Kisses felt like try-out. Moaning felt like sound check. Clothes dropping felt like dress rehearsal. Sex felt like opening night; breathtaking.
Always like a play.
Ezio was the main character, making the most sounds, saying the most words. Romeo.
Altair was the love interest -- naturally. Stole Ezio's heart, love at first sight. Juliet.
"Stay focused, stupid assassin. Stop thinking about me." Laced with emotion.
Just how it should be.
"How can I stop? Your beauty distracts me." A sly grin.
Tragedy. A critic hit home, ruining it all.
A slip of the mind. Forgot those lines. His sword is now red with Romeo's blood.
Romeo dies; distracted. Juliet never follows; grieving.
Acta Est Fabula … The play is over.
"Stupid assassin."