#ezelo

[yasaoart]

You know what I'm also super excited about? Last night's Nintendo Direct showed glimpses of Minish Cap - my absolute favorite Legend of Zelda game of all time (yes, I love it even more than Breath of the Wild and that's saying something). I just HAD to share more recent Fanart I painted of it. I REALLY hope that this means, that this adorable gem of a game will become more widely acclaimed. It's so underrated. D:

[asaaesthetic]

Zelda the minish cap is so underrated, i love ezelo.

[demisescurse]

Dear Vaalni, Do you braid your hair yourself or do you have help?

[ochwat]

TEMPLE OF DROPLETS, INNER SHRINE

...after a long dive into the deep.

[safirasart]

so ehm... yeah I'm all the way on the Zelda hype train :3 I like the drawing I just wished  I'd put more items from different Games in there ^w^°

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zUFrtAkmZc&feature=youtu.be

[sirislayer]

Companion Ezelo from Minish Cap

[angelo-tow-blog]

Power and Control

He did not feel very warm, as he always did. As he reached out to touch the naked back of his head partner, they barely even stirred. His sight was somewhat dull. But most importantly of all, his wings were not on his back.

His wings' disappearance was, indeed, the biggest clue as to his off morning. 

Leaving the bed without another word to the woman stirring in the sheets, Angelo dressed in his suit from the night before and left the apartment that was not his, heading back to his flat near the museum.

However, he was accosted by a certain Italian who disdained him more than Angelo could ever manage.

" Che cosa hai fatto per me?" he hissed, grabbing onto Angelo's collar and dragging him close. "What did you do?"

Angelo stared at the brilliant hazel eyes that seemed to stare straight into him; horns curving over his ear and tipping off just under his jaw, growing from the temples. Black, red and grey wings twitched and flared behind Ezio Auditore, and Angelo grinned maliciously as he realized what had probably happened.

He could tell because the longer Ezio touched him, the more arousal he felt; and the more pain in his back he felt. So that was why the man hated him so.

"It seems to me, signore, that someone has switched our species in the middle of the night." Angelo lifted a hand, running it down Ezio's nose and grinning as heat spread through his skin; his temples pounding in the threat of horns. "Do you not approve?"

"No," Ezio hissed, pushing Angelo back and stepping away from him. "Fix this."

"I do not know how."

"Angelo, I swear to God--"

"Ah, ah, ah," Angelo held up a hand, tapping Ezio's nose. "I wouldn't swear to him, if I were you. He definitely does not appreciate blasphemy from damnable creatures like yourself." He paused, then, stepping closer and feeling both pain and pleasure. "...why don't you enjoy this while you can?"

"What's to enjoy?"

" Il controllo si hanno su di me. Fai quello che vuoi con me, io sono il vostro da abuso."

Ezio stepped back, narrowing his eyes and scowling. " Io non abuso."

Angelo's grin widened, and he stepped forward again, reaching up to cup both sides of Ezio's face and pressing his lips to his chin, nipping at it.

"But I want you to abuse me," he whispered against bristly flesh, "do what you desperately want." His hands slid down Ezio's neck to his shoulders and back, pressing himself flush against the temporary incubus; ignoring the pain such proximity was causing the more he tried to duplicate the man before him.

" Me a pezzi."

Staring down at him with increasing lust and hatefulness, Ezio grabbed Angelo by the upp arms and slammed him into the nearest wall, before pressing flush against him again; leg between Angelo's, hands pressing to the temporary cursed human's frail wrists.

" Vi pentirete questo."

"No I won't."

Angelo grinned, wide and sharp; Ezio stole the smile off his lips with his own.

And just for a moment, Angelo won.

[angelo-tow-blog]

Mia cara, prendere il controllo

The freckled incubus smiled around a cigarette, breathing out wisps of smoke and watching with vague amusement as the nicotine cloud floated up into the sky. Across from him, glaring at him with the hateful wariness that seemed to always don his features when he saw this particular redhead, Ezio Auditore shoved his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders to show his displeasure.

It was cute, really.

"If I was stalking you, signore, I would not be so obvious about it," Angelo reassured, flicking ash to the concrete beneath their feet. The breeze was crisp and biting, winter's last swipe at tender flesh before it meekly shuffled into hibernation to allow for the spring. The sun shone weakly overhead through pale grey clouds.

It was quite pretty out, really. In some ways it reminded him of home. His true home.

The one he'd left burning.

"Then how do you always manage to find me?"

"The town is not so big," Angelo shrugged a shoulder, dropping his cigarette and smothering it into smoky silence with the heel of his shoe. He straightened his jacket, then, a comfortable ensemble that had appeared in his closet on day; wings folded and hidden beneath a brown cloak. "Do I displease you so?"

"Yes."

"Cruel words," the incubus murmured, pale gaze flickering away from Ezio to concentrate instead on the sky. "For a man who states he feels nothing more than the echoes of others, you certainly feel much hatred for me."

"Why, I believe that is because of your hatred for you, signor - or did we not already establish that?"

"Ah, but if it was just my own self-loathing, wouldn't you be despising yourself, as a proper echo should? Yet you put your anger on me. 'How dare you make me feel as you feel, you disgusting creature', 'how dare you cause me the simultaneous need to fuck you and kill myself'. You may be mimicking whatever it is I feel, Ezio Auditore, but the anger you feel towards me is all on you."

Ezio sneered, moving closer to the slighter man in both the need to throttle him and the undesired wish to be closer. Angelo tilted his chin up to look down his nose at the assassin, smiling at him thinly as he approached.

"I wonder if today is the day you'll finally hit me?"

"Cerchiamo di scoprire, d'accordo?"

The darker man grabbed Angelo's shirtfront, pushing him back as if setting him up for a beating - then dragging him back in and roughly slotting his mouth against the older incubus'.

It was not a kiss one would call a 'battle of teeth and tongues', nor was it something gentle and sweet. It was a ravishing; the kind of kiss where there was nothing but lust and hate involved. Where nails dug into scalps and canines attempted to make lips bleed so that they could actually taste something. It was the type that made breathing difficult but at the same time practically unnecessary, and one person pushed the other against the nearest surface if only to make sure neither of them would collapse to the ground.

When Angelo finally managed to push Ezio away, noses bumping and breathing into each other's mouths, he knew in an instant that that was just the warm-up to something far more vicious. Something he craved much more than anything else.

Ezio stumbled back once he forced the fog to lift from his brain, wiping at the back of his mouth and glaring at Angelo with lividness and a whisper of confusion in dark eyes.

"Does it revile you," Angelo hissed, leaning back against the brick wall he'd been pushed to; head tilted back and tongue peeking out to lick at a drip of blood, "mia cara - does it disgust you to know how easy it would be to let go, right here and now, and do as you please?"

"...if only because it is not what I would please - but what you would please."

"At the end of the day, Ezio - what's the difference?" He pushed away from the wall, starting towards home and pausing just beside Ezio. The other man was rubbing his shoulders, staring at the ground and seething quietly to himself, refusing to look at the faux-Italian beside him.

Angelo smiled dully, looking away and walking passed him, slipping his hands into trouser pockets.

"Let me give you a hint: there is no difference."