Some of these are shorter than I thought they'd be, but I think they're good that way. c:

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21. Shadow

Leonardo knew that everywhere he went, he had a shadow that day. But every time he'd look around, Ezio was nowhere to be seen, hiding behind a wall or atop a building, watching and making sure the artist was safe.

22. Angel

"The people think you're an angel of death," Leonardo sighed, leaning back onto Ezio's chest. The assassin chuckled softly.
"Do they, now? I never would have guessed." Ezio smiled and tightened his hold on Leonardo, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. It felt nice to be so close, not being chased by angry husbands or guards with swords... "But there's no way I'm an angel, Leonardo."
The artist raised an eyebrow. "I suppose not. I don't believe in such things."
Ezio laughed. "How could you not? You're here."
"And what are you implying?" Leonardo inquired, turning to face Ezio. The assassin just grinned, shrugging his shoulders jokingly. "Oh, you know."

"That you're mio piccolo angelo, is all."

23. Aging

Leonardo slumped in front of his mirror, toying with his beard. It was getting a little long, and Ezio had mentioned that he didn't like it. He played with his beard for another moment, then switched to his hair. It was dry and brittle now, losing its colour and greying slightly at his temples. After another moment of this, he set his hands on the edge of the counter, leaning in close to look at his own face. He didn't like the slight wrinkles he saw forming, the creases near his eyes, or the way his skin was paling.
"I'm getting old," He admitted, and sat down in his chair. He was pouting, yes, but what did it matter? Nobody would listen to an old man such as himself.
"You're getting old," A voice said behind him, "But so am I. And isn't that what we promised eachother?" Leonardo turned to look, seeing Ezio standing behind his chair. He broke out into a smile without thinking.
"Si, you promised me you'd grow old."
"Only if you do. We can be old men together," Ezio stated, and pulled Leonardo up, only to sit back down and bring the artist close. "We'll just be two old men, sitting around, watching eachother age."
"That sounds good to me," Leonardo sighed, and rest comfortably against Ezio.

24. Switch

Ezio awoke with a start that morning, finding himself in Leonardo's bedroom. The only thing, he thought, was that he didn't fall asleep there. He'd fallen asleep in a pile of hay, somewhere outside, not able to make it back to Leonardo's quickly enough...
Perhaps someone had taken him to Leonardo's?
He shrugged the blanket off of himself and pulled himself to his feet, only to realize something. He felt slightly shorter. And where was his ponytail?
As the assassin turned, he caught a glimpse of a mirror on the wall. What he saw wasn't himself, but instead Leonardo.
"What just happened?"

25. Dream

"What do you dream about at night, Leonardo?"
The question had come at random one night, Leonardo lying comfortably in Ezio's arms after the assassin had returned to the artist's workshop. Leonardo had to think for a few minutes, tapping his chin with one finger.
"You, of course, Ezio. And of many other things, but the dreams of you are always the best."

26. Jealousy (Modern AU.)

Having Ezio as a lover was a difficult task; the man was distracted by whatever woman passed his gaze next. Leonardo found it difficult to get Ezio's attention on him during the day. Finally, they had passed by a shop selling what looked to be dresses being readied for whatever new dance was coming up.
"Ezio, do I have to wear one of those," Leonardo scowled, pointing to the store window, "To get you to pay attention to me?"
Ezio thought about it. Actually thought about it. And that made Leonardo more frustrated, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well?"
"I don't think so," Ezio finally muttered, but raised an eyebrow in Leonardo's direction. "But I'm sure if you wore one, I'd keep my eyes on you for days afterward."

Leonardo never thought he'd enter a dress store in his life.

27. Ribbon

"Oh, you seem to have lost your hair ribbon." Leonardo was grinning at Ezio, whose head was resting on the artist's chest. They were sitting in a warm tub of water in one of the back rooms of Leonardo's shop, both having felt it was time to get their baths. The younger man let out a long sigh, shrugging dramatically. "I do not mind," Leonardo continued.
"I do not like my hair loose," Ezio mumbled, prying one gold eye open to look up at the artist.
"And why is this, Ezio?" Leonardo whispered, running his fingers through the assassin's damp hair. He reached for some soap on the counter beside them, slowly raking the rose-scented oils into Ezio's hair. The man just sighed, relaxing.
"I feel as though I don't look myself," he murmured, and Leonardo chuckled.
"You always look yourself, Ezio. At least, I'll always be able to tell it's you."

28. Necklace

Ezio's necklace had broken. He was quite upset by that fact, choosing to stuff the pieces into his pockets, and he'd brought them to Leonardo later that week. When the artist noticed, he simply clapped his hands together. "How badly is it broken?"
Ezio found himself shrugging, holding the pieces out. The leather lacing had come undone from its clasp, and two beads had cracked.
Leonardo took the necklace without any other words, hiding behind his papers and tools for the good part of an hour. Ezio had to admit it was nice to rest, but he just wanted his necklace back, and he wanted to get back outside so he could finish what he was supposed to be doing.
After the assassin had dozed off, Leonardo replaced the beads around his neck, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm sure he'll love what I did."

Later, Ezio glanced over the necklace with a laugh. Leonardo had carved something into the middle bead.
Vines and flowers surrounded the backwards handwriting: Property of Leonardo da Vinci.

29. Pet

Leonardo had a collection of strange things, this Ezio knew. But he wasn't expecting...
"What is that? It's hideous!"
Leonardo peeked his head out from behind the box he held, a small pout on his lips. "Ezio, it's cute. Look at him."
In the box, there was a lizard. Oh, and not just any lizard. This thing had the most repulsive looking wings Ezio had ever seen, and such large scales and horns... "That is not cute, Leonardo. You're insane."
"No, I'm not." Leonardo closed the box, peeking inside one of the airholes he'd made. "You just can't appreciate what I did to make the little guy so cute."

30. Wine

Ezio decided that perhaps, having dinner with Leonardo wasn't so bad after all. The man had impeccable taste in wines, it seemed, even if he never ate meat.