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]

Fine. When you're down here brooding or thinking unhappy thoughts, you can look at your fake plant and think, "Oh, there is that stupid and unnecessary fake plant that Stephanie insisted I have. I should go see what she's up to."

[assassino]

[Confused.]

Do you really think me so obsessed that I sit in here and forget the rest of the world?

[secondchances]

[A little bit.]

No. I'm kidding. [For the most part.]

[assassino]

[He shrugs.]

Alright, then. You may buy me a plant.

[secondchances]

It'll make your war room more... comfortable? [Shrug.]

[assassino]

I suppose. It is a war room, it has no need for comfort.

[secondchances]

It'll go nice with the deadly-looking hammers over there.

[assassino]

A woman's touch, I suppose.

[secondchances]

I'm not too good with the decorating. You've seen my room. But random, pointless objects? That I can do. The Steph touch.

[assassino]

I will take it regardless.

[secondchances]

Promise? [Grin.]

[assassino]

I promise.

[secondchances]

Remember that.

I'll see myself out. Up. Up, and then out.

[assassino]

[He waves.]

Very well, then. I will see you later.

[secondchances]

I will see you later, too!

[A wave and she goes up the stairs to search for the ugliest plant she can find ;) ]