Time Wasted
He waits.
He's waited so long that it's impossible to remember.
The Borgia have taken his attentions, and Leonardo yearns for the days when he was carefree. When his beloved caller's eyes were not haunted by pain and suffering. Not haunted by the mission he must fulfil.
One time was good enough, to see Ezio was everything. Had everything.
He remembers how his heart sank when Signora Auditore commented that Ezio needed to find an outlet, "other than vaginas".
He hopes he has fulfilled himself as a good friend to Ezio in the years past. He has faithfully translated the Codex papers, repaired Ezio when he was too injured for a physician, and his door has always been open for Ezio to stay the night.
Though he has never tried anything, that corridor from his workshop (where Leonardo normally ends up spending his sleep), to Ezio's room has always seemed too short, loo long, too dark, too tempting, all at the same time.
He has remained faithful, in the hopes that someday Ezio might return his amore. That maybe his waiting hasn't been in vain. That Ezio will one day sweep in, in all his magnificence and glory, not with an injury, not with a codex page, and definitely not just for the sake of needing somewhere to stay, but for the fact that he feels the same.
Leonardo knows this is all in vain. He knows how much of a womanizer Ezio is. But Leonardo is a dreamer. And dream he will.
Leonardo dreams of the times when Ezio was young and free. Not haunted. Innocent in the ways of killing and death.
Leonardo longs for the Ezio he once saw.