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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia's training with Molotov is more important, in the greater scheme of things, but the threat of her husband's beatings sits far on her mind here, and she prefers dwelling on more immediate matters--like how to view the lovely Paradisa from the castle's vantage point.

So she decides on no walking and running today, except if it brings her farther from the ground.

She would sooner knock at Ezio's door with her pants ready, if circumstances allowed. His dalliances doesn't disturb her as much as it amuses her, but Cristina might view her presence differently. And so, a filter has to do: ]

I believe you promised me lessons, Auditore, on how to reach the sky!

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[assassino]

[Ezio has just climbed out of the shower, so when he opens the journal, it's with a wet hand and a laugh. He's been waiting to give these lessons, but repairing a long-lost relationship has been occupying most of his attentions. Cristina deserves that much, but at the same time, he cannot deprive a birthday girl of her gift.]

The sky is nice today, if you'd like to start.

[heloise]

[ She doesn't harbor strange hopes, or so she tells herself. And Cristina is a wonderful woman even when only counting on Ezio's testimony of her, and she has not cost Lucrezia a friend. ]

I have my bottoms ready. Where does it seem most reachable, Ezio?

[assassino]

[He speaks as he's getting dressed.]

When you can climb fearlessly, I suppose. But first you need to learn how to climb even the simplest things. Get dressed and I'll meet you at the front doors.

[heloise]

[ She carries her own journal to her bed, where all her modern clothes are lined up. She'll stick to a top, similar to the one Stephanie got her, and jeans, in case she oversteps fashion rules. ]

I know no such thing as fear, and I will meet you there to show you, dear mentor.

[assassino]

[grinning]

I will dress and join you shortly, then, o fearless one. After Molotov it isn't much to fear, anyway.

[heloise]

[ She breaks into laughter. ]

Molotov was gentle with me. [ Despite her threats.

And this time Lucrezia takes less than her usual half an hour to get dressed and ready, skipping the steps on the stairs down to the front doors with her journal in hand. ]

[assassino]

[He's there already, perched on the stairs. His hair is still damp and isn't tied back, and the top few laces on his doublet are undone as well, exposing more than a few inches of skin below his collar. He hops off the stairs when he sees her.]

It is strange seeing you in trousers.

[heloise]

[ Not in his battle armor for now? She giggles to herself as she hops off the last few steps and trots closer to him. Trousers do make it so much easier. ]

Do you prefer me in flowing dresses?

[assassino]

I like women in whatever makes them happiest... Even if that is nothing at all. [Teasing, of course. He offers his arm to lead her out.]

[heloise]

[ She doesn't hold back her laughter, resting her hand on his arm and gesturing with her other. ]

That might make happy, if I could also have a bed of seashells to lie on, and pearls in my hair.

[assassino]

I can't imagine that would be comfortable!

[heloise]

Do you suppose so? Perhaps a bed of... marshmallows, then.

[assassino]

Are those the things that Shaun likes to ramble about?

[heloise]

Shaun? [ She hasn't caught his name yet. ] There was a man who feared the sentient ones. But he said marshmallows normally aren't.

[assassino]

That sounds like Shaun. The panicked sort, endlessly fretting about what is or will be?

[He rests his free hand overtop hers.]

He's an amusing fellow. A historian, actually, but he refuses to tell me any history.

[heloise]

He prides himself on being a pessimist.

[ The corner of her lips tweak up at the gesture but she feigns ignorance. ]

That makes him a terrible historian then--but, you said you would rather not know, Ezio?

[assassino]

Does he? That's not good. I have work to do with him.

[He glances at her with a smile.]

There are a great many things I think I should wait to see myself. Some things, though, are maddening to think about and go without answers.

[heloise]

You could also show him how to flatter more inconspicuously.

[ Like he does. She tugs on the hem of her blouse. ]

What were the things you could not wait to know of?

[assassino]

I do intend to.

[He chuckles. He can't tell her the truth, but there is a convenient other story he could tell.]

A friend of Shaun's is here, too. A young man named Desmond. Apparently he is my descendant. I wanted to know who I had children with.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia laughs, briefly. ]

But how could you be sure that he is of your blood when he doesn't even know his great-great-great-grandmother?

[ She almost smirks. ]

Perhaps he is only a great aficionado of yours?

[assassino]

An aficionado? Perhaps, perhaps -- but he did not seem to be in a hurry to admit it.

[He grins at her.]

I can't pretend to understand how bloodlines are determined in their time, but if you get a good look at him, we look like we could be brothers. It's very strange.

[heloise]

[ She narrows her eyes at him, studying his features for when she bumps into his descendant in the hallways. ]

Has he inherited your charms, Ezio? Your effortless grace?

[assassino]

Only time will tell. He is barely younger than I, but, it seems, a bit more serious and a bit less funny. He is an American, too, like Stephanie.

also...

[assassino]

[ooc: you may want to look at who we're getting come mid-June...]

AHH AHHH I OFFICIALLY DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN <333

[heloise]