Fic: Words Unspoken and Actions Untaken
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wook77Title: Words Unspoken and Actions Untaken
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wook77
Fandom: Assassin's Creed (Brotherhood and Revelations compliant)
Pairing: Ezio-Centric Gen with hints of Ezio/Leonardo
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Assassin's Creed: Revelations (trailer canon)
Wordcount: 463
Summary: Ezio has few regrets. Words unspoken and actions untaken. It's been a long fifty-two years.
A/N: Quick ficlet I had to write after watching the the new E3 Trailer.
Lying in the cell, Ezio thinks that, maybe, if he survives this, that he'll listen to Leonardo. He'll listen and he'll obey because the idea that the last face he's ever going to see is a Templar, a smirking Templar with a cleft lip and a perpetual sneer, is too much. He'd rather the last face he sees is that of his sister. Or Machiavelli. Or Leonardo.
Ezio has very few regrets from his fifty-two years. He regrets that he didn't save his father and brothers but he doesn't regret what came after, the training and becoming an assassin. He regrets leaving Florence but he doesn't regret Venice and he certainly doesn't regret Rome.
He regrets leaving Leonardo. Leonardo. As they drag him up, letting him look at his broken blade as he's taken out of the cell, Ezio regrets leaving Leonardo. He hates that their last conversation had ended in such harsh words and a cloud of nothing meaningful spoken.
If he makes it back to Rome, he'll tell Leonardo the meaningful rather than the superficial. They're old men and should be allowed their freedoms. He feels all of his years as he limps past the Templar, feels it in the way that his shoulder aches with the embedded arrow in it, the way that his wrist throbs with the bruise from when his blade broke and in the way that his knees ache with the cold from lying on the stone and being dragged across the grounds of Masyaf. He can feel each and every bruise and cut and scar on his body but that doesn't stop him from striding with as much self-composure as he can summon.
As he walks out onto the platform, Ezio sees Altair on the platform next to him and he wonders if there's anything he regrets. Here, in Masyaf, it seems as if the world is only made for regrets. Standing there, he stares out into the surrounding area and thinks that Leonardo would be curious about what the artifact is, that he would be disappointed that Ezio never found out what was behind the seals.
That can't be allowed. Even though his shoulder has the head of an arrow still embedded in it, he rears back and elbows the Templar in the face. The Templar scrambles for his sword as blood gushes from his broken nose but Ezio doesn't give him time, simply turning and pushing him back towards his men and blocking the platform from them. With a smile on his face and a prayer on his lips that his body won't let him down, that he'll honor his father, brothers and ancestors, that Altair will guide him, he puts his hands on the rope, tugs it and then leaps off the platform.
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wook77Fandom: Assassin's Creed (Brotherhood and Revelations compliant)
Pairing: Ezio-Centric Gen with hints of Ezio/Leonardo
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Assassin's Creed: Revelations (trailer canon)
Wordcount: 463
Summary: Ezio has few regrets. Words unspoken and actions untaken. It's been a long fifty-two years.
A/N: Quick ficlet I had to write after watching the the new E3 Trailer.
Lying in the cell, Ezio thinks that, maybe, if he survives this, that he'll listen to Leonardo. He'll listen and he'll obey because the idea that the last face he's ever going to see is a Templar, a smirking Templar with a cleft lip and a perpetual sneer, is too much. He'd rather the last face he sees is that of his sister. Or Machiavelli. Or Leonardo.
Ezio has very few regrets from his fifty-two years. He regrets that he didn't save his father and brothers but he doesn't regret what came after, the training and becoming an assassin. He regrets leaving Florence but he doesn't regret Venice and he certainly doesn't regret Rome.
He regrets leaving Leonardo. Leonardo. As they drag him up, letting him look at his broken blade as he's taken out of the cell, Ezio regrets leaving Leonardo. He hates that their last conversation had ended in such harsh words and a cloud of nothing meaningful spoken.
If he makes it back to Rome, he'll tell Leonardo the meaningful rather than the superficial. They're old men and should be allowed their freedoms. He feels all of his years as he limps past the Templar, feels it in the way that his shoulder aches with the embedded arrow in it, the way that his wrist throbs with the bruise from when his blade broke and in the way that his knees ache with the cold from lying on the stone and being dragged across the grounds of Masyaf. He can feel each and every bruise and cut and scar on his body but that doesn't stop him from striding with as much self-composure as he can summon.
As he walks out onto the platform, Ezio sees Altair on the platform next to him and he wonders if there's anything he regrets. Here, in Masyaf, it seems as if the world is only made for regrets. Standing there, he stares out into the surrounding area and thinks that Leonardo would be curious about what the artifact is, that he would be disappointed that Ezio never found out what was behind the seals.
That can't be allowed. Even though his shoulder has the head of an arrow still embedded in it, he rears back and elbows the Templar in the face. The Templar scrambles for his sword as blood gushes from his broken nose but Ezio doesn't give him time, simply turning and pushing him back towards his men and blocking the platform from them. With a smile on his face and a prayer on his lips that his body won't let him down, that he'll honor his father, brothers and ancestors, that Altair will guide him, he puts his hands on the rope, tugs it and then leaps off the platform.
