Hey buds! I am SO SO SO sorry for not putting this up fast enough :c To be honest, this was sort of hard to write, due to the multitude of describing that was neccesary. Ugh I feel bad, its been like 3 weeks right? Something like that o_o School has been shat, so we can blaim it for the lack of lovin'. We be in FLORENCE this chap, and OH YES: We meet EzHOE in this chappy, and well... you'll see;)
Ezio: Oh no you didn't...
WordsForFlowers: Oh YES I DID.
Anywho, thanks for all the love&junk, you guys are the best:3 enjoy!
About an hour past before the rock of the carriage put me to sleep; images of that weird old hag dancing in my head, though very soon I was jutted out of my sleep by the abrupt stop of the carriage.
"We have reached Firenze." The carriage driver announced proudly.
My eyes flickered open slowly and I sat up, whipping away some drool that had formed on the corner of my lip. I stretched slowly and squinted into the distance and saw that the sun was beginning to set on this unfamiliar land.
"Come on Gabriella." my mother whispered, while herding me off the carriage.
Once off, I turned to marvel at what stood before me.
It was purely magnificent.
The large city glowed delicately in the sunlight and towered over me like the heavens, and a bard's music could be heard in this distance, which added to the city's peaceful façade.
"Welcome to your new home." my mother whispered before kissing me a top my head.
My mouth was a gape and I found myself unable to take in all the beauty of the city as we walked along its streets.
Don't get me wrong, San Gimignano was a nice city, but it could never compare to the breathe-taking (for lack of better words) architecture of Florence.
My father had paid the carriage man a few florins to help us take our bags to the Auditore's Palazzo, and so in addition to my site seeing, I tuned into their conversation of idle chit-chat.
"Is this your first time at Firenze?" The carriage man asked, false enthusiasm masking his lack of care.
"Actually, I was born here." My father said with a twinkle in his eye "The city hasn't changed a bit!"
"Ah, so that is how you know Signore (Mister) Auditore."
"Si, we grew up together!" My father said enthusiastically, "Me, him, and Lorenzo Medici were as close as could be! We were quite the trouble makers too! One time…" At that point I had faded out, figuring it was one of those stories I had already heard about my father relieving himself on the Pazzi's doorstep, or some other odd prank… And even if I hadn't, I was too entranced by the city to be bothered.
Eventually we made it to the palazzo and bid the carriage man goodbye (my father placing a couple extra florins in the man's hand, since he troubled him with his "when I was a boy" stories).
As he left, I continued to watch the carriage man walk into the distance- he had an interesting skip in his step, due to the couple extra florins he had made.
"Probably headed to the bordello (brothel)…" My mother mumbled, "I'm glad I found a pure man." She smile at my father and touched his shoulder both admiringly, and lovingly. My father chuckled uncomfortably.
The awkwardness only lasted a couple of seconds though before my father turned our attention to the massive and beautiful building that stood proudly before us.
"Behold!" He announced, "The Palazzo di Auditore!" He spread out his arms to add to the enthusiasm.
My mother and I laughed at his foolishness before he began to usher us inside.
"Come my family," He scooped up our bags, "In we go!"
We began our short walk past the dark iron gates, and into the small courtyard that lay beyond them.
It was adorably quaint- to say the least. Marble-looking, stone columns, modest arrangements of flowers, and benches lined the perimeter of the quarters, while red satin drapes hung to-and-fro. The windows were barred with the same black iron as the gate, and the palazzo wall colors matched that of the rest of the city. And on one of the benches sat the noblest woman I had ever seen.
She had deep brown hair that was elegantly pulled up into a beautiful bun, with golden lace woven into it. She had highly arched eyebrows, and beneath them were thin, brown eyes that curved into moon-like crescents when she smiled.
A small girl sat at her foot, fiddling with the bottom of the older woman's red dress. The girl was the spitting image of the noble woman, so I could only assumed that she was her daughter.
We proceeded in to the courtyard, causing the woman's head to rise and her face to morph into a smile.
She stood up gracefully, and as she stood, I noticed she was pregnant- the rather large bump stretching the red material. She then approached my father with a smile brighter than the sun, though I wish could say the same thing for her daughter. She stomped behind her mother, her angry looking eyes never leaving mine.
"Dario it is so great to see you!" the noble woman sang excitedly, while pecking both of his cheeks.
My father returned the greeting with choruses of "Time has been fair on you." and "It has been too long Maria." Then the majestic woman named Maria turned to my mother and genuinely says, "And you must be his beautiful wife, Fina."
My mother smiled back at her and with a little laugh responded, "You are too kind Maria, and it is good to finally meet you." They exchanged a series of greeting kisses, and then, Maria acknowledged the bundled up child.
"And I figure this to be Emiliana?" she cooed at the baby, "She's beautiful- I do believe she is the same age as my daughter." she pushed forward the little girl who was giving me a territorial glare the entire conversation.
And then- as if some sort of sorcery- the glare turned into a pleasant smile, too big for her petite face, and curtsied as if she were in the presence of the pope himself.
"Greetings," she began, "my name is Claudia Auditore da Firenze, offspring of Giovanni and Maria Auditore."
Once she completed her introduction, my family bowed back respectively. But then things took a turn for the worse, as I felt my father's hand on my back push me forward into the imaginary spotlight of pure embarrassment.
"This is our daughter." my father stated proudly, expecting me to introduce myself.
My eyes widened and I looked around, seeing everyone's eyes watching my every motion- including the beady dark eyes of that she devil, Claudia.
After multiple moments of my idiocy, the wheels of my mind finally started to turn, and I said something.
"I like horses."
Well, not as elegant and intelligent as Claudia, but at least it was something…
My parents averted their eyes from me shamefully. But I seemed to have amused Maria, for she chuckled and smiled at me. She the proceeded to bend down the slightest bit, look me in the eyes, and say "You will be quite interesting around the house, won't you?" she then patted my head, then turned her attention to the luggage at my father's feet.
"You will need help with that luggage." Maria stated.
"Oh there is no need for that." my father began to scoop up the bags, but was stopped by Maria's strong voice.
"Uh-Uh-Uh, I insist." she smirked at him a tad, to acknowledge his defeat. She then rotated her head toward a top window of the palazzo and called out, "Ezio! Federico!"
Moments later two heads popped out from a window.
"Yes mother?" one boy hollered back politely.
"Our guests are here; won't you come down and meet them, and help them with their luggage?"
"Of coarse." The two boys then leapt out from the window and descended down the side of the building, using the windows to aid their fall.
They landed on the ground with a sharp thud and then looked up; that's when my heart stopped.
He was beautiful.
Short, dark, locks messily fell into his strong face, which was attached to a fit body clothed in expensive looking attire. Though as high classed as he looked, trouble and mischievousness clouded his brown eyes, and his plump, perky lips were molded into a cute smirk.
My gawking was abruptly interrupted by Maria's elegant voice, "Dario, Fina, Gabriella, and Emiliana," she waved a hand at each of us as she said our names.
She then redirected her hand, "This is my eldest son Federico," I grinned widely when she pointed her hand in the gorgeous boy's direction, "and my youngest son, Ezio."
Huh, I had hardly noticed him, which, when looking at him, didn't surprise me. Ezio was stocky and short- though a tad bit taller than me- seemed nonexistent next to his very tall and handsome older brother.
His tangled, long, brown hair fell into his eyes, and he had a large Roman nose smack middle in his face. His pudgy lips were forged into a wide grin, which was missing two teeth, and the poor boy was wearing clothes that were a little too small on him- making his chubby body frame, look even chubbier.
All in all, I could really only describe Ezio has goofy looking, and minuscule in his godly handsome brother's presence.
"Well, you all must be weary from your travels," Maria began, "come, let's go inside."
We followed her through one of the doors in the courtyard, and passed through a foyer into a small sitting room.
"Please, sit." Maria spoke gently with a smile, "Giovanni will be home soon and then we may eat!"
She took a seat on a coach and began to chat with my parents. Out of boredom, I began to shift around awkwardly on the couch cushions in attempt to get comfortable. It was quite amusing actually! So I continued until, I felt someone watching me; I twerked up my head to see that Ezio and Federico had been watching my little curiosity episode, and they both found it pretty damn funny.
They both stared at me with the same cocky, quirky smile, while simultaneously crossing their arms and shaking their heads.
I averted my gaze to a near by window, in attempt to mask my very obvious embarrassment. But the two brothers' snickering made that very hard to do.
I sat in silence for the remainder of the time that we sat in the living quarters, but eventually Giovanni arrived and we were able to make our way to he dinning room to eat.
We all gathered around the large mahogany table and took our seats to begin what I assumed, was going to be the worst dinner ever with my new housemates.
Ezio: First no sexy time, and then you make me an UGLY CHILD? You are the worst story writer ever.
WordsForFlowers: Well everyone was ugly at one point in their life! And this helps explain why you is such a hoe! 'Cause you were ugly, and now you like attention!
Ezio: ... Hate you.
WordsForFlowers: You'll love me eventually.
Haha, yes so I made the sexiest video game character ever (Besides TLoZ: TPs Link), and ugly duckling child... Don't hurt me :O But it had to be done! It makes the story more comical, no? But for those of you who just want them to stop being 5 and fuck in a corner already, well I can make one part of that wish come true in the next NEXT chapter- they will be 16 then. As for the bewty-dew lovin', i'm gonna tourture you guys a bit longer;) THANKS FOR THE READS, SEE YOU NEXT TIME 3 :3