Title: Compensation.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: slightest Ezio / Paola. Paola / Giovanni oneside implicit.
Words: 1000.
Warnings: spoilers AC2.
Notes: it probably has a lot of headcanon and subtext in regard to Paola and her relationship with Giovanni. But I got the image from Paola and Ezio in Monteriggioni at dusk and had to do something. It is not the shipée per se, but I seem to have a nice relationship.
Many years had passed since Paola had seen a sunset beyond the walls of Monteriggioni. Theorange sky darkened behind the guard towers and stone walls, while the people became increasingly quiet before the impending nightfall. From the balcony of the Villa Auditore could see a man behind, or courtesans who walked among the streets, swaying hips and letting those languid and flirty laughter that she had used in more than one occasion throughout his life. Do not remember much peace and splendor in this tiny place, which now seemed shine a new light. As a newly polished diamond.
Absorbed in these little ramblings and distant memories, Paola suddenly noticed the presence of someone behind her.
- Mad onna , seem somewhat absent here alone.
"Good afternoon," said Paola Ezio without turning around, with a slight smile on his lips. Ezio
came up to her and leaned against the marble balustrade beside him. Paola gave him a sidelong glance, little or nothing remained of this young scared and devastated by the death of his father and brothers, who had come to her years ago for help. With the passage of time and the dramatic change that had taken his life had taken distinguished presence and bearing, and her eyes shone the determination that the new leader of the Order needed. I was more determined than ever to continue the task by his father. Giovanni would have been proud of him, decrices that never ended up closing completely. However, calculated and cautious words, Ezio decided to break the ice. Paola knew what would be your question, and could not help but feel a twinge of sadness.
-Paola, you ... you loved my father, right? "Given the silence of Paola, Ezio swallowed and put his hand on his shoulder. Forgive the impertinence, it's just that ...
"You've become very circumspect, Ezio" he said as his fingers brushed his hand on his shoulder. Paola
could see the internal troubles of the Auditor, who was watching with a mixture of love, compassion and even a faint hint of guilt, which he did not want Ezio Paola felt under any circumstances.
melancholy gleam in the dark irises woman, and she held the gaze of Ezio, with an expression of gratitude. Then he spoke without expecting Paola these words:
"On behalf of my father, I hope at least this can make it up.
dedicated hand before touching the slender fingers of Paola rose to his face, brushed his cheek with his thumb and other fingers sank into the thick hair of the woman. Gradually, his neck bent to be at the level of Paola, who accepted the brush of lips on hers Ezio. He could feel the tickle of his beard on her skin and lips and silver matches the scar. It was a slow kiss, soft, like the palm of one hand wiping tears otro. As a reassuring whisper in his ear. As the end of a weeping, followed by a conciliatory smile.
Probably that was the most beautiful kiss Paola had received in his life. When Ezio separated a few inches, she let her lips briefly rozasen his forehead and put her arms around him.
- Grazie
, Ezio.
For a moment, that stabbing pain in the chest Paola declined to become just a shrill whistle. Then night fell in Monteriggioni, more splendid and beautiful than ever.
-end-
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