i do all that may become a man;

[risegloriana]

Who: Elizabeth Tudor, Desmond Miles
What: all sorts of memory related things.
When: a sunny, quiet afternoon
Where: the villa
Rating: PG... ish?

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[risegloriana]

The mess made the humanity, and the mess brought the pain and the suffering -- it brought a country divide and butchering and burning. It was why she tried so hard.

"And my tutors taught me -- I am still proud for speaking ten languages. Are you going to tell me I shouldn't be?" She's faintly challenging of him, chin tilted up and jaw set proudly, all that steel she kept hidden most of the time, but then she shifts and it's simply gone again, too much of a changing creature for that. "See, perhaps, if we were talking about your flirting -- that would be an utterly different scenario."

"Assassin's don't often fight for causes. They kill for money. Granted Mercenaries do the same, but they are as described. You're closer to a warrior than that." Elizabeth looked at him side long, then nodded stiffly. "Indeed. Not perhaps the way I would of like to make it known, but he was speaking the truth. He is my ah -- amante." She gave a guilty little laugh, because it was still hard for her to admit. Not because Gabriel, but because for so many years she could never breath a word of her own affairs.

[milesawayfrom]

"Ten languages, huh? I barely speak Italian." Even then that's just broken phrases and the words he picked up from being in the Animus for so long. He rolled his eyes at her. Was Queen Elizabeth really trying to bait him into a pissing contest about who had the most training? "Oh, let me guess. It's non existent and tactless? I'm pretty sure that's what Ezio would say."

Hell, Ezio would probably say that Desmond's lack of flirting would come from Altaïr's side of the family.

Demsond shrugged. "That's what they make you think in my world. The Templars. They rewrite history to make us look like the bad guys while they're the saving light of humanity." He couldn't help the angered tone that came whenever he talked about those bastards. "Holy shit." Great job, Desmond. Use those words of yours.

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"Then we shall have to start from there -- moi amore." But she'd be offended that he thought that of her, she'd never be quite like that, it was all to prove one single point, that just because you were taught by someone else, didn't make you any less skilled. "I wouldn't say that exactly, I would say that you simply need practise, and perhaps a second chance at it." She stopped him, to take his again, dipping a curtsey. "Pretend I am a lady you fancy, what would you say to me?"

"But the Templars were destroyed before even my grandfather's time? They were slaughtered even, so much blood spilled that the day is considered cursed itself." She frowned at him, confused at what he was saying. But his response made her frown deeper. "Really now? Is it just so shocking I should pick him?"

[milesawayfrom]

He chuckled a bit at the tacked on Italian. That one he did know. The Animus left certain words untranslated, which Rebecca always apologized for, but he liked it. Hearing how they spoke back in Ezio's time helped him understand that much more. At the question he eyed her, raising an eyebrow. Uh. He was pretty sure how her time worked and his time worked for 'picking up chicks' worked differently. This was officially awkward training. "I guess that all depends on where it was I met you."

He shook his head. "They survived underground. The Knights Templar were destroyed, sure, but their thought process and everything else stayed around. Sometimes it seems like an endless war. Templars versus Assassins. No one ever winning, no one ever staying dead." That was just how it was. People desired control, people desired freedom. As long as they did those two philosophies would always bring back the Templars and Assassins. "I just never expected it. I mean, after what he did."

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Little bits of affection, she'd found, were always universal. After all, Ezio used the words easily and often, she figured at the very least, he'd know it in those terms. "Well, say it were my time." She composed herself -- it was fun, in its own way. Once she'd just been a maid as all women were. Same prospects, to have a husband and charm men to her own benefit. "How would you get my attention?" She doubted it was all that different in any time.

"... Of course. I ought not be surprised but..." Elizabeth knew these patterns after all. Knew that there was somethings that never truly died, no matter how many times killed. "I just find it strange that -- an assassin, whose task is to do a work so undesirable, would say it was for good reasons without religion being the cause?" She shrugged. That was the usual excuse, after all. But the question of Gabriel, of her trickster, made her pause, and for a moment, she did truly seem younger, less a queen and more a woman. Worse than that, one infatuated, her head ducked a little, a smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Great men have often said that out of adversity... love can grow. Perhaps against all odds but..." she laughed so very gently. "Not that I didn't make him pay for what he'd done. Women can have such a way of crippling men, after all."

[milesawayfrom]

"You do know I know Italy nobility more than I know England, right?" Desmond sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Really, I'm just a bartender. Maybe I'd do some kind of fancy glass trick." He knew a few and they impressed people. Hey, he had to be part entertainer, part server, and part therapist for his job.

Desmond chuckled. "Hey, who are we to stop what people believe in? That's the whole point. Freedom. Choice. We might as well be animals if you take that away from us. Religion is part of that." Desmond raised his eyebrows as she smirked. Oh, god. She really had a thing for this Trickster didn't she? "Tell me about it."

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"You do realise the only difference there is they have no King, and their languages is far smoother to? Nobility is nobility. Royalty is something else again, of course." Better reason, Desmond, she's not having it. "Oh and Bartenders never spy pretty ladies they wish to have as their own? If only for a night?" No, no, no. Silly man, they never understood when to play along and when to not. It was a strange affliction they all seemed to have. "Say you don't have your tricks, just your words. Just pretend." She gave him a determined poke to the chest.

She shook her head a little. "I am perhaps not the person to say that too, Desmond." Choice. Choice had been her sisters fervent determination to make her country safe for her husband against the perceived Protestant threat, and to kill and burn and break. She'd listened to them scream, seen them tortured in front of her. "What would men be without women to make fools of them?"

[milesawayfrom]

"Here I figured it had something to do with the fact they were a bunch of waring states." Desmond knew a bit of history. He did read the entries that Shaun put together, thanks. "Not that we're supposed to admit to on the job. When we're off and in a club? Completely different. Though, you may not remember who it was you slept with the night before." It happened to him a few times before. He rubbed his chest. Ow. "No way. You're going to think they're lame."

Desmond shrugged. "There are worse people to say it to." He was pretty sure that Elizabeth wouldn't stand the Templars, so he had no worry there. She was their ally here in Mandalus. There was no point in treating her any different from that. "A hell of a lot more confident in their egos?"