Emotional-Tyrant

As promised Ezio was back before sundown. If Leonardo was to be honest with himself, he was expecting the assassin to be back by nightfall if ever; but Ezio stood in front of him now, still broad daylight. Sudden relief washed over him. "Ezio! You're alive!" he quickly embraced the other. Ezio laughed slightly, "Did I not say I would be right back?" Leo looked a little ashamed for not trusting in his friends words so. "Mi dispiace, Ezio. I should have known you would keep your word." Ezio pulled Leo closer to him. "All is forgiven my friend." he teased kissing the older man on the cheek. Leo wasn't sure he would ever be use to Ezio like

At first the thought seemed crazy, absuered even. He had slept with every woman in Folance, there was no way he was in love with a man. And it would have stayed that way if his uncle hadn't said what he did. "Your sister says you have grown fond of Messer Leonardo the artist." "He is a friend of the family, ofcoruse I'v grown fond." Ezio said with a slight roll of his eyes. "Ah, that is not fully what I meant, your sister says she sees something in you both." Again, another eye roll. "What are you getting at uncle?" "Tell me Ezio, out of all the lovers you have had in your short lifetime, have you felt the need to start a family with an

Ezio was 17 when his mother introduced them, it was brief but Leonardo couldn't help but hope their paths would cross again one day. However, he would have never wished that if he knew their paths would cross again with the death of his brothers and father. The boy confined in him, and that in it self was something Leonardo couldn't help but feel proud of-after all, he like Ezio, didn't have many friends, little lone people he could trust, so this was a welcome. He watched the boy change. No child should have had to suffer with what Ezio did. He became a killer-right before Leonardo's eyes. And he had helped him, but how could he not? Whe