xxxv λ musing

[assassino]

[All things considered, Ezio has had a busy day, but now he's out and about. He's hit up a dozen or so stores in town, mostly for painting frames and books, and perhaps you've see him running errands.


Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]

I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!

It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!

Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...

How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?

I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.

And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.

E. Auditore.

Comments

[secondchances]

No, but you're you, completely separate from the Assassin thing.

[assassino]

What is that supposed to mean?

[secondchances]

Whatever could it mean?

How many male friends do you have, again?

[assassino]

Plenty.

[At home, anyway. Here he has Samson, hahahahah.]

[secondchances]

[She knows >:( ]

Here?

[assassino]

What does that matter?

[secondchances]

I see your first reaction wasn't to think about ways to be buddy-buddy with Tim.

[assassino]

Samson and I started out at each other's throats and we turned out fine. Do not let it worry you, dolcezza, it is just a bit of fun.

[secondchances]

[PROBABLY NOT TIM'S IDEA OF FUN...]

Just remember, Angry Stephanie. She's scary. Let that guide all your actions.

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

Of course, of course.

[secondchances]

In an ideal world, I'm overreacting once again and it's totally possible for you two to overlook your differences and be at least on decent terms with each other, at least for my sake.

[Sort of like him and Lucrezia, ha ha ha...]

[assassino]

Stephanie, I am sure he is just curious about me, as I am curious about him. Both of us are fond of you –– considering that, our differences are few.

[secondchances]

Aww.

I'm not going to catch you two watching a movie and gossiping about me one day, am I?

[assassino]

Never. Men do not gossip.

[secondchances]

Oh, right. My bad. Discussing.

[assassino]

Yes. That may happen, but without the movie.

[secondchances]

Good thing there's nothing super embarrassing for you to report.

[assassino]

Oh? Are you sure of that?

[secondchances]

You're the one good at embarrassing yourself.

[assassino]

I am sure you have done something worth noting.

[secondchances]

[She can think of a few, but like hell is she mentioning them.]

Like what?

[assassino]

Oh, I do not know. But there must be something.

[secondchances]

Good luck, Ezio. Try not to think too hard, or feel too bad that your friend is so flawless.

[assassino]

Yes, it has been strange having a friend so free of flaws... unless "worries too much" is a flaw.

[secondchances]

We can say that's one, to make you feel better. Oh! And the fact that wine just isn't my thing. There's two for you.