#τ::|| ezio auditore

[ofspvrta]

"Have you ever had coffee? Do you want some?" Ezio sips his own very sweet and creamy concoction and offers her some of the same.

θ::|| @singofus | ezio auditore

"Ezio... are you honestly asking if I ever had coffee?" She took a sip of hers, it was black, no cream, one little bit of sugar. "Me? Who has traveled the world for years? Who was in the Kingdom of Aksum in the 900s? You're asking if I've had coffee. I had coffee before your ancestors were a thought."

[ofspvrta]

❝  lucky for you, my schedule’s wide open.  ❞ (also from ezio c: )

μ::|| meme:   meme i cannot remember lol | not accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @trenchedstars

How did she always manage to end up with a partner during these missions? Okay, maybe it wasn't always but somehow she often found an assassin or some other similar type of warrior joining along on her quest for a Piece of Eden, and every time she had to figure out some lie as to her reasoning for wanting it, or being there. How fortunate that flashing the hidden blade was usually enough for some members of the Brotherhood, but it didn't always work. "I don't suppose I could tell you no anyway, you seem more familiar with this city than I am."

[ofspvrta]

“ we’ve seen what they’re capable of. now we need to retaliate. “ (from ezio.)

μ::|| meme:   emotionally intense prompts. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @trenchedstars

"You sound like you already have a plan," Kassandra said, eyes focusing on the Templars below. Though her interest was more on the Piece of Eden in the area, but with Templars, there was always the very real risk that they were already aware of its presence. More often than not, despite her father's words of warning, she found herself teaming up with the Brotherhood simply because they were less likely to fight her on deactivating the artifact. Golden brown eyes glanced to the Italian, arms gesturing to the men below. "So, let's hear it."

[ofspvrta]

θ::|| @shadxwcd​ (ezio) has encountered the corrupted

How long had she isolated herself? A gnawing worry that her condition, her curse, was getting worse had given her reason to drop off the face of the earth. Perhaps she was not managing her affliction well enough. It wasn’t as if the Isu in the staff was guiding her anymore, instead abandoning her as a disappointment the moment the corruption manifested itself over a millennia ago. Despite great strides to figure out how to manage that darkness inside her there were moments when it got the better of her, especially when she kept herself away from anything that could ground her.

Here in the darkness she could hear the footfalls of some unfortunate soul who had stumbled onto her temporary haven. Peering over the rafter she had been nestled into, she followed his movements silently, moving from rafter to rafter until she was overtop of him. Had she taken better care of herself, perhaps things wouldn’t come to this, but she wasn’t thinking rationally, not when she could hear his heart’s cautious patter under his skin. A moment, another, lips curled into a snarl and she dropped, immediately latching onto his back, fangs bared as she drives them into his throat, trying to get as much blood as she could.

[ofspvrta]

Today, Ezio knew he needed company. It was the anniversary of the first of the worst days of his life. The grief for his family even after all this time, was too much. He found Kassandra and sank into a chair near to her, looking just as awful as he felt. He didn't really know what to say, he just needed company.

θ::|| @shadxwcd

It was quiet in the safehouse, outside of the city and away from the hustle and bustle that would inevitably stir her from this much needed moment. She sat in the chair, legs folded over each other as she had fallen into a meditative state. It was all she had in lieu of the sleep that had evaded her for countless centuries. 

The thoughtless rest was not to last long, she heard the door open, the familiar pattern of footfalls, though heavier than usual, and then quiet as she assumed he had finally found a spot for himself. She didn’t even have to look to see who it was, instead patting the floor beside her. A silent invitation to join her in quiet silence. He didn’t have to say anything, the realization of what today was had hit her pretty swiftly. 

Pretty words did little to relieve a terrible grief. It never brought them back, it never made it better. The dead remained as they were while the living were forced to continue on without them. Life was cruel in that respect and even worse for those who had all the time in the world to ruminate on it. Mortality. It wasn’t for them. So she would sit here in silence with him, let him go through what emotions he needed to, speaking only if he invited it. Sometimes it was better to say nothing at all. 

Sometimes it was easier in the silence.

[ofspvrta]

“ i thought it was a good time to pay you a visit. it’s been so long, after all; and we have so much to catch up on. ” (from Ezio - shadxwcd)

θ::|| @shadxwcd

          She used to be surprised when he’d show up unannounced, but she eventually got used to the assassin tracking the clues to her current whereabouts. It wasn’t a matter that she was easy to find, it was more a matter of knowing what to look for. Weird happenings, conflict, an unusually tall woman with a thick accent. Better Ezio than the Templars... or even some of the other members of the Brotherhood. She had a tendency to be a thorn in everyone’s side at some point. As he slid into the opposite side of the booth, she regarded him with a quirked brow. “How obvious was I?” She asked, taking in a spoonful of the salmon soup she had in front of her. Surprisingly there was only water beside her bowl this time. “Want some? It’s good.” The one thing she never developed after years spent growing up scarce for food was good table manners. Something she was certain annoyed him. “Please tell me you’ve got some good stories to tell this time.”

[ofspvrta]

As soon as he heard of a golden-eyed demon, Ezio took up the contract. People told him it was a suicide mission, but wished him well. Though this was not his first encounter. It had been too long. Approaching the lonely house in the woods by which it had last been spotted, Ezio kept his cloak hooded and stood before the place. "Come out and face me, demon. Mine will be the last you will ever gaze upon."

θ::|| @shadxwcd​

          She had been chopping firewood for the hearth when she heard him. After the incident a few days ago all she wanted was some peace and fucking quiet. A bunch of armed thugs looking to ransack the abandoned little home in the woods because rumor had it there was some treasure inside. What they found instead was a very angry immortal who they were unable to kill. Even after trying to set her on fire after she set upon the men. The staff activating in an attempt to heal her had given the men a scare, golden glowing irises and the vibrant Isu marking adorning her flesh and they thought they were facing down an unkillable demon. Unkillable certainly, but not a demon. She fell most of them, flames still raging around her and trying to eat through her armor and flesh but she prevailed. 

It seems in the scuffle one had escaped.

          Honeyed eyes looked out, past the scorched grass to see a lone figure, hood drawn, voice as threatening as he could muster. That’s how it was going to be, wasn’t it? Pulling the axe from the log, she came around the corner, stature imposing as she stared down the man, brows furrowing and casting shadows over her eyes.

        “So certain you can best me, human? I’ve felled lesser men than you.” She held the glare for a minute, axe twirling in her hand, utterly imposing. And then a smile cracked the facade, wide and amused. “Ezio, you malaka! You knew it was me, didn’t you?”