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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[milesawayfrom]

The Villa was the hub of life for Monteriggioni. Without the small town around it, the villa just seemed like an empty building. Really, what it was, was the fact that they usually met all together in one room. Usually the study, sometimes the hidden Sanctuary. Desmond tended to stay either in the study or up in the room that was given to him. Sometimes, it was even on the roof of the villa. That was how he knew Elizabeth was on her way. He had hopped inside and grabbed one of his hoodies off the bed, intending to meet her down on the first floor. Instead he leaned against the railing of the second floor, looking down onto the first floor.

"I don't think queens are supposed to make house calls." He joked. "That's what the peasants do. Right?"

[risegloriana]

Elizabeth had gotten distracted, as she was prone too, looking at the paintings. She'd not seen them like this, not apart from in her own palace. Just slow steps by them as she peered at them, admired the skill of them. Gorgeous, really, granted it took longer than most people realized to have a portrait done. It was just something of home that she enjoyed for a moment.

The voice made her turn, trying to see where it came from, that same quite rustle of skirts before she thought to look up, and then she beamed. "Ah, it seems I found you." She laughed brightly, listening to it echo off the stone corridors. "Queens usually send runners to do their work, but that is only to the people I do not like very much." Which was only partly true, most of the time she was too busy to talk to all the people she needed to in person.

[milesawayfrom]

"I think it's more like I found you." Desmond cracked a smile. She was the one looking at the paintings. "I'll take that as a compliment then." Then he nodded towards the paintings. "Ezio collected all of them as he went through Italy. Venice, Florence, Florì, places throughout Tuscany. You should ask him about them sometime. He knows more about them than I do."

He could recall buying them and sending them to Monteriggioni, but not their names or who they were painted by. The smaller details like that were lost in the sea of memories that sometimes felt like it was his life. Desmond knew better, after having placing his broken mind together, but that didn't get rid of the vividness of the ancestral memories he had lived. Somethings were sharper than others, and then there were times that he could only remember certain things in his dreams. Nightmares of faces from the Crusades and Renaissance as blades cut into them. The nightmares were fewer now, but he still found himself waking up sometimes and hoping to whatever was listening

[risegloriana]

"Oh hardly, for surely I could sneak up on an assassin in his own home." Though she doesn't believe it, for she laughs all the same.

She turned away from the paintings, walking across the stone floor to the stairs. "Do as you will, Master Desmond, something tells me if I started complimenting you properly, you'd run away like a boy from his tutors." She did take her time on the stairs, getting distracted again by the paintings. She'd never see these things, not in her time. For she'd never leave England, and it was seldom anything so fine ever left its home. "I've heard of some of these... others are so far after me. But it is nice to see them... Do you like them? Do people still appreciate paintings anymore?" She reached the top of the stairs, fingers running along the bannister.