#beneezio

[thevitruviianman-blog]

* beneezio?

send * and an url and my muse will talk about that muse whilst drunk

     “Ah! Ezio! ‘course it’s Ezio                              Ezio is my friend. My good friend. ‘Ave you met him?”

  Already being talkative by nature (if only at the right time), the alcohol did nothing to prevent the clutter of words from escaping his lips. Like a fascinating subject, it only increased his wish to speak.      “He can be good at drawing attention, sì? But you must be awar’ of this. He’s good. Good person. I wish he stop’d by more… frequentemente. Hm.. triste..”

 Leonardo began sipping from the bottle again, a small smile upon his face. His mood was not ruined.

[claudia-auditxre]

ilmaestroauditore elmentore-stallone beneezio aquiilae started following

{ ❈ } ———

                                  ❝  Who's to say what I can and                                         can not handle?   Certainly                                        not you. I want to help you                                        reclaim those towers, and I                                        will. ❞ 

[solitxrix]

"You look lost. Perhaps going in the other direction will spare you from the Aggressors.."

[scorchedcreed]

Humans did not seem to like him settling on places that they deemed important. Probably why the doctor was looking at him from behind that odd mask of his with an annoyed expression. Twice now the man had tried to shoo him away and twice it had failed.

Instead the bird yawns, stretching out his wings while the man curses at him again.

"Blasted bird!"

[digital-firefly-a]

Unbecoming of a Lady

beneezio

Running, running she was racing through the streets to evade a few guards she had managed to tick off somehow.. Quick on her feet, the young redhead gave them a smirk, ducking about a corner and quickly diving into a narrow alley before ascending towards the low rooftop to escape her pursuers. With that out of the way, the woman smirks, moving quietly along the roof to lean back against the wall in the shade.  A piece of fruit held in grip, leaning in to sniff it, savoring the scent of her prize - actual decent food for once instead of the scraps she might scavenge up in the evening once the shops had closed. There was a chance she had been seen around.. Quite the troublesome woman with the guards.  But she was clever, and quick on her feet.. Truly a skilled woman worth some notice among the street crowds but not one to socialize with any particular group. A lone wolf as it were..