Ezio sat by a canal, hunched over as he plucked petals off a white carnation, letting them fall into the water below. A shadow fell over him, and he glanced up to find Rosa standing beside him, hands on her hips.
"Alright, you are sulking. What is the problem?" Ezio scowled at her. "Don't be that way, Ezio. What is on your mind?"
"There is nothing on my mind! Now buzz off, Rosa." Rosa rolled her eyes.
"Stop being such a bambino, Ezio. I can see through you easier than this water. But that isn't saying much…" She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the pungent canal. "Boys like you do not hang around filthy places like this unless they are distressed, or, dare I say it, lovesick?" Ezio threw the flower at her. She dodged it light-heartedly, laughing. "I see I have struck a cord! Who is the lucky girl, huh?" Noticing Ezio's glare, she quieted down as she sat beside him. "Is this about Leonardo?" She whispered, placing a hand on Ezio's shoulder. Ezio just stared at the trash floating down the canal. Rosa smiled. " Cheer up, Ezio! I'll talk to Antonio about this, he'll know what to do!" Ezio stood abruptly, chasing after Rosa as she skipped down the street.
"Rosa! You putana! Get back here!" She let out another laugh. Suddenly, Antonio rounded the corner. Ezio managed not to trip over him, but Antonio still found it necessary to yank him by the back of his collar as if he had.
"Ezio, my boy! You must be more careful!" Ezio sighed. There was no way a clod like Antonio could help him with his "problem". Rosa peeked out from behind Antonio, the picture of innocence. Antonio glanced at Her. "Rosa, you are no Madonna, what have you done to poor Ezio this time?"
"Nothing at all, Antonio!" She giggled. "Ezio is lovesick!"
"Lovesick!" Antonio bellowed. He lowered his voice, and leaned in close. "Is it Leonardo?" Ezio groaned, and freed himself from Antonio's iron grip.
Was there anyone in Venice who didn't know how he felt about the painter? Rosa nodded, tugging on Antonio's sleeve.
"I found him by one of the canals, plucking petals off one of the white carnations Leonardo has outside his workshop!" Ezio blushed.
Why did Rosa have to be so observative?
Antonio smoothed his tunic.
"Well, well, well! Lovesick? A casanova like Ezio? This is serious!" Ezio swatted Antonio's hand away as he ruffled his hair.
"Do not fret, amico mio! I am very experienced with matters of the heart, and will help you win over your fair artist!" Antonio stroked his moustache.
Ezio was skeptical, but he couldn't help but be curious and listen in as Antonio explained his plan.
Desmond lay on his bed, staring into the darkness. Occasionally, light from Shaun's computer would flit across the ceiling and rouse him from his reverie. He turned to the side, watching the historian work. He wished he could talk to him.
"Shaun?" Shaun glanced at Desmond over his shoulder.
"What is it, Desmond?"
"Uh…nothing." Desmond rolled over to face the wall next to him, chastising himself.
Shaun pinched the bridge of his nose, scowling. Desmond could be so dense. Must be too many hours in that damned animus. He stood up and strode over to the bed.
"Nothing? please. What am I? A toddler?" He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you ready to talk about that nightmare of yours?" Desmond sat up. It couldn't hurt, could it?
A/N: Oh, Antonio! You card, you! So i haven't updated this in like, what, 2 months? and then all i put up is a measly 500-some words? oh geez. Anywho, Ezio/Leo seems to be a canon for this story, now. The literature arts program is hosting a word show in march, but i am supposed to be working on my story for it even now! I have a pretty rocking' story coming on, but unfortunately, this leaves even less time for fanfiction :/ But anyways, i hope your enjoying my story! Drop me a line if you have any suggestions!