EZIO ♈ -14

[punchesbards]

Who: punchesbards, hides_thedagger
Where: The brothel. awwwyeah. after this thread.
Style: Third, plz.
Status: Closed.

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[hides_thedagger]

"I know", conceded Dastan. As much as he hated being kept out of the loop, Ezio was right. It shouldn't have been anyone's place to tell him but Naomi's. And the fact that she didn't was probably what hurt him the most. Not having the relationship he had wanted with her was something he had mourned, well he thought he had mourned, but her lack in trust in him felt like a dagger to his heart. Especially that he felt like he had never given her reasons not to.

And it wasn't the only matter of having being kept from knowing about her relationship, it was whom she had chosen to have one. While his brother could care less about whom she dated, the Prince thought she could a hell lot better than the Inspector. Though, if the man ever broke her heart, he would gladly hunt him down and give him a sound beating, policeman or not. And probably throw in there a few punches for harassing his brothers as well.

Without noticing, Dastan drained his glass, only it to be refilled by the blond on his lap. Now that the girl knew his depressed mood was due to another woman, she simply reacted accordingly. This was nothing new for the prostitute after all, and she cooed to him how the lost was all Naomi's. The Persian's lips curled up slightly, wondering for a brief moment if the woman had whispered that a thousand times to other ears.

[punchesbards]

Ezio was just casually sipping at his own drink, idly speaking in Italian to the giggling redhead in his own lap when not speaking to his brother. All the while thinking of what exactly he wanted to say to him next. He knew, but obviously he was still going to be upset about it. Thankfully Dastan wasn't upset with Ezio ( so far as he could tell ) as much as he was just displeased about the situation as a whole.

Logically speaking Naomi could have made far worse choices. Sure the Inspector was a rather blunt, seemingly cold bastard with a heart wrapped in thorns and black ice, but he was also more than capable of handling himself and protecting the doctor if the need arose. Ezio was more than certain of that. Naomi was an intelligent woman and someone had to give her some form of credit where it was due. At least she chose the right people to keep close.

"There are plenty of other women, fratello." Oh so many. In fact there were a lot of 'other women' prancing around the brothel at the moment. Three or four of which were crushed on the couch with them. All but the redhead in Ezio's lap were currently cooing and soothing all over Dastan in an attempt to ease his worries about Naomi. "You and Naomi are friends, si? There is no reason to disregard everything because she's with one of our least favorite people in this world." He didn't quite understand why it was such a big deal, honestly. But he was not one for relationships. They were too complicated, required too much work and far too much time. Time he didn't have anymore. Be it at home or here in Somarium.

"Is there anything else you want to ask me, Dastan?" the last thing he needed was for someone like the prince not to trust him.

[hides_thedagger]

Dastan simply nodded to his brother's words. In the long run, this might not change anything between him and Naomi, but for now, he knew he had to reassess the level of trust he can have in her. Part of him didn't want to believe that the woman could share private information with the Inspector, but past experiences let him to thread carefully now. And it stung him a bit: as much as he was close to Ezio or Altaïr, there were things he had preferred discussing with the doctor in the past. But now, now it might not be possible, lest he wanted Javert to be able to gain that information.

As for the rest of the world being filled with other women, he knew that well and would surely come to see it in the future. He tilted his head for a moment, seemingly thinking about Ezio's question. But slowly his eyes were filling with a teasing light as he smirked:

"Can I put this on your tab?"

Dastan might have still issues to resolve regarding this whole ordeal, but his trust in his brother had never really faltered. He had been raised to trust blindly in his brothers back in Persia, and he was still doing the same here in this odd world, with his new brothers. And his lips curled in a more honest smile as he raised his glass to his brother. It has been a while since they've been doing something together and the Persian is not about to waste the night on brooding. At least not around Ezio.

[punchesbards]

Ezio sputtered, much to the dismay of the woman in his lap, who actually thought he was choking. Only relaxing when the assassin settled back against the couch and started laughing. Then she did promptly refill his glass of wine.

"My tab is quite large thanks to you, you know. But I'll allow it this time." He smirked, tapping the edge of his glass against the other mans and grinning behind it afterward. "Don't say I never did anything nice for you, fratello" he half scolded, shooing the woman off his lap to go and join the others that were swooning all over the Persian. "Go, he needs all the company he can get, bella."

The woman pouted teasingly, but gladly obliged and joined the others. Ezio was to content to watch as his brother, hopefully, got flustered. Simply for the amusement of it all. He took the moment to swallow down a healthy bit of wine before he settled back once more.

"I did see you with Judith the night of the fireworks, Dastan." he lived next door, it was impossible to miss. "You do know I owe her a dance, si?"

[hides_thedagger]

"Mmm, you mean the one you owe me? Yes, it is quite large, indeed. Though I might consider shortening it after tonight."

The red head snuggled closer to him, somewhat finding a place in his lap that wasn't already taken by the blond. Of course, she murmured something into the Persian's ear that made him duck his head down slightly, cheeks coloring up lightly. You got your wish, Ezio.

It was Dastan's turn to cough into his wine glass as the Italian mentioned Judith. He had been pretty cozy with the Krytian woman during the fireworks, warming themselves both under his cloak. He liked the young woman, it was obvious, but it wasn't anything like he had used to feel for Naomi (and probably still was a bit feeling, if he was honest with himself). While she was excelling at keeping him on his toes, Judith was the woman he was feeling the most comfortable with. Like a peaceful haven to return to after an intense battle. But from the start, the woman had made it clear that she wasn't one to find a port of attach and Dastan respected that of her.

She had mentioned to him that she knew Ezio, but she had never told the Prince about him owing her a dance. While the same thing had bothered him to no end with Naomi, Dastan simply raised an eyebrow at the Italian:

"Is that so? Try not to step on her foot, then. She has a mean right hook." Not that he has ever been at the end of one.

[punchesbards]

With that dream fulfilled Ezio just burst out laughing. He was lucky he wasn't drinking otherwise it would have gone everywhere. All over the nice carpet too, and he couldn't have that.

"I managed not to when I only had one arm free and a cast over it." that was the most awkward dancing he had ever done by the way. And he still did that gracefully, so give him some credit, bro. "I do not step on feet." although..Naomi did step on HIS once. Maybe he should watch out for Judith. She seemed the type to do it for fun.

He has to ask, "And how do you know?"

[hides_thedagger]

Ezio's laugh was received with a short lived, halfhearted glare from his brother.

She was exactly the type of woman to step on his feet, indeed. And despite not being the best dancer, that was something reserved to women in his world, he had managed to avoid stepping on her toes.

Dastan shrugged lightly, somewhat expecting the question: "I have both danced and trained with Judith."

And out of the two, he had felt much more comfortable training with her. They had a playful spar, which he let her win, of course. He had promised her that much after all.

[punchesbards]

He knew those glares meant nothing coming from the younger man. In fact they were something akin to the looks he use to give Federico when he was younger, so instead of making him feel even remotely threatened, they just made him smile.

"Have you? Well you'll have to tell me what moves she enjoys." Debatable, as always with Ezio, whether he was talking about dancing or something else entirely. Hell, he could have been talking about training for that matter.

"Feeling better yet? Or do I have to call more of my girls?"

[hides_thedagger]

Yes, for his glares were akin to those he'd give Tus when the older man would tease him back in Persia.

"Oh, I'm sure you can figure them out on your own, brother." He was not about to share how he got close to Judith. Not only because the Italian didn't really needed his help to do so, and also because he didn't want to share every detail of what had happened between them. Not that it was much, anyway.

Dastan gave Ezio a small smirk at his question: "I don't think there is any space left in my lap for more..." Indeed, the blond and the red head had made themselves comfortable over him, taking such liberties as wrapping their slender arms around his chest, small hands finding skin despite his shirt. It would take a while for the Prince to feel entirely better about the whole thing, but saying so seemed without use for now.