let the only sound be the overflow

[ilmentore]

Who: ilmentore and antesignano
When: Following this thread.
Where: SOME ROOF, SOMEWHERE IN ANATOLE.
Format: ACTIONSPAM.
What: Ezio has manpain, and is brooding like Batman. Then, daddy (Another Source of Manpain) comes by and then there are Feelings.
Warnings: lol nope.

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[antesignano]

[He's taken it upon himself to patrol, to learn, to watch and guard. Until he's settled in and certain of a few people he can trust, he'll do this. And so, he makes his way across rooftops at night, waiting for anything of note.

His footsteps fall silent as he sees a figure standing ont he roof--much like himself. A kindred spirit. He's reminded of his eldest, Federico, and the first time they climbed to the roof of their grand home, the first tower he saw him scale and stand proudly atop.

Yes, that's painful.

If the man has any of the same sense Giovanni does, he'll note him passing to the opposite rooftop to get a better look.]

and thus, laure throws all prose out the window.

[ilmentore]

[ dad, LET'S NOT FORGET THAT EZIO IS THE MOST SKILLED ASSASSIN HERE okok, you can't really sneak up on him. and he doesn't. ezio follows his father's route with his gaze, not bothering to hide the movement of his gaze by limiting it to his eyes. he turns his head as giovanni goes by, watching in silence.

hi dad. he wore your robes, you know. for a while, until he got the ones in the basement. ]

and I shall leave my prose on

[antesignano]

[Those same robes Giovanni is wearing now, by the grace of some God he'd thought had abandoned his family.

He gets as close to the edge of the roof as he dares, leaving himself enough room to take a short running start and cross between the buildings, if needed.

It isn't a significant gesture, but he offers the cloaked man a nod.

And during that nod, he takes a good, long look at the man. The symbol. The silhouette. The outline, a color he's never seen before.]

Assassin?

[ilmentore]

[ sdflkjsfd ah. dad. dad, what does he say to this? DOES HE PLAY IT PROFESSIONAL OR jkldfjfslkjfs ;A;? what do what do what do?

so. uh. yeah. he nods. ]

We are not always the only ones up here, brother.

[ so... he might have just addressed his father like he would any brother in the brotherhood. SOUNDS LEGIT RIGHT and not too revealing.

except, you know. his voice. WAY TOO EYETALIAN. ]

[antesignano]

That is why we are here.

[He takes a few light steps and leaps to the other roof.

Beside Ezio.

And he takes one good look at him before backing the fuck up. He doesn't let his expression falter, but...]

From Italia?

[ilmentore]

[ trololololol-- I MEAN. i know, dad. it's super surreal. he's super deadpan, tho. ]

Istanbul, technically.

[ but yes, italy. ]

[antesignano]

"Technically"? You sound like my son.

[Quite. Literally.]

[ilmentore]

[ he shuts his eyes fo' a mo', because feerings. ]

Before that, Roma. [ a pause. ]

Claudia told me to come find you.

[ THAT'S RIGHT, DAD, HE WAS TOTALLY WAFFLING ABOUT THIS. AND CLAUDIA HAD TO KICK HIS ASS INTO GEAR ]

[antesignano]

[Hmph.]

Your sister was right.

[Not that he doesn't understand. To keep his son alive (he prayed), he never told Ezio anything. Ezio may hate him; he's not going to ask. He actually doesn't want to know.

It hurts, but he keeps his distance.]

[ilmentore]

[ another pause-- where has that brash young man gone? left, and been replaced by this one who waits and plans, though similar enough in character.

il mentore slips his hood off-- they're alone up here, and a man doesn't always have to be an assassin. ezio-- not the assassino-- learned that from you, many, many years later. it is a gesture of openness, though he is still filled with regret.

he failed you, father. he should have checked, should have been more careful, should have stayed and fought instead of run in the square that morning. ]

She often is.

[antesignano]

[It wasn't Ezio's fault; how could he have known? Giovanni had suspected, only for a moment, that things were worse than they'd appeared on the surface.

He trusted Lorenzo. He trusted Lorenzo's associates.

Lorenzo was wrong.

Nothing could be done but to protect his family and pray to God that he could salvage it with dangerous information. The last thing he ever wanted to do was put his family in any sort of danger. Ezio was given vague instructions, and he hoped and prayed that he'd be there to explain things.

There's a lump in his throat, and his eyes sting.

If Ezio is acting like this, if he didn't want to see him, then he failed his entire family.]

[ilmentore]

[ it's a sad smile ]

I did not think the Door would actually bring you here, father.

[ SO MANY FEELINGS. HOLD IT TOGETHER, MAN. HOLD IT TOGETHER. (ezio, no, you're ruining everything) ]

[antesignano]

I did not think I would ever see my son again.

[Giovanni casts his eyes out over the rooftops, to the ground, anywhere but at Ezio.]

I am glad your sister convinced you to speak with me. If you have anything to say, I will listen.