xlviii λ dirty letters

[assassino]

[Written:]

When we were in Stepford, I took a woman to bed and she disappeared. And this was no woman slinking from bed before morning! She truly vanished entirely into thin air. I was terribly confused then, just as I am now, and it is frustrating to think about even now –– she was a really beautiful woman! Setting aside the, ah… disappointment of losing such a fine lover, I enjoyed her company as well, and I take no pleasure in absence.

To think Paradisa would send someone home in the midst of a romp! I suppose men now have an excuse for finishing before their lovers, fearing they will be finishing alone otherwise.

I do not write often enough. I will try harder in the new year, hmm?

E. A.


----- Cassandra ----

[Dictated:]

Have you been as busy as I have, this holiday?

You should come riding with me.

Comments

Ezio

[hellofist]

Not too busy, for that.

[There's still a lot of snow though, Ezio. Didn't they talk about that?]

Should I meet you?

Cassandra

[assassino]

[That's why they will ride in the city, where snow is more cleared :') Ezio chuckles.]

Yes, please. Dress warmly and I meet you at your place.

Ezio

[hellofist]

Alright. Will be waiting, then.

[And she will be, up on the roof just like the last time she waited for him to show up. She can see better from up there, after all.]

[putuporshutup]

So am I supposed to blame you for South disappearing on us?

[She lets out a low whistle.]

That bad, huh?

[secondchances]

The weirdest post of the new year goes to... E.A.

[Judging.]

[assassino]

It is certainly strange!

[assassino]

You may.

Are you feeling terrible as well?

[putuporshutup]

Can't say I'm hurting in that department, but she certainly was a good time. Damn shame.

[She's actually more than a little bummed to hear that South might be gone, but she won't let on.]

I was asking if you were that bad, but that bit about men having an excuse to finish first kinda answers the question, I guess.

[secondchances]

You're certainly strange.

[focusrighthere]

Didn't really need to share this.

Ezio ; written

[molotov]

[Something about this miffs Molotov. She knows that she slept with Brock during Stepford, but she was open about it, and he's also her real husband! Ezio was creeping around behind her back while he was supposed to be her husband? He couldn't even make it a week?

Molotov scribbles out the filter before writing anything else. In fact, she stares at the page for a while, a choice ass-chewing forming in her head, but then she just puts pen to paper to write (with a sense of unhappiness that might actually be palpable).]

Good for you.

Cassandra

[assassino]

[He's along shortly, astride Maximus with a second horse tethered behind. He slows as he approaches the house, looking up to spy Cassandra on the roof. He whistles to her, almost like a bird call, and he grins up at her.]

[assassino]

[Ezio has a laugh at that.]

Quite the opposite. I could prove it to you, if you'd like.

[assassino]

Oh, don't be sullen. You like me strange.

[assassino]

To think my letter goes unappreciated, even when I have gone to the effort to warn the residents about the danger the castle poses to lovers. Don't be bitter, old man, just because you are too far gone to enjoy women.

Molotov

[assassino]

[Just the filter alone tells him that she's upset, let alone the curt message.]

Oh, don't be cross, dolcezza. You were sleeping with the milkman, so you cannot judge.

Ezio

[molotov]

We were not sneaking around behind your back.

[hellofist]

[A second horse is new, and for a moment Cass considers leaping off the roof and straight onto the back of the riderless horse, but decides against it. She doesn't know its disposition and starting off her day with a broken leg doesn't seem like the best plan.

So she drops down into the snow instead, smiling back at Ezio as she comes over to pat Maximus' neck.]

Have something planned, Bellissimo?

[She hasn't used that one in awhile.]

Molotov

[assassino]

I was not looking for your permission, Molotov.

[assassino]

[Ezio drops down from the saddle to be on her level, and he's quick to lean in with a kiss to each of her cheeks; a standard hello, from him, if not an enthusiastic one.]

I do, indeed. Are you curious?

[A ride through the city, lunch at a nice restaurant, a bottle of wine and, somewhat hopefully, perhaps a chance to please her in more ways than one.]

Ezio

[molotov]

[Molotov doesn't know why she's so hurt by this. Maybe it's because she knows that she would have been okay with it if he'd only asked. Maybe it's because she hasn't heard so much as a thank you for the gift she gave him at Christmas.

Maybe she thought they were better friends than that.]

I know that. Leave me alone, now.

[hellofist]

[Before he has a chance to get too far away, her hand catches hold of the front of his shirt to pull him down for a third kiss, on his lips this time. It's brief, but why not have her own standard hello for him?

Releasing him, she nods.]

Very curious. [His body is saying some very interesting things, after all.] Two horses, this time. Will we race?

[assassino]

[He's pleasantly surprised by the third, savouring every milisecond of it, no matter how brief it is. A hand settles on her waist and stays there.]

If you so wish! I brought two so you could choose whether to ride alone or ride with me.

[focusrighthere]

[He is far too mature to take that bait, but he is frowning in real time.]

Uh huh. We already know the castle does whatever the hell it wants.

[hellofist]

[Which is kind of cute, in Cass' opinion. So easy to please, just from a little kiss.]

Would say with you, normally. But it's here, can't exactly... just leave it.

[Well, they could, but she doesn't particularly want to. It seems cruel, leaving a horse in the snow just so she can be close to Ezio for a little longer.]

I'll ride it. Does it have name?