With this spark ill go up in flames. Drabble
Title: Paint it Black
Pairing: Ezio/Leo post Cesare/Leo
Warning: This is sad and it hints to rape. If you don't want to read that then don't.
“You remember how you had wanted those hands to feel electric on your body like they always had, send that spark up your spine and make your toes curl. You remembered how one sweep of his thumb over your cheekbone and a look into those sharp brown eyes would always melt you, always turn you inside out.
You remembered how a simple whisper in your ear would make you speechless; send that rush down your entire body. You remembered all of it like it was second nature, so ingrained and soaked into your blood that you never could forget it, even if you had wanted to.
Which was why when Ezio’s hand caressed down your back and all you could feel was a disgusting numbness, something felt like it snapped inside of you. A coldness sunk into the pit of your stomach that was so unnatural it felt as if you were going to choke on the bile rising from the back of your throat. You tried to shut your eyes against it but when they closed you saw flashes of that smirk, Cesare’s smirk, wicked and cruel and curled venomously into disgustingly soft lips.
Pairing: Ezio/Leo post Cesare/Leo
Warning: This is sad and it hints to rape. If you don't want to read that then don't.
“You remember how you had wanted those hands to feel electric on your body like they always had, send that spark up your spine and make your toes curl. You remembered how one sweep of his thumb over your cheekbone and a look into those sharp brown eyes would always melt you, always turn you inside out.
You remembered how a simple whisper in your ear would make you speechless; send that rush down your entire body. You remembered all of it like it was second nature, so ingrained and soaked into your blood that you never could forget it, even if you had wanted to.
Which was why when Ezio’s hand caressed down your back and all you could feel was a disgusting numbness, something felt like it snapped inside of you. A coldness sunk into the pit of your stomach that was so unnatural it felt as if you were going to choke on the bile rising from the back of your throat. You tried to shut your eyes against it but when they closed you saw flashes of that smirk, Cesare’s smirk, wicked and cruel and curled venomously into disgustingly soft lips.