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Here and NowHere and Now.Ezio grunted a little as he once again turned in his bed. It was a large and comfortable bed, one he had always enjoyed to sleep and relax in. It was one of those small things he had missed about Monteriggioni during his time in Rome, but tonight, he just wasn't able settle in. The fatigue he felt was overwhelming and his entire body begged to be granted some rest, only for his mind to grow ever more awake.He rolled onto his back again, studying the dark ceiling. The nobleman huffed in frustration. He had been trying to sleep for hours now and, despite his best effort, he somehow wasn't able to even close his eyes.It was nighttime in Monteriggioni and the pleasant warmth the spring brought made for agreeable days and gentle nights. It was a time that the world came to life again and when even the time after dusk was a thoroughly enjoyable one. It had always been his favorite season for that reason and he usually enjoyed it as much as he could.Still, he had been
AltairxMalik - WoundedWounded-----------Altair coughed softly before he grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in the back of his throat, gritting his teeth against the pain as he ran, the adrenaline was the only thing that fuelled him to keep moving away from the area as guards chased him down the dusty streets of Jerusalem clutching the wound on his side with a grimace; he hadn't seen the guard coming, he'd been a scared rookie with a sword who'd gotten lucky while Altair had fought off three other guards.Of course that was no excuse, he had been careless, perhaps even a little cocky; traits he had tried for years to stop, but such impulses proved difficult to quell in the heat of battle.He could hear the guards yelling orders to find him, he needed to get onto high ground; if he could hide long enough he could make his way to the bureau and face Malik's sharp tongue and insults about him being a novice, but that was better than bleeding to death, and at least Malik would tend to his wounds despite e
Ezio Auditore Di FirenzeIt had happened again.Ezio rubbed his face irritably, feeling the hopelessness that had been growing in him for years finally overtake him.He splashed water on his face, gasping at its coldness, slowly rubbing it in to the skin, then looked up into the mirror over the washbasin.The face of his dreams he sighed. Well yes of course it would be! was staring out at him. The same scar on the lip, the same fuzz over the mouth, same black stare. The face of his ancestor. The implacable face of the white robed Assassin whose life hed read and re read constantly since he had been old enough to understand words and their meaning. He knew it by heart at this point. The Assassin had had a name.Altair, Ezio spoke to his reflection, bitter, tight, not seeing the mirror or his bedroom anymore but instead the dream that was not quite the ones he was used to. There he had met the man he could have used for a shaving mirror, the man who many said he resembled so uncan