The event even smelled of gold, Leonardo noted, and even walking in, stood next to the nobleman whom had taken him in so graciously; here he felt an outcast. He had been once apart of this world and now it seemed so foreign, without Adam. His chest hurt, and he visibly winced at the pain, which just got an elbow jabbed into his ribs. He felt like snarling at his master, but a voice caught his attention and ripped it from the Nobleman he came in with.
It took everything he had not to drop to his knees in the middle of his party and bawl his eyes out upon seeing him, standing there. His face, solid, but his eye showing shock and bewilderment. Surely this was some form of magic, his voice heavy in his throat, he willed himself to speak but no words came about. It took everything he had not to wrap the other up in his arms, but Leonardo was known for his patience.
A beat. Two, maybe three. Before his voice finally obeyed him, but to give the other a test - or a sign - that this was indeed real. Anything to be real.
Of all of the things he had given up with his old life, the worst thing he had lost was Leonardo. The man had been his foundation, the key to his success, and the one reason that life wasn’t so dull. Without his adviser in his life, Adam had become accustomed to a very bleak life. It seemed as if the pleasures of the world had been marked out by the hand of God when he found he had killed his lover... but that was not the case... Could it be that he had a second chance?
“Your master. Who is he?”
The Duke bit his lip, leveled his gaze, and started to smile. For so long, he had frowned, and that had caused him to develop frown lines ( or so he thought. In reality, his skin held a very youthful quality; the constant frowning had made him look a little aged ).
He drew closer, leaning in to whisper, “Leonardo. Are you in the flesh, or am I seeing things?”
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