#ezio is truly the epitome of to be loved is to be changed

[cloggedarteri]

♡imagine the auditore kids sitting around the villa bored out of their minds unable to come to an agreement on what to do with their day. there are sure to be chores around the house — cupboards that need organizing, bookcases and shelves that need dusting, floors that need cleaning — but neither of the siblings is particularly interested in doing that kind of work. despite their boredom, they aren't particularly interested in doing anything and, as the kids watch their father stroll along the vineyard the two try to throw out ideas, "wanna throw some rocks," marcello suggests. "see how far we can skip em, maybe." "lake is too far," flavia says. "don't feel like carrying you when you get tired" "could find some glasses...see who has the better aim"  "no...we already got in trouble for hitting bottles"  "you got in trouble for hitting a window" "but it was your fault for putting the bottle so close so you're partly to blame" "not my fault you're blind" "i hate you"

♡the auditore kids who silently despair the eventual loss of their free day before being drawn to the screeching of an eagle perched on their villa roof...now thats an idea. "you see what im seeing sorella?" "yea...GO!"

♡the auditore kids who take their competitions incredibly seriously. these two are willing to trip and scratch and pull at one another as needed to win but have come to the agreement that anything is fair game as long as they don't kill each other. the two siblings scramble to the barrels, to the windowsill and shutters, to the handing flower pots, trying to grab onto anything that could give them purchase. the two are so incredibly close but flavia manages to be a second faster than her brother and once atop the roof the siblings see that where there used to be the eagle lays a single feather.

♡the auditore kids who upon getting closer to the feather hear a resonating hum and once pocketed are met with the vast and peaceful view of the Tuscan countryside. imagine this is the kid's first "synchronize" moment and the two just get lost in it all. but most mesmerizing of all was the sky.  ♡the auditore kids who are taken out of their daydreaming when they hear their father's voice calling out for them, the volume steadily growing more agitated the longer they do not answer his call. the two scurry to the edge of the roof and call back.  "WE'RE UP HERE PAPÀ!"  "WHY—HOW DID YOU TWO GET UP THERE?!"  "umm...WE CLIMBED?" "IS THAT A QUESTION?" "umm..." 

♡the auditore kids who move away from the roof's edge to coordinate their stories but when they take a quick glance back at ezio, he's long since moved from his still position next to the field and is instead found climbing his way up the roof. a fierce rush of panic flows through the two siblings, enough panic for them to forget that the man they're worried will fall off the house is the same that'd been bathed in the blood of numerous templar conspirators for 3 decades and is all too familiar with climbing. "NO PAPÀ GET DOWN!/YOU'RE GONNA FALL PAPÀ!" "i'll be fine. this is nothing"

♡ezio who finally makes it up to the roof with little (ok maybe a little) effort and takes a seat between his two children. now that panic has calmed it's time for answers, "why'd i catch you two up here?" "race!/feather!" "so you raced to the roof to catch a feather?" wordlessly the two nod in acknowledgment. "it's special!" "special...may I?"

♡ezio who handed this "special" feather and realized admittedly it was nothing special. its looked about the same as any other feather he'd picked up during his travels but as a dedicated father he's unwilling to kill the joy of his children so, yes. this is a special feather. and as he rolls the stem of the feather between his thumb and index finger he beginnings to reminisce. how could he ever forget the lengths he'd gone to collect these very same feathers to comfort his catatonic mother after the murder of half her family and even years after her recovery. how could he forget the lone chest that held the remaining feather he and claudia had shared between them in remembrance of their mother? yes, these feathers were special indeed.

♡the auditore kids who watch their fathers longing stare at the feather he twirls in his hand. "you could keep it if you want papà" offers flavia. "we can collect more for you" marcello says.

♡ezio who brings his children into his arms and smothers them with hugs and kisses because he has such intuitive, empathetic, kind kids and truly he wonders where he'd be without the family he'd made. they have no idea how sweet of a gesture it was to part with their feather. marcello tries to push away from him but as he keeps his hold on them they both sink into his body. "you two ready to go back inside? "can we watch the clouds a little longer? " of course...of course"

♡ezio who by the end of the day is complaining about a sore back because he knew damn well he shouldnt be climbing and jumping around but he refused to be shown up by his kids and now sophia has to listen to him complain (🥺i love ezio so much imma make him live forever)