Missed Me: Dresden Dolls Crazy!Altair
He traced a path up from a scar running up from the edge of Malik's pants, and to his chest. His finger ran a circle around one pink nipple, enjoying the way the one armed male clentched his teeth against the onslot of pleasure. "You're insane." Altair made a small humming noise in the back of his throat, admiring the many scars that criss-crossed his captive's chest. "Untie me, you moron!" Gold eyes flickered up to angered chocolate, and a small smirk pulled at the assassin's mouth.
"No."
Malik's one arm pulled uselessly at the coarse rope that bonded him to the straight backed chair. Why did I have to fall asleep?
Constantinople: The Decemberists Leonardo's mother and little!Leonardo (1)
She told him stories of her home before she came to Italy. While her thin fingers brushed through his light brown hair, her eyes would get a far away look, and a small smile would sadly tilt her lips. She told him that his irises reminded her of the Bosphorus. What he liked most about his mother's stories were her descriptions, and sometimes, she would take a discarded charcol and sketch the winding streets she so often described. Her heart was broken, he knew, and when she would cry silently at night, he would wrap his small arms around her and talk about birds.
Record Year: The Decemberists Ezio and Leonardo
As he watches Ezio get dressed, Leonardo reminds himself that the assassin needs to do this. He feels his jealousy well up in his throat, but he forces his eyes downward to his hands. He suddenly hates the morphed fingers and chewed nails, and he feels his cheeks burn when Ezio throws a soft good-bye over his shoulder.
The door clicks shut, but Leonardo can't hear the assassin's footsteps, and he knows that trying to is useless.
With a loud sigh, the artist stands and begins to dress himself. His actions are slow, and he can't help but think about the action which will mostly be going on at the Theives Guild. Leonardo bites his tongue, and places his red hat on his head. Why must I always share you with everyone?
Ezio said that it wouldn't take long, and it doesn't, but there's still the lingering scent of female getting in the way of their kisses. All because the assissin needed to.
Troubadours: Rilo Kiley Leonardo
Milano is nice, and the workshop they provided him with is nice. Leonardo stabs the canvas with his oil-paint covered brush, and chews at the edge of his mouth.
He moved to Milano because he couldn't stand the jealousy that ate away at him everytime he saw Rosa and her swollen stomach.
Blue-green eyes stare blankly at the splotch of grassy green; he jumps when he tastes copper, and when he touches his fingertips to the corner of his mouth, the artist can feel hot blood.
Alright, that's enough for now.
(1) Caterina was the most common name given to slaves from the region of Constantinople (today's Istanbul) and Da Vinci himself travelled to Turkey and Azerbaijan to discover his Caucasian roots.
