;; PAPER hearts can't WIN this time
Who: Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad (bladeinthecrowd) and Ezio Auditore da Firenze (idkmybffdavinci)
What: When a nightmare makes Ezio wake in a panic the young assassin seeks out his elder for comfort.
He felt disoriented and confused. He'd sworn he'd gone to sleep in Leonardo's workshop at night and yet now he found himself standing in the midst of a large crowd in Italy, the sun beating down on them all from over the high rooftops. Ezio blinked and glanced about, only half-listening to the low murmurings of the crowd around him, nearly drowned out by the loud shouts of another man at the front who was speaking in a tongue completely foreign to the nobleman's ears. What was going on? And how had he gotten here?
He began to push himself to the front of the crowd, determined to get up there and see the cause for the gathering since the yelling gave him nothing. He forced himself past people, muttering apologies as he went only out of courtesy that had been ingrained into him from when he was a boy. He managed to get to the front and witness the cause for this all and the sight he was greeted with chilled his blood.
Before him stood the gallows where his father and brothers had been hanged. And on the gallows platform with his arms tied behind his back, wounds littering his body and a noose around his neck stood Altaïr, standing straight and tall and not allowing any emotion to dominate his features.
"No." The words slipped past Ezio's lips without being noticed, attention riveted to the white-cloaked assassin ready to fall to his death. How had this happened? Why? Why... "Altaïr?"
Almost as if he had been heard the Arabian's gaze shifted, falling on Ezio within the crowd. Their eyes met, only briefly before Altaïr closed his eyes and bowed his head, concealing his face within the shadows his hood cast. Ezio managed to make himself step forward, try to stop the execution, but it seemed like the movement triggered the fate he had been trying to avoid. The execution pulled the lever and as the platform fell out and the rope went tense Ezio screamed in rage and grief and --
And the floor came up to meet him as he rolled off of the couch. He laid there, tangled in the blankets and trying to recover his sense of self. A nightmare. Nothing but a nightmare, a horrible nightmare. Ezio picked himself up the floor, trembling despite all the reassurance he tried to give himself. He glanced about the disheveled workshop for a moment, eyes falling on the form of Leonardo who had fallen asleep at his desk before shifting to the windows and the sight of the full moon hanging high above Italy. After a moment's deliberation he pulled on his robes and climbed out the window, disappearing into the night -- and after a few seconds into a different time.
Altaïr. He needed to find Altaïr. Just... just in case.
What: When a nightmare makes Ezio wake in a panic the young assassin seeks out his elder for comfort.
He felt disoriented and confused. He'd sworn he'd gone to sleep in Leonardo's workshop at night and yet now he found himself standing in the midst of a large crowd in Italy, the sun beating down on them all from over the high rooftops. Ezio blinked and glanced about, only half-listening to the low murmurings of the crowd around him, nearly drowned out by the loud shouts of another man at the front who was speaking in a tongue completely foreign to the nobleman's ears. What was going on? And how had he gotten here?
He began to push himself to the front of the crowd, determined to get up there and see the cause for the gathering since the yelling gave him nothing. He forced himself past people, muttering apologies as he went only out of courtesy that had been ingrained into him from when he was a boy. He managed to get to the front and witness the cause for this all and the sight he was greeted with chilled his blood.
Before him stood the gallows where his father and brothers had been hanged. And on the gallows platform with his arms tied behind his back, wounds littering his body and a noose around his neck stood Altaïr, standing straight and tall and not allowing any emotion to dominate his features.
"No." The words slipped past Ezio's lips without being noticed, attention riveted to the white-cloaked assassin ready to fall to his death. How had this happened? Why? Why... "Altaïr?"
Almost as if he had been heard the Arabian's gaze shifted, falling on Ezio within the crowd. Their eyes met, only briefly before Altaïr closed his eyes and bowed his head, concealing his face within the shadows his hood cast. Ezio managed to make himself step forward, try to stop the execution, but it seemed like the movement triggered the fate he had been trying to avoid. The execution pulled the lever and as the platform fell out and the rope went tense Ezio screamed in rage and grief and --
And the floor came up to meet him as he rolled off of the couch. He laid there, tangled in the blankets and trying to recover his sense of self. A nightmare. Nothing but a nightmare, a horrible nightmare. Ezio picked himself up the floor, trembling despite all the reassurance he tried to give himself. He glanced about the disheveled workshop for a moment, eyes falling on the form of Leonardo who had fallen asleep at his desk before shifting to the windows and the sight of the full moon hanging high above Italy. After a moment's deliberation he pulled on his robes and climbed out the window, disappearing into the night -- and after a few seconds into a different time.
Altaïr. He needed to find Altaïr. Just... just in case.