"Isn't it beautiful, amore?"
The two hooded assassins sat on the rough-textured edge of a tall building in Florence. The two had been there for approximately 30 minutes, observing a festival that was held in the center of the city. The two men were able to receive a great view of everything that went on. The dancing people; some who moved fluidly like water and more jagged in their motions. The lights and décor gave the city a definite flare-like glow, making the city come to life.
When the Italian's partner did not respond, he sighed. He was used to the impassiveness that was his Syrian assassin. But a response would be nice now and then. Regardless, he knew somewhere deep inside his partner's almost-stone heart, he bore feelings, but never truly expressed them. He knew this because if his partner was truly as cruel as people claim to be; he would've killed off the Italian for his rather childish and hyper behavior.
"Altair?"
"Hm?" Altair turned to face the Italian "What is it, Ezio?" Oh, so he finally speaks.
Ezio just smiles. He used his non-gloved hand to pat his ally on the back, before wrapping that same arm around his partner's shoulder. He pressed the two them together. He felt the Syrian assassin's physique stiffen for a brief moment, then finally sighing and accepting the small embrace. He was used to the Italian's affectionate gestures.
When the people below began counting down from ten, in Italian of course… Ezio patiently waited, a predatory smile painted on his face.
"Dieci,"
"Nove,"
"Otto"
"Sette"
"Sei"
Five more counts left…
"Cinque"
"Quattro"
"Tre"
"Due"
"Uno!"
"Felice Anno Nuovo!"
As the crowd below them cheered, the Italian grabbed his Arabian's jaw with his gloved hand, caressing the lips that bore the same scar that he had. He took his partner by surprise when he leaned in and pressed his lips against Altair's own. Ezio's lips were soft, warm, and fluent against his own. Altair caught in a temporary state of shock, and did not react to the kiss immediately.
When Ezio felt the lack response to the kiss, he was about to pull away when his partner wrapped his hands around Ezio's neck, finally responding to the kiss. Both of them closed their eyes, enjoying their proximity and the sweet, chaste but still lasting kiss.
Finally, when they drew away; Ezio caught the faint blush the tainted his partner's face. He smiled. The Italian leaned in once more, only to lean his head into his lover's; their noses touching and brushing softly against one another. Altair's amber's eyes were half-lidded but Ezio can tell that he was looking at him.
Ezio closed his eyes.
"Ti amo, mio amore~"
I don't know Italian, so I obviously used a translator. Forgive me for any mistakes, I tried to fix as many of them as I can. :x