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         “What would you believe my reason to be?                             Certainly if I was plotting a plan,               I would not have been so recklessly straightforward."

          “Well it ain’t a question that many people care                                t’ ask, an’ not without some underlyin’ reason.”

“It is complicated..."

"… lost them again or something?"

Surprise beautiful person! once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. if you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out

{You are all being far too kind! *hugs very tightly**sends this to everyone*}

Surprise beautiful person! once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. if you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out

{I do not deserve this, how awfully kind of you :’) Let me love youu! *hugs*}

there's only room for one and you know what I mean.

  “That certainly depends, grigio compagno.”

thevitruviianman:

Tagged by; tooflashyforanassassin

fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

1. Animal; Bird (some) 2. Color; Red 3. Month; May 4. Song; Leonardo's Inventions 5. Number; Four 6. Day or Night; Day 7. Plant; Jasmine 8. Smell; Parchment, paint, wood 9. Gemstone; Quartz 10. Season; Spring 11. Place; The workshop 12. Food; Bread, grain, pasta 13. Astrological Sign; Aries 14. Element(s); Earth 15. Drink; Wine

tagging (only if you want); thearroganteagle, beneezio, daisayf, abiitmanes, aquiilae, miabxlla

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“No. Or, yes... but no...”

"You ever find your pal?"

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Blood Cannibalism Domestic Violence Gore Incest Mental Issues Murder Rape  Suicide Torture Violence in General War

 Perhaps having a (slightly) familiar face nearby, would not help the the other - but concerning Leonardo, it soothed the ache he already felt from getting in trouble. It wasn't often these scenarios took place in his life. Never had he been troublesome, hardly even in his young years. Neither had he grown to be a troublemaker. As repeated in his mind; it had been a mistake. However, simply stating that it was not on purpose, didn't justify that he had stolen a book. The chairs were made of another material, than the ones in the other classrooms. It could be on purpose - exchanging the more comfortable chairs with those in the detention room. Perhaps it was a simple part of the punishment. It wasn't the most horrific part of this, though, yet it was rather fastidioso.

  “Ezio, - am I right?” He attempted to start a conversation - that was forbidden in the room, and most likely would get stopped by someone. Nevertheless, no thought was paid to that. It was more about how he would survive the long while they were stuck there. "Why isn't the teacher here yet?"

{❦} Detenzione

The assumption was quite correct; detention was not an unfamiliar term to Ezio Auditore - the second son of Giovanni and Maria Auditore. Apparently, it was one of those things that ran in the blood. A mention of the last name was enough to make any teacher roll their eyes; they all knew that it meant trouble. Federico had been just as bad when he still went to Scuola secondaria. Claudia seemed to be less problematic; but she had a bad temper, and she did not mind going to detention for it. Petruccio - well. He spent most of his days at home in bed.

Ezio was not a newcomer to the detention room. He had been there many times before, and he had started considering this particular seat as his own. Always there, almost at the back of the classroom, well-hidden behind the backs of other students.

It was always interesting to watch the expressions on the faces of the others as they entered the room; some confident, others ashamed. Today, there was some new - someone Ezio hadn’t seen at detention before at least. He thought he recognized the face though… Someone his mother had talked about. Leonardo? was it that? 

  “Nothing, signore.”

"… what’s the problem?"

"Buongiorno, um..." Thinking for a moment with his hands together and thumbs tapping together. "Leonardo, si?"

    “Sì - e salve!”He spoke, confirming what the other had said.

* ThearrogantEagle?

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   “Ovviamente - he is an odd fellow.”

         Leonardo had a statement ready, and it hardly took him a moment to answer,  despite his slurred mind matching his words so well.      “And very segretezza. Very! But     but I refuse to neglect to say this:        His heart is in a good place.” A long pause, where his facial expression seemed so serious, that it could fool others into believing that he in fact, had not been drinking.                  But this was only a trick the eyes performed."Altaïr, if I am not mistaken."     - a giggle escaped his lips for some reason he didn’t understand himself.

* beneezio?

send * and an url and my muse will talk about that muse whilst drunk

     “Ah! Ezio! ‘course it’s Ezio                              Ezio is my friend. My good friend. ‘Ave you met him?”

  Already being talkative by nature (if only at the right time), the alcohol did nothing to prevent the clutter of words from escaping his lips. Like a fascinating subject, it only increased his wish to speak.      “He can be good at drawing attention, sì? But you must be awar’ of this. He’s good. Good person. I wish he stop’d by more… frequentemente. Hm.. triste..”

 Leonardo began sipping from the bottle again, a small smile upon his face. His mood was not ruined.