#next to Ezio of course

[sunnysidezblog]

Spoilers, I guess, for the Desmond Miles story/games?? Idk they're games that've been out for years, but I thought it was only polite. If you don't care, then the rest is under the cut. I just need to get my love for and thoughts on Desmond out of my system.

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The thing I find most tragic about Desmond miles as a character is the fact that even though the assasins preach freedom, Desmond was never given the freedom of choice until the very end and even then it wasn't a real choice.

We don't know much about Desmond's time at the farm when he was growing up, but it's insinuated multiple times that he was hit by Bill, or that he had been abused in some way.

He grew up in a place where he wasn't given a choice in whether or not he wanted to be an assassin. That in itself breaks one of the core values of their creed, which is that they fight on the side of freedom. And one could, and should, in my opinion, argue that the freedom of choice is one of the most important rights someone can have. The freedom to choose to fight for something is fundamental to what the creed is all about.

Then, he finally is able to make a choice on his own when he runs away from the farm. He thinks everything they've told him is a lie, that templars aren't real, and there's nothing to worry about. He finally makes a choice, yes, but it was one that was predetermined from the very start. The isu knew he would do it. They calculated it and set up dominos to knock over when the time was right, down to the millisecond.

Desmond Miles was very much set up to die, much like a lamb raised for slaughter. He ran away to see the rest of the world and only got to see that world for 9 years. He was always destined to be caught by the templars, fall in love with and get betrayed by Lucy, he was always meant to die.

His entire personality was also manufactured if one would like to argue that. The isu made sure that the steps leading up to his demise were calculated to perfection (with the exception of Juno, who even with little wiggle room was able to manipulate conner). Desmond's entire personality-- his humor, his attitude towards life, and his roll over stance to his mistreatment.

By giving him the childhood he had and then running away, he was hardened and had been instilled with the creeds' principles and then was exposed to the rest of humanity. He probably always had compassion and kindness for people, and that part of himself was probably increased when working as a bar tender because bar tenders see the world at their best and their worst, and he himself after having fought for his place in the world knows how resilient humans can be.

He was given an impossible choice that wasn't much choice at all, seeing as there was never supposed to *be* a choice at all. The only reason there was a "choice" was because of Juno. Minerva originally only set up the eye to be the only choice, leading Desmond to his willing-but-unwilling sacrifice, but Juno threw a wrench in the plan.

Not only was he given the most impossible choice ever, but he made the one everyone was expecting him to because in his eyes, what else was he supposed to do? Let most of humanity, which consisted of 7 billion people at the time, die? Because what, a megalomaniac false god thought she could reenslave humanity after she's long since passed?

Even more tragic is that he was arguably tortured before his death as well. He had to watch his ancestors go through horrors and conspiracy. He had to go into the animus and feel what they felt, whether it be injuries or emotions.

He felt the stab wound Altair got, and the betrayal Altair felt as his father figure was revealed to be a Templar in disguise. He felt all the injuries Ezio sustained and felt the horror and shock and betrayal and grief that Ezio felt watching half his family die. He felt the inner turmoil of Conner as he was thrust into a world that hates people like him and had to suffer the pain of knowing he'd have to kill his father AND he lost Achilles, who was a father figure to him.

Desmond was forced to live three lifetimes, and while doing so, he lost control of his own life. He suffered from the bleeding effect, he lost all sense of time, he suffered ridicule by people who were supposed to be his comrades. He suffered further under the harshness of his father.

And he was never given a choice, and neither were any of the others up until the point of his death, which is what to me makes his character so tragic and appealing. The entire timeline could have shifted, had he made different choices or his personality was just a tiny bit different.

This aspect is also why I think that his death is so underwhelming in terms of satisfaction. Maybe that was the point, though. His death, maybe, was supposed to feel anticlimactic and unjust. Maybe the ending was supposed to, instead of feel like a real ending with a good conclusion, was more so meant to emphasize he never had a choice to begin with.

Anyway, I just think Desmond is neat. Have this:

[teecupangel]

New idea:

Something happens, Desmond time travel to the past... But...

He become something like the Eldritch! Desmond, except that:

He adopts the child versions of his ancestors (and the others protagonist).

Like he take Arno just after his father dies.

Or he just adopt them before the canon is about to start or the start of the canon (like Shay is recently survived the Lisboa).

The Eldritch God Desmond idea that technically has an ending. Sorta.

He can only leave the Gray thanks to this holes that he can crawl out of.

The holes turn out to be the shadows underneath the bed or the shadowy part of a barely opened closet.

His form takes on a grotesque turn, as if reality itself tried to create a form for something shapeless enveloping the Gray.

That’s right.

We’re turning Desmond into the boogeyman that visits children at night XD

He first visits Altaïr after the death of Umar. The chest that held Umar’s possessions was left slightly open, almost empty because Assassins have already taken some of them back. He finds Altaïr crying and missing his father. The child wasn’t even afraid of him, not at all.

He was too tired from crying but he couldn’t sleep because, when he closes his eyes, he would see the head of his father rolling in the ground.

Desmond comforts him each night after their meeting, staying by his side and letting the boy sleep on his monstrous inconceivable body.

He was there when Abbas’ father tried to take his own life and all the Brotherhood knew was that he had gone inside, calling Altaïr a monster in his grief-stricken madness.

Altaïr grows up under the care of the monster inside his father’s closet and he’s… strange. He doesn’t see the world the same way others did. He had no loyalty to the Brotherhood. He stayed because Desmond told him he had to stay.

When he saw what the treasure was, he knew immediately that Desmond would want it.

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Ezio is different. He first saw the boogeyman when Claudia was born. He had screamed in fear and the boogeyman left.

The next time he sees the boogeyman, it was when Petruccio was born. He thought he was just dreaming and ran away to Federico’s room to hide.

The final time he sees the boogeyman, it was the night before the Auditores would be arrested. The boogeyman crept from underneath Cristina’s bed and pinned Ezio, covering his mouth before he could say anything. Cristina slept peacefully as the creature whispered to Ezio.

Ezio thought he was just dreaming.

Then he learned his father and brothers were arrested and…

The creature grabbed his hand just as he opened the chest that held his father’s Assassin robes.

He whispered the same thing once more.

“Give the evidence to House Medici. Uberto Alberti betrayed your father.”

Ezio was scared, of course.

But…

He also knew that the creature was trying to help.

So he heeded his warning and went straight to House Medici.

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Ratonhnhaké:ton first encountered him his first night in Achilles’ home. The closet door creaked open and he slipped into Ratonhnhaké:ton’s room. A being older and more powerful than anything Ratonhnhaké:ton had ever seen.

But he wasn’t afraid.

There was no need to be afraid.

He knew that he had not done anything to offend the being so he greeted him in his native language.

He used a thousand voices that whispered all over the room.

He simply told Ratonhnhaké:ton to not forget to eat dinner next time and left.

He became a nightly visitor, sometimes moving out of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s room to wander the manor in one of their regular walks.

Achilles confronted Ratonhnhaké:ton one morning about his nightly visitor.

“He’s a ghost that has haunted the Brotherhood. Seeing him means he’s marked you.”

“Marked me?”

“You will do great things, Connor. Maybe you will guide the Brotherhood and lead us to greater heights. Maybe you’ll leave the Templar Order in a storm of fire and ashes. You will leave your name in the Brotherhood and one day… you will disappear from this world and will never be found.”

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Other possible adoptions:

- Edward would start seeing him in the chest in the captain’s room in the Jackdaw.

- Arno would see him underneath the bed in the room he was given in the de la Serre mansion. He runs away from the de la Serre once Desmond learns they’re Templars and ‘whispers’ to Arno that Monsieur de la Serre may have something to do with the death of his father.

- Jacob and Evie starts seeing him after their mother died and their father left for India. Desmond has his own ‘room’ in the train where he would slip in and out of.

- If you want to include Shay, Desmond could slip out underneath his cot in Morrigan’s captain room after they left Lisbon and Shay starts seeing him as a ‘nightmare’ haunting his guilt over what happened in Lisbon.

- Bayek would start seeing him after Khemu’s death and he thinks he’s one of the old gods, reminding him to avenge his child. (maybe Khemu even talks about Desmond as a friend who helps him sleep)

- Instead of Kassandra, we can make Desmond adopt Alexios as Deimos and turn this into ‘tired dad and chaotic mass murdering gremlin’ XD)

- Basim starts seeing Desmond in the shadows of Alamut and tries to ignore him, thinking that a spirit haunting this place would not ‘talk’ to him if he pretends that he can’t see him. Jokes on him, Desmond is there because he can ‘see’ the Isu sleeping inside Basim.

- Eivor sees Desmond her first night in Ravensthorpe and assumes he’s a spirit of the land so she treats him with respect.

[saberamane]

Another ABO Dezio story idea...

So first things first, Ezio is Alpha, Desmond is Omega.

I'm thinking it's medieval, but that Desmond is from a wealthy, noble family, and Ezio is a prince to a neighboring country.

Assassin's still exist, though they're more of a secretive Knight society tasked with keeping peace.

Bill is still harsh in training Desmond, but is also angling to get Desmond married to Ezio to 'unite' 2 branches of the Brotherhood, and also get more power within the organization. He's trying to get more power to become the next Mentor.

Desmond doesn't know Bill is trying to get him betrothed to Ezio. Letters are passed between Bill and Giovanni, Ezio accepts the proposal, and 'bonding cloths' are exchanged.

A bonding cloth is just an article of cloth or clothing, like a scarf, that is scented by someone to be sent to their intended mate. Half of a mate bond is formed by rubbing the intended's scent on the mating gland. This cannot be undone without the intended mate's presence.

So, Ezio receives a bonding cloth with Desmond's scent on it, and commits to the betrothal by rubbing the cloth on his mating gland and forming the half bond.

Desmond, unaware of this betrothal and the bonding cloth being sent for him, runs away. Of course, Bill is furious and looks for him, especially when the letters start coming confirming Ezio had used the bonding cloth and was looking to have an in person meeting with Desmond.

Bill can only delay things so long before Giovanni finds out that his son's intended is missing. And has been for months by now.

This causes quite a problem within the Brotherhood. Ezio is from a high-standing family, and Bill has essentially made it so he cannot even consider a different mate, as without Desmond's presence the half formed bond can't be undone. Unless Desmond dies.

Rumors spread fast, some people saying this had been the plan for Bill all along. With Ezio unable to take a mate, he can't be considered in line for either his family's throne or the mentorship. Others think Bill has Desmond hidden away somewhere, to make sure the half bond can't be undone.

Desmond, meanwhile, is living his best life, completely unaware of the shit going on back home and the utter chaos his father is now enduring.

Years later (Desmond is 19, Ezio is 20) Desmond, by chance, meets Ezio at a carnival type celebration. Desmond has no idea who Ezio is, but Ezio recognizes Desmond's scent instantly.

And now that Ezio know's what Desmond looks like, he is not letting him get away.

[transgenderdoctorwhomst]

okay i Need to know about abstergo cloning and weaponizing altaïr my brain is buzzing just reading that

Okay, so first, there's two facts we need to remember about altaïr: he is practically a religious figure to the assassins, and he is a fucking killing machine.

The next thing we need to remember is abstergo has cloning technology, and quite reasonably, access to desmonds DNA any time after his initial kidnapping. They also have the Animus, for accessing ancestral memories.

So, with those things kept in mind, what might Abstergo do with these pieces?

Abstergo sees, through Desmonds time as Altaïr, that altaïr is an absolute force to be reckoned with. He can take down a dozen trained soldiers alone. He can take down a dozen trained assassins alone. When he is loyal to a cause, he will not let ANYTHING get in the way of his goals.

So you clone him using Desmonds DNA. So you implant his memories into the clone using a focused and intense application of the Bleeding Effect.

And, importantly, there is a couple very good frames of time where you might be able to manipulate him into working for the templars. Or, successfully convincing him abstergo is the assassins, and the assassins are the templars.

The first one is immediately after he fails to get the piece of eden and is demoted. He has lost everything, been called a traitor, and if you time giving him memories correctly, believes he has been killed for this. So you tell him: you are meant for greater things, we of the future have saved you, and we have an enemy for you to destroy to set the world right. You have seen the leadership of the assassins fail, and we have learned from the mistakes of the templars of the past. The assassins are failing again, and the end of the world is near. They are trying to prevent us from saving it. You must stop them.

The second time is a bit more tricky: right after he kills Al Mualim. The end of the memories you have easy access to. Here you tell him; through the piece of eden, you've been brought to the future. You did many great things in your time. But now the world is ending, and we need your help.

You can tell him one of two things, that the assassins, under corrupt and misguided leadership, are mistakenly preventing the world from being saved. We have tried and cannot correct them. The only option is to demoralize them and kill their leaders, to keep them out of the way long enough to ensure the world is safe. Seeing you fight against them can help make them realize they need to change tactic and focus more on saving the world than fighting the templars.

The other, is that abstergo is run by assassins, and their enemy is the templars. It has been nearly a thousand years, surely you can expect the respective groups might look different in this modern day. This is a much harder sell; you can't tell him of the web of control abstergo has, you have to tightly control who he talks to, and you have to preemptively convince him the "templars" will try to lie to him because they are afraid of him.

Of course, Abstergo has put a lot of development into controlling and manipulating people with and without the use of a piece of eden. Altaïr is immune to the Apple, not drugs or really aggressive subliminal or whatever other tactics abstergo uses.

Either way, you get this: a major figure to the assassins, reappeared in the modern day, pointed directly at the assassins to obliterate any single person in his way. An absolute fucking nightmare to stand up to. Believing that the modern assassins are wrong.

And the assassins have to contend with this. Fight him off. Decide if they want to capture or kill him. Realize they might be able to do this with other figures, like ezio. In short: a fucking nightmare.

[navstuffs]

"...keep it on, please?"

Pairing: AC!Brotherhood x GN!Reader

Summary: You always had something for Ezio dressed in his robes whenever you saw him.

Warnings: SMUT-ish, reader has something for ezio's robe (everyone has it, tbn)

Author's Notes: heey. funny story for this fanfic: i was looking for another confession to write about but then i saw this one and NEEDED TO WRITE cause the whole idea came to my head. i want to thank and give credits to @dirtyasscreedsecrets for letting me write and also the person who submitted. i hope i did justice, i hope you like it!

my ezio's masterlist

You always had something for Ezio dressed in his robes whenever you saw him. You know it must be because he transpired this aura of power, danger, and seduction. However, Ezio never wore it in bed since he loved the feeling of your skin against his. You knew half of Rome wondered what he looked like under, and well, you are the lucky person who gets to see it.

"Tesoro, sei con me?"

You wake up from your trance, Ezio fully dressed on top of you, kissing your neck. He sounds flustered since you haven't seen each other for weeks. You are already naked in his arms, and Ezio keeps your legs apart, his eyes absorbing every inch of your body. Ezio is hungry for your touch, your moans. Your love.

"You are so pretty, you know that?" Ezio whispers as if you are not just melted enough in his hands, as if he can't do whatever he pleases with you.

You bite your lips, holding back a desperate moan, as Ezio starts to undress from his robes. He knows you like to watch him undress, so he begins slowly, throwing his cape away, his eyes never leaving yours. Ezio was certainly an Assassin because he would kill you one of these days.

Before he can remove his robes, you sit upright, stopping his hands. Maybe if you ask correctly, he will keep them on. Of course, if he wants it as well.

"Could you...keep it on, please? Your robes?" Your begging voice is music to his ears. Ezio nods as he smirks, rubbing your face in answer. You look so precious, so needy for him like this. If being Assassin doesn't kill him, you for sure will.

Your heart beats excited as you watch him, still standing in the middle of your legs, take his pants off slowly. Your eyes never leave his form, and when hard his cock springs free, you feel your sex get even more aroused.

When Ezio finally lays on top of you, you shiver with anticipation as you feel him so dangerously close to your heat. Ezio smiles, of course he does, between the small kisses he gives around your jawline and neck.

You take a moment to admire his robes. The fabric is softer than you think and light to give him all the extra mobility he needs. You wonder if Ezio ever feels cold. Your hands go down to his belt, tracing with your fingertips, wondering if you will be marked by it later.

"Liking the view?" Ezio bites your neck to call your attention. You whimper, your hands holding his shoulders as if to keep you sane.

"Mhhmm."

"Next time, you can wear it. I will dress you in my robes myself."

You want to answer, but all your thoughts escape as Ezio finally touches your sex. Fuck, you missed his touch so much. Your hand goes down his arm, pressing down so he never stops touching you. 

"Hey, hey. Sono qui, tesoro, don't worry. I will take good care of you."

Sei com me = Are you with me?

Sono qui = I am here.

[moesartblog]

Chapter 5

I dont have any drawings for this one yet, but I'll get some in when I'm feeling a little better. For now I just anted to share the next chapter of stuff.

Vieri was just finishing up tying his racing hosen under the shade of a tree. The other contestants were around either idling or just arriving. Vieri had decided to host a foot race no less than a week after participating in the horse race through the Florence streets. He had come in first, thanks to some strategic barrel placements made just before the race started. He had come out of it beaming, but when he took the good news back to his father, Francesco gave him no more than a noncommittal congratulations. Vieri had been rolling the interaction over and over in his head for the entire week before deciding on another race would be a better way to impress his father.

When the idea struck him, it did make him a little giddy. He had, after a bit of mild annoying pleading, managed to convince his father to attend. To ensure he won, as well, he came to the track area the night before to study the terrain, and practice along the path to memorize each little hill, and divot. Having familiarity with the course would certainly give him the edge he needed to win, but just to be extra sure, along other areas of the track, he covered dents in the ground with layers of grass or leaves. If this all panned out, coming in first was sure to impress his father this time.

Coming out of the shade in a loose tunic, and his running hosen and shoes, the peacocking boy strutted proudly to the lane he had specifically chosen to run on. He started doing some light stretches to loosen up, while the other racers took their places. As he was working on stretching his legs, he glanced over to his right, and noticed a familiar, and irritating face. He paused and leaned over to get a better look. It was Ezio Auditore. He was sporting only a pair of hosen, running shoes, and a smug smile. Ezio, glancing at the other competitors, saw Vieri just a few people down from him. His face went from feigned realization to pure smug delight, almost as if he was expecting to see Vieri there.

Vieri stepped toward him rapidly.

“What do you think you are doing here!?” Vieri moved right up into Ezio’s face.

“What does it look like? I am here to race,” Ezio said, leaning back slightly away from the boy sizing him up.

“We don’t allow dogs to enter our races,” Vieri spat out.

“And yet you let them host them?” Ezio chuckled a little.

Vieri was practically turning red with rage, and his competitive nature started to override sense. He demanded the contestants that had been between them to shuffle down a lane so he could race right next to Ezio. “Fine. Perhaps this will demonstrate who the better athlete is.”

Ezio rolled his eyes and got into a starting position. Vieri followed suit and noticed Ezio was giving a little wave to someone at the end of the track. He looked over to see that it was the older Auditore brother. His older brother was leaned up casually against a tree at the end of the track. He smiled at Ezio and gave him a little wave in turn. Vieri, feeling a slight twinge of jealousy, looked over to where his father was situated. He noticed Francesco had already looked disappointed, and irritated to be here at all. Vieri was starting to feel a bit of guilt, but he pushed past it as he heard the announcer start the set up. But just as they were about to begin, he realized he had moved out of the track he had specifically trained for. Panic started to rapidly rise in his gut, but he knew if he suddenly tried to switch positions again, it would seem suspicious.

In a split second, the announcer yelled “INIZIARE!”, and Vieri just instinctively started sprinting. His heart was already pounding from both the anxiety and the exertion, and he was trying his hardest to summon any memories of the way he manipulated the track he was running on to avoid tripping. Ezio was running about the same speed as him, but he was using dexterous footwork to manage any divot, hill or rock in his path with ease. Even so, Vieri was beginning to pull ahead. So far, he had managed to avoid any tripping hazards, and he and Ezio were fairly far ahead from any of the other competitors.

For some reason, though, the roar of the crowd’s cheers, he heard Federico’s voice cut through. “Andiamo, Ezio! Continua così!”

Vieri, once again, glanced over at his father for a moment to see if he was cheering him on as well. In the brief moment he saw him, there was no cheering, or any words of encouragement. Francesco was standing there, arms crossed and looking stern. It only took that brief moment of looking away from the track to stumble on a covered ditch and go crashing into the dirt. He slid across the ground and tore a small hole into the front of his tunic. He tried to recover in a split second, but it was just too much of a delay to catch up with Ezio. His rival crossed the finish line in first place to the audience’s cheers, and a jovial brother to congratulate and tease him. While Vieri did finish in second, it still felt like an absolute failure of a race, and as he was catching his breath, the dread of facing his father started to creep deep into his bones.

He refused to watch the Auditore receive his prize money and resigned himself to attempting to explain himself to his father. However, when he was headed to where his father had been for the duration of the race, he noticed Francesco wasn’t there anymore. Vieri looked around in confusion, and caught sight of his father’s black cloak billowing behind him on the horse he was taking to head home. Vieri just stood still watching his father get smaller in the distance.

Federico and Ezio were raving with each other over the sack of money they’d got. As Federico was playfully holding Ezio in a light headlock, he caught Vieri standing still out of the corner of his eye, just starting off into the distance. He knew Ezio and Vieri had an ongoing rivalry, but aside from some general nastiness from the Pazzi family, Federico held no overwhelming animosity towards him.

“Hmm… Ezio, just wait up a second. I’ll be back in a moment.” Federico lightly jogged over to where Vieri was rooted. He approached him slowly from behind. “Ehi, Vieri, you ran a good race. Truly!” Federico moved to give him a friendly pat on the shoulder, but the instant his hand made contact, Vieri violently swung around, swatting Federico’s arm away.

“DO NOT TOUCH ME!!” Vieri roared so loud, several people whipped around in alarm. His face held such fury and shame that Federico shrank back a bit. He noticed Vieri had tears forming at the edges of his eyes.

Vieri held his angered gaze on Federico while hyperventilating, until he noticed the people around them starting to stare and whisper. His face became redder than a cherry, and he realized the tears would not be held back. He turned around, head dropped and simply said through gritted teeth “Leave me alone.”

Federico watched him walk away hurriedly towards his horse, and ride off faster than was probably safe. Ezio walked up beside his brother watching the horse sprint off.

“Federico, I know you are a good person, and all, but you don’t need to be kind to everyone… Especially him,” Ezio said.

Federico just sighed. “Ezio, sometimes it can be worth it to show kindness to people who may not deserve it.”

“Mm, grazie, holy father. I’ll remember that the next time Vieri calls me a dog.”

Federico just rolled his eyes and started to shove his brother towards home “Come on, you can go home and brag to father about your winnings.”

Ezio happily jingled the sack of florins.

-

Vieri had tears streaming down his face the entire ride back to the palazzo. Climbing off his horse and trying to discreetly enter his home all happened in a blur, and when he finally made it to his bedroom, he did a double-take in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy; hardly a sight to go to his father with about this whole ordeal. He grabbed a washcloth from the water basin on his dresser and wiped his eyes. He held the washcloth to his face and took a deep shuddering breath. After wiping his face down, he took a seat on the edge of his bed to try and wait for some of the redness to subside, and collect his thoughts.

He had no idea how he was even going to look his father in the eyes. He had put in so much work to make sure he’d win that race. He was sure his father was going to be beyond disappointed. But he was still going to have to face him at some point, and it would be better if he approached his father first, rather than his father coming to him.

Vieri balled up his fists in a moment of frustration, took a deep breath, and got up to check his appearance before going to find his father.

It took about 5 minutes of circling the palazzo before he noticed Francesco in the central courtyard, speaking to a man of the cloth. He headed outside and took a moment to steel himself before him. He walked up quietly a way behind Francesco, waiting for him to finish his conversation with the friar.

The friar, facing in Vieri’s direction, glanced over at him during his conversation with Francesco, which prompted the black cloaked man  to turn around.  Vieri stood up straight as his father approached. There were moments in his life where his father could make him feel as small as a mouse, and this was certainly one of them. He somehow summoned a breath to begin talking.

“Fath-“

Francesco promptly held up his hand to silence him.

“Vieri, I could have tolerated you allowing low class filth like the Auditore’s to participate in these little races of yours if you had the decency to keep the respect of our family out of it.” Francesco moved closer to his son, with darkness dawning on his face. “To lose to one of them is an embarrassment that I cannot abide. If you can’t demonstrate to me that you can best these social climbing rats in even the simplest of contests, then it seems necessary to keep you within this palazzo to train until you can be out in public without dragging the Pazzi name through the mud.” Francesco roughly grabbed the portion of Vieri’s tunic that had been torn. “And, before you ask, no I will not be buying you a new tunic to replace this one. Use this as a reminder for your future. Now leave us boy, we wish to finish our conversation alone.” Francesco turned back around coldly. The friar briefly gave Vieri a sympathetic look before returning to their discussion.

Vieri moved without even thinking. He couldn’t even process what had just transpired, and he barely even registered that he had walked right back to his bedroom. Laying himself slowly down onto the bed, he curled up into a ball and sobbed himself into a restless sleep.

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

Day thirty one

So ends another Month long AU. I hope you enjoyed Change the Course. It along with Desmond's Birthday Month will return next year with new adventures for each cast of characters. There are three more planned for this year.

June

Ezio's birthday month, along with mine. This is called the First Recruit throwing Desmond to 16th century Rome where he meets Ezio who mistakes him for his own son.

November

I will be doing NaNoWriMo on AO3 using the prompts from this past year's Codextober. The Tumblr AU though was actually selected by you dear followers. The Twins AU will be featured. It is called A Family of Swords since Malik Al-Sayf gets to raise poor Desmond after his twin attempted to murder him.

December

I chose a story from my NaNoWriMo from last year called Brothers of the Assassins Creed for the last one of the year. Desmond survived dying and Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad and Ezio Auditore are somehow alive as well. Hijinks ensue when such songs like Welcome to the Internet are inspiring the story already.

[assassinschaoticcreed]

Later that night

Jacob in his bed hears a floor creek, he looks up and sees nothing. Until he turns his head to side with ezio next to bed. Ezio cracking his knuckles.

Cue to Jacob screaming

next to Ezio is Desmond & Arno with their phones out ready to record the fight. Connor is standing there with his arms crossed ready to jump in and help Ezio at any time. usually he isn't like that, but he CRAVED that pizza and Jacob RUINED it. they never had pizza so he's mad. Edward is passed out on the other side of the room. Altaïr is there to see who wins, he couldn't care less the cause, of course he could have watched Arno or Desmonds recording...but it wouldn't be the same.

[edelweiss313]

So, we know the Shadow is made up of two people: the powerful entity itself and its host.

This theory is mainly based on the conditions of Bastian's curse. Why did the Shadow allow Bastian to leave after catching him in the cabin and why did it decide to wait until he turned 33? Sure, its reason that Bastian was still much too young to be of any use to him is valid, but why wait until his 33rd birthday? Couldn't the Shadow have immediately took him back once Bastian hit adulthood at 18??

And, as far as we know, 33 isn't a significant number in this universe so why that number?? Once his 33rd birthday came, he wasn't even immediately turned into a shadow, just had multiple nightmares and hauntings over the course of a week or two before it FINALLY came for him.

In EFTS, when Bastian and Laia were running towards the portal back to Hidden Town, the entity (separated from Ezio at the time) was using a lot of its power to restrain the two and have them turned into shadows immediately. But when it was fused with Ezio/the dad, it wasn't in any hurry to turn Bastian into a shadow. I'd like to think that since Ezio was able to separate from the entity (through the help of Erduval's Eye), the entity has not fully fused with Ezio's soul like it did with his dad. Because Ezio was only 3 years into the position of host when this happened, the process must be a slow one.

My theory is that Bastian's father (the host at the time of the curse) tried to negotiate with the entity to delay his son's transformation into a shadow for as long as possible without pissing it off. The entity may be more powerful of the two but the host could theoretically influence some decisions here and there. He agrees to the age of 33 so that Bastian could enjoy his childhood and be able to experience adulthood before the curse would drag him right back in. The father might have even thought of finding a way to reverse the curse before the inevitable 33rd birthday came. This is where Ezio's studies came in.

The Shadow may have tricked Ezio into studying Shamalu and other forms of dark magic in guise of finding a way to save his brother but it is actually training him to become the next host after his dad has been completely fused into the entity. Once Bastian turned 33, Ezio tried his best to delay his transformation as long as possible, just like his dad tried to do. He could've convinced the entity to just keep Bastian in Penumbra and just leave him alone there. And even during Bastian's escape attempts in Another Shadow and EFTS, the Shadow ONLY GAVE HIM WARNINGS AND JUST LEFT IMMEDIATELY.

For an entity keen on turning people into as many shadow slaves as possible, it sure is giving Bastian a lot of passes before getting impatient and finally snapping at the climax of EFTS.

[lyranova]

Oooooh!

What’s one random headcanon about your ocs? And since it’s just one thought per oc, honestly, share as many as you like/can! 🥰💖👏

Of course 🥰! I’m gonna just list as many OC’s as they pop into my head XD!

Zera: When she was a little girl she used to plant a bunch of seed’s into small pots, and when Rika asked her what she was doing she explained to him that she wanted a bunch of little sisters so was “sowing seeds” like the health book told her to. Rika didn’t have the heart to tell her what that really meant.

Neva: Could, and probably would, eat her entire body weight in desserts and bread if given the chance. Which she has nearly done once. But after getting a terrible stomach-ache she learned her lesson and hasn’t done it again. Even though she’s been tempted to….multiple times.

Alistar: Will use his World Plant Magic to create either beautiful flowers that don’t exist in the real world, or will make Hikari (along with his other friends both male and female)’s favorite flowers bloom outside their home/window/office/etc when he hears that they’re having a bad day. But with Hikari he also makes flowers bloom just because he can!

Ezio: Can sense when people feel the same way about him (romantically) when pursuing someone, but when he’s the one being pursued he’s absolutely oblivious. He will completely miss any and all signs that are given to him, and it gets to the point where the one pursuing him has to kind of “hit him over the head” with it!

Aloys: Secretly fixes things for everyone, but especially for Maelie, Grey, Alice, The Purple Witch (Bora), and Wendy. If anyone else were to ask him to fix things for them he would outright refuse and even get angry about it, but would secretly fix it when they weren’t around, but if any of the people listed were to ask him? He would fix it in a heartbeat without arguement.

Discordia: Was banned from attending any and all tea parties held by the daughters of other Clover Nobles. Why? Because she heard them talking bad about her best friend Josele. They were making terrible remarks about her being a commoner and about her dresses, and after hearing these comments, Discordia used her blood magic to create a giant sword that sliced through the table with ease. And then she verbally berated the girls and threatened their lives if they ever spoke ill of Josele again. Because to speak ill of Josele was to speak ill of House Faust.

Alice: Once for Halloween dressed up as a character named “Victoria Frankenstein” and, using her Recombination magic, she created a doll named “Frankenstein”. When asked why ahe chose this costume Alice said she thought it was be funny that “A monster that was created in a lab created another monster so she wouldn’t be lonely.” (She doesn’t really see herself as a monster, she just tried to be funny, and failed.)

Brielle: Once tried to have a Nomotatoe eating contest with Asta. It didn’t go well for either of them. Both were severely scolded by Noelle, Sister Lily, Yuno, and Father Orsi. Neither father nor daughter were able to move or train the next day due to how many they ate.

[malkuvoitenoldoran]

Turgon's Assassin's Creed AU

This is what I have right now and may be subject to change. Also once I find the actual source to the art that inspired me for it I will put in links to it but that's for later.

Turgon grew up as part of an Assassin family, similar to Ezio and the Auditore family, but despite some training he never actually became an Assassin himself. Instead during his teen years he met Elenwe and started to become one of the Templar Order, something her father insisted upon before giving his blessing to their marriage. He was never strongly committed to them or their ideals but Turgon went along with it for a while until one mission he was forced into, he tried to refuse but his wife and daughter were used as leverage against him.

The mission seemed simple, cleanse a village of some sort of infestation, but it went terribly wrong. After the village was 'cleansed' Turgon took care of all the Templars involved in it over the course of the next month. Then he made the decision that he would have to leave the Templar Order.

As a result following the mission Turgon took his wife and daughter and went to his father seeking protection for them. It was granted, Elenwe became a healer for the Brotherhood, and Turgon resumed his training to become an Assassin. He primarily uses bows and his hidden blade but because he looks different enough from what they expect Assassins to look like most of the time he gets ignored.

[teecupangel]

So. We’ve seen Desmond going back in time and becoming a doctor in Altaïr’s time and Ezio’s time, but I’ve never seen Desmond becoming a doctor in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s time. Any ideas?

The first thing I thought about is Desmond going to the homestead and just staying there as a doctor but that would be taking Dr White’s place and Ratonhnhaké:ton would never turn him away when he clearly needed help.

The next idea that I thought of is that Desmond just kicked the door open to the manor, told Achilles that he was Altaïr’s descendant and that he’s trying to hide from people out for his blood so he’s gonna stay there. Achilles tries to shoo him away, Ratonhnhaké:ton thinks he’s telling the truth (Desmond didn’t say that the people out for his blood was far into the distant future but he didn’t lie) so he’s supportive of Desmond staying in the manor.

That’s how Desmond starts his ‘unofficial’ job as the private physician of Davenport manor.

More often than not, he takes care of any wounds that Ratonhnhaké:ton gets and checks him every time he returned to the manor after his missions. He also visits the dock and check on the crew of the Aquila to ensure no one was on their way to suffering scurvy.

And most importantly, he takes over cooking duties to make sure Achilles eats well and healthy and absolutely not skipping any meals and just drinking tea and eating some biscuits.

He and Dr White form a kind of partnership. Dr White takes care of the residents of the homestead, Desmond takes care of the two men in the manor.

Dr White also shares his medicines and tinctures (although Desmond isn’t really keen on a lot of them) and Desmond teaches him what he knows of.

Where did he get his medical background?

Well…

Let’s just say Desmond really got into House MD and started researching and watching actual medical documentaries and books. He knows a lot about first aid and medical properties of herbs and plants because of the Farm’s education so he’s really a mix-match 21st century survivalist medical know how and ‘all theories but no practice’ medical student rolled up into one molotov cocktail ready to explode.

Dr White finds him fascinating but also knows that there would be doctors who would dismiss Desmond’s practices and maybe even call him a charlatan.

It should be fine if he remains in the homestead.

Because he will remain in the homestead.

Right?

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Of course not. Desmond leaves the homestead once things really starts moving for the revolution and becomes a field doctor.

And that’s how he got the interest of George Washington.

[loosesodamarble]

Ooooo for the ship ask game (just take your time answering, I couldn’t decide between two ships 😆!)! 3, 13, 15, and 50 for Dawn x Caelum and Ezio x Kai please 🥺💕?

The answers to your questions have finally arrived!

Going to put the answers under a "read more" since there's a lot. Whoops!

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Caelum x Dawn (or the StarLight ship as I like to call them)

3. What was their first impression of each other?

First off, the two were practically raised together. While House Faust and House Roulacase aren't next door neighbors, since the parents (Josele, Nacht, Finral, and Mallory, another friend's oc) are all very friendly with each other, there would certainly be plenty of play dates growing up. So they both have this understanding that the other has just always been there.

But the pair's proper introduction to each other was then they were around five. Caelum awkwardly tried to be a gentleman, bowing and almost kissing her hand. He chickened out of the kiss because he felt shy that day. He was sweet and friendly but also a little shy in a cute way. Also, Cal was just a cute boy. Dawn was smitten from that day onward.

As for Caelum, he immediately took note of how bright Dawn was. She eagerly introduced herself, didn't shy away from talking with adults, and was just so energetic. Dawn was charming to Caelum though he wasn't immediately crushing. He was simply... drawn to her.

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

If they're ever apart, it's letter and communication devices for them.

Dawn actually prefers letters because then she can keep the messages that Caelum has sent her. She can reread all the kind and encouraging words he's give her.

Caelum likes making calls more because aaahhhhh! He loves the sound of Dawn's voice so so much! She sounds like a singing angel to him! And he wants to make her laugh and hear her laugh and kajhdgiaushrt!

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

"Torisetsu" (translated at "instruction manual") by Kana Nishino.

It's a song about a girl explaining to her new partner how to treat her once they're in a relationship. There's a lot of "instructions" for the relationship in the song and it's a bit cheeky too.

This song reminds me of Dawn and Caelum because I imagine it being a sort of conversation once they get together. This is because of how they were prior to getting together. Caelum was basically afraid of romance and didn't even flirt. And so Dawn is asking Cal to be super doting and romantic with her once they're a couple. Of course she'll be equally devoted but she's taking Cal aside and telling him to please, please be so romantic.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

I mean once Dawn and Caelum hold hands for the first time as an official couple, they are practically glued to each other. Dawn and Caelum have known each other their whole lives, have seen the best and worst of each other through those times. Thankfully, they've never hurt each other intentionally and in any cases where they did each other wrong unintentionally, they apologized and forgave each other.

For Dawn, she's loved Caelum from the very start and after loving him for her whole life, she cannot really bring herself to stop loving him or let him go after finally getting together with him.

For Caelum, he always liked and admired Dawn but realized his feelings way later. And after spending so long in the dark about his own feelings, he wants to hold onto Dawn for the rest of his life.

They just... don't want to be apart after getting together... Babies...

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Kai'ichi x Ezio

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Most likely, Ezio's first impression of Kai'ichi would be that Kai is loud and reckless, much like his uncle Sukehiro. And well, that's what Kai is like. But when Ezio looks a little closer, he'll find that Kai has no sense of social decorum and might even take pity on how poorly Kai manages himself.

Kai'ichi, meanwhile, at first sees Ezio as an ordinary, fun-loving guy but not much else. He didn't expect much from a person who chatted aimlessly and flirted with multiple people. He didn't expect Ezio to be so brave on the battlefield and encouraging to those who struggle to socialize.

I'm sure they both would surprise each other with their unexpected sides.

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

If they're forced apart and Ezio can't simply teleport to Kai'ichi, they'd likely keep contact through communication devices. Kai'ichi likes to do the real-time conversations and chat about their daily lives or vent things. He wants to know things as soon as they happen but it comes with a downside that is Ezio complains, Kai'ichi can only get angry that he can't be there to help Ezio.

But if they can't even communicate via devices, Kai'ichi will wait it out, distracting himself from longing by intensely training. Thinking about things he can't do a thing about tends to frustrate Kai. Poor boy.

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

"Accidentally in Love" by Counting Crows. Because, quite honestly, we stumbled upon making this ship. It was purely by accident that the two of us went "actually wait, there's potential with these two..."

But also, once Ezio is in love, he's deep in it. And Kai'ichi would be just as into it because he doesn't do anything halfheartedly. Kai's thoughts are "I didn't mean to fall in love but I'm not some coward who will run away from these feelings!"

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

I could see a scenario where Kai'ichi and Ezio would break up, mostly over Kai's desire to stay in Hino to become a member of the Ryuzen Seven and eventually the shogun. If Ezio is determined to stay in Clover and they decided not to try a long distance relationship, then they'd split up.

And honestly, Kai'ichi might take it a little better. But not by much...

Ezio would definitely cry a lot more than Kai'ichi would. He'd need his parents and friends to wipe his tears and bring his mood back up. And he might try to bury his heartbreak by flirting around afterwards.

Kai'ichi hides his sorrow better but he'd be in a funk with training and fighting because he'd struggle to figure out how something he put so much passion into could just fail... He'd cry less only because he's so lost about how things fell apart...

[flocessyranch]

-- Summer Vacation ‘23: Fiore Exploration (4)

After a day to themselves, Ashe and Leon set out the next morning for Ringtown. Passing through East Road and the forest that took them to Panula Cave, the two were left to experience the pokemon and their way of life as well as take pictures or take some time to themselves as they passed through it and to Krokka Tunnel. Not anticipating how long this cave system was, they were aided by some wild pokemon to escort them out and upon exiting, unfortunately nightfall had already come upon them. Deciding to camp outdoors, the two lovebirds were fine to sleep knowing that the pokemon meant no ill will so long as respect was given. That seemed to be how things ran here -- but did it run that way for the other two regions?

Either way, in another part of the region, Kianga was having the time of his life with blending in as a pokemon himself. The pokemon here were shocked to find out he was a hybrid, of course, but he was able to blend in more easily and, well, be himself -- but that didn’t stop him from following Ruko’s lead should the Lucario need it.

And as for Grusha, the man was resting today, spending some time listening to some old folklore about the area. The folklore was intriguing to say the least and worth retelling later to his grandfather for the King’s studies, but more then that it was just nice to have some time to breathe -- but as night fell, he made sure to head to the seaside and let his pokemon have time to play while he sat on the docks, watching as Kona played among the wild Mantine and Mantyke and Hope and Ezio ran back and forth racing the waves. Lolair remained with his trainer, preening himself like a cat might. 

Overall, a quiet day and time for everyone.

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Summerland Town, Fiore / Fall City, Fiore -> TRAVELING -> Lyra Forest, Fiore !!

Ashe Team: Sylveon (Lucky), Lapras (Loch), Liepard (Logan).

Leon Team: Decidueye (Alola/Celeste), Corviknight (Mordred), Gyarados* (Vivian).

Kianga Team: Espeon (Lavender).

Grusha Team: Weavile (Lolair), Eevee (Ezio), Mantine* (Kona), Wooloo (’Hope’/on loan).

@pokemon-experiments​

[sulfies]

this been in my doc for a while decided to just put it here, Its a bit edgy lol and tbh Im just not that into this kind of dynamic to build upon it. I don't even know what I did w Desmond in my head the apple kinda put him in this restart/reboot stage where it will take a while for him to come back (if he ever does). also didn't rlly re-read or edit this so probably there are some typos :D enjoyyy I wont ever finish it

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“You cannot keep him here Ezio!”

“And where else? Don't suggest jail because I already told you he is of no danger to us!”

A Hand slammed on the table “How would you know! He has only been here for a week, It is not hard to keep up an act of mental handicap that long!”

“Machiavelli! Are you crazy-”

The door muffling the conversation slammed open with a boom of voices “Crazy?! The only crazy ones here is him and YOU for not getting rid of him, Ezio!”

The shouting figure pointed at him.

Desmond blinked slowly from where he was sitting.

“I know you are not as dumb as you talk to be Ezio , so please! This screams enemy spy all over the situation, please don't let the whole brotherhood be compromised for… him?”

Ezio sighed, he of course knew Machiavelli was right to be worried but he just did not understand it. He looked at Desmond's silent sitting form, as doll-like as ever. Barely blinking.

“I… listen if anything… anything happens it's on me okay Machiavelli?”

The other scoffed as he turned his back to exit “as if at any point of this I had a crumb of fault in on it, of course it's on you. Always is. Will bring the collapse of this branch just as you built it!” 

He stopped at the open door.

“When this goes all down, and you and I know both that it will, I will not help you clean it.”

Ezio smiled after him “You are the best…”

His reply was a slammed shut door.

“I swear he is nicer once he gets to know you” He turned to Desmond who stood exactly as he was left a moment ago. Ezio’s smile stood on his face.

“And he will come around… he just doesn’t get it but how can he?”

Walking next to him, his hand squeezed Desmond's knee.

“He doesn’t have what we share does he?”

His free hand clasped at the back of his neck and they stood there a bit with their foreheads touching as Ezio inhaled deeply.

“Let's get you ready for sleep”

He straightened up and pulled Desmond softly with him. He knew he could but Ezio was kind of glad he didn't need to carry him everywhere.

Desmond followed him silently as he was led through the hideouts halls and through the open door. Stopping only once the figure in the front did.

“There we are… was a busy day huh”

Ezio turned toward him, tugging at his hand delicately as he led him to sit down on the bed.

It was silent as Desmond got readied. Ezio took his time as he went over their now nighttime routine.

 His shirt and pants were peeled off of his skin, bearing the gold markings that covered his body onto night air. The origin points of the strange lines decorating his tan skin started from Desmond's left hand.

Ezio's finger gave a butterfly touch to one on his neck then pulled over a nightshirt to cover the man's whole form.

Next, his face was cleaned as Ezio wiped it with a damp warm cloth slowly, as if cleaning a beloved hand painted figurine. His fingers raked through his short curls giving them a brush they did not really need.

Few more extra steps and Ezio stepped back with a satisfied gaze. “My, now you look ready”

He lifted the blanket and patted for Desmond to get in “Time for sleep”

Desmond followed, laying down on the bed on his back, letting Ezio drape and tuck the blanket over him. Ezio hummed happily.

“Good night Desmond, go to sleep now”

Desmond's blank eyes stared back at him for a few more moments, his brown eyes gave a short low hum of golden glow before his eyelids closed over them.

Ezio squatted down near the bed and looked at Desmonds sleeping form for few minutes, listening to the mans almost dead silent breaths.

Satisfied, Ezio grunted in a job well done and stretched his back as he got up. Walking upto the couch facing the bed he plopped down face first onto it. Arranging himself to better see Desmond he got comfortable. It didnt take long for him to fall asleep with all the watching rather than keeping watch he did.

[pyramultimuse]

Carnevale - A night to Remember

@inmemcrum closed starter for Ezio and Leonardo

Tonight was finally the night of Carnevale, one that the great artist Leonardo had been looking forward to and planning for months. Not only had he finished three paintings to be displayed in the artist district of the carnival but also his costume. A fantastic achievement for the man that would constant procrastinate and take a year to finish one painting. He'd had some good motivation from his dearest friend Ezio who had gifted some funds to get better supplies for his workshop. Leonardo had helped him quite a bit with whatever he'd ask but truly he only did so because he cared for the assassino and not to get paid for his help. Though of course he'd never turn down a gift.

Even with all the progress made he was still working until the last second on the finishing touch on a pendant for the fabric choker to go with his outfit. He was no jeweler but Leo was a man of many talents. Nor was he an assassin, but for years Ezio's parents had been dear friends when he had no others and Ezio himself had been there when he needed most. Whether it was to test out his inventions or kill Borgia guards that's been harassing him. This symbol for the assassins to him belonged to the people he cared for most in this world, not the family by blood but the family that chose him. Once finished engraving the last flourishes into the silver he sewed it to the teal fabric choker that was trimmed with gold lace and pearls.

Leonardo caressed the metal and smiled fondly down at his work. "I wonder if Ezio will attend..." He whispers to himself. His friend wouldn't recognize him, no one will, but maybe he'd be lucky to steal a dance with Ezio.

The artist pocketed his necklace and went to make sure his assistant had his paintings ready to be taken to the street gallery. There was still a few hours before dusk and his paintings needed to get there to have their spots if he hoped to sell them. With that arranged with his assistant it was off to get himself ready. He would leave his workshop to meet with Paola and her courtesans where they would help him get into costume. An outfit like this he couldn't have in the workshop. For this carnevale he wanted to indulge in his more feminine side, he wanted to feel beautiful and desired and he chose a dress and mask that reflected his own tastes then added his own flare. Beautiful teal with gold much like what he usually wore, he had added the golden lace patters and sewn in pears for that extra twinkle. Then the mask he got was elegant white porcine with gold painted designs and more pears. Though what had been originally a full mask he had altered it to cover only the lower half of his face.

His costume was quite snug, the courtesans putting him in a corset first to help give him a more of an hourglass waist. But once on it fit him perfectly, a lovely flowing gown that was perfect for twirling and dancing. The woman did his hair next, weaving and braiding in curly extensions to give him long wheat gold locks. They offered to use makeup on what skin was exposed but Leonardo liked his freckles over his collar bone and face so they were left natural with only a bit of eyeliner and brow details to make his blue eyes pop. Mask secured, he pulled on golden silk gloves then finally put on the choker with the silver pendant. All set for the carnival he thanked the courtesans and Paola wished him luck on the way out.

The sun was setting and the sky was darkening. The lanterns were being lit and people in costumes were already starting to flood the streets. Tassels, ribbons and flags hung between buildings, Venice was decorated in shades of vibrant pastels of pinks, purples, yellow and orange with party goers of similar color schemes. Though Leonardo stood out with his bright teal dress, but in the best of ways. It was not as extravagant as some women who went the gaudy route, his was dripping with elegance and with the pearls and gold had the air of wealth and fine taste. Nearing one of the main squares it took no time at all to have men wishing to escort him through Carnevale, asking to dance and wanting his attention. He chose one of the men wearing a fox mask for his first dance and they went among the others dancing in the streets before the stage with the musicians playing. This was exactly what Leonardo had been wanting, to feel free and have some fun with masked strangers at Carnevale. Though in his eyes often wandered, glancing around and hoping to spot the one he wanted to spend this night with more than anyone.