Pneumonia. More Condition_symptoms [FIC] Hidrofobia | Assassin's Creed

Title: Hydrophobia.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: Ezio / Leonardo.
Words: 1917.
Warnings: located at some point in the Venice, but no spoilers.
Notes: the kissing scene came suddenly, and is more than based on Leon and Angela kiss in Degeneration XD. It makes little sense, but I wanted to write it: D EDIT: I added a drawing & hearts

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Venice was a city that was asking its visitors to stop at every street and watch with meticulous beauty of architecture, the canals, the water is still blue. PigeonsEzio expected and had taken a few minutes longer than expected to give chase. However, a guard patrol including gross-to-that would not have to be there, he crossed to his side and the soldiers immediately sounded the alarm, before Ezio even had time to remove the hidden leaf hot body unhappy messenger.

This was, running between the buildings in Venice with what already looked like a horde of guards behind him. Despite the years, he told himself with a half smile, had to refine the question of secrecy. But that night was another concern, and one to keep in mind: I was not alone. Misfortune had wanted to stumble with a bystander, who looked back achandle with a wooden box full of belongings, and was not a citizen either: he had been face to face with Leonardo, who seemed as surprised as when your body Ezio pounced on him accidentally.

- "E-Ezio ...?! Muttered a milestone his friend, while carrying the box was broken when hitting the ground in a thud.
Leonardo
"Sorry, it's ..." He turned his face obscured by the hood, only to find that the guards were hot on the heels swallowed hard ... bad timing.

- What do you mean? "The clatter of boots and greaves of the soldiers on the cobblestones are getting closer. Oh, I think I understand, "stammered.

- There they are! Atrapadlos! Yelled one of the captains.

- Stuck
the
? Leonardo groaned, which seemed to become petrified by the sudden he ensuing stampede. Ezio not react quickly and instinctively did what he felt he had to do with this new scenario: Leonardo grabbed the wrist and dragged him down the street. The guards had had time to see them together and if Leonardo had left alone, he had no doubt what had happened to his friend. That was not his night, he thought Ezio. To his surprise, Leonardo staggered not at any time as they escaped, but neither seemed very pleased. They ran without stopping until you reach the districts of San Polo, but without being able to slip the copiedble to launch the channel that way.

Until suddenly breath without feeling like your lungs become waterlogged. The air passed through his mouth, as if a divine halo would have brought back to life. He felt a mouth pressed hard on his own, a breath that was not theirs, and as his lips moved slowly, allowing it to breathe, the hand rested on his waist Ezio up to have it secure. Gave a strong push up and after what appeared to have been hours, their heads surfaced, refugees under a bridge linking both sides of the channel. Ezio

gave a few strokes and cornered him against the wall, yet the steps and voices behind some guards gave while crossing the bridgeyou in search of two dams already lost. But his mouth did not separate from the lips of Leonardo, who was trapped between the robust body of Ezio and the wall of the bridge.






What at first seemed to have been a simple tactic for help, had become a stranger become intimate moment. I felt chills all over his back, although she suspected that had more to do with the language of Ezio brushing his lips and the proximity of bodies in the icy water of Venice. With some diffidence, Leonardo fingers curled into the fabric soaked clothes of his companion, unable to avoid a slight tremor in the extremities. Some strands of hair clung to her face, began pulling Eziodo about the situation. But above all, is criticized for having let himself be carried away by his useless survival instincts and breaking the kiss so soon. Although everything could have been the product of his imagination flammable at the slightest spark.
When the screams were reduced to a distant echo, Ezio heaved a sigh of relief and their muscles relaxed.
- Are you okay, Leonardo? This

blinked several times before being able to answer, but his voice sounded muffled or too hesitantly.

- Molto bene

"he said, still dazed. But please, get out of here story before, right? "He added, shivering with cold and poorly concealed excitement in his voice.

Ezio managed to help Leonardo up to the bridge, and follow him from behind without much problem. The night was cold as an iceberg and clothes of both were completely soaked. Leonardo, who had lost his hat on the way, her hair swirled restlessly. Still felt the touch of her fingers as if it were a warm caress he had left a mark on the skin freeze.

"It was all so strange that I'm not sure what to say but thank you for saving my back, my friend, hesitated, and gave him a pat on the shoulder Ezio without much confidence.

Ezio, who seemed to notice, or chose to ignore-the internal troubles of his friend, gave her one of your smiles.
-roasted a peaceful evening under the shelter of the fire in the fireplace and Ezio Leonardo made the day of his last movements in the city. However, it could not get out of the mind what had happened under the water of that channel under the bridge, but successfully concealed his internal musings. By contrast, Ezio not seem to be aware of the effect their actions had on him in the least. Despite this apparent lack, Leonardo did not know what to think of the attitude of his friend. On one occasion in which they had been mired in a tranquil silence, Ezio had caught the sidelong glances that Leonardo was launched from a stool, swirling under a blanket. And the artist could have sworn that his eyes were not lying to him when he saw a