stephanie sister?
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It is different when you would bed them. The only "sisters" I bed are nuns.
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What's nuns?
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Not that it stops many of them. Not all sisters go to the convent willingly or by choice.
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Is there anyone... you won't sleep with?
[There's nothing accusatory in her tone, she's only curious and a little amused.]
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There are many people I would not sleep with.
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Hope bird knows. Would be awkward, otherwise.
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[Sometimes she forgets that not everyone can just look at someone at know what they mean, what their intentions are.]
Will he hunt now? Would like to see.
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[Ezio adjusts his grip on the bird and pulls the lure string out of his pocket, a bit of dried meat speared on the bottom. Then he unhoods the bird, who ruffles up and looks for the lure to chase.]
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Trying so hard. Bet it catches... very pretty girls.
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The prettiest.
[He wishes. He would like to drown his sorrows in some hot lady's vagina but he's not sure if he's ~ready~.]
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Will you let it... catch the food? Or keep going... til it wins?
[And were he to say that out loud, she'd probably point out if he's not sure, he probably isn't ready at all.]
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